I'm in Zongman, if you mess with me, you'll die

boom……

Kokushibo stopped and stared at the big pit in front of his feet with his six bloodshot eyes.

"Mr. Kokushibo, we meet again."

Douma, whose injuries were healed instantly, climbed out of the pit and stretched out his hand to greet everyone with a smile on his face.

"It seems... this time the information was leaked deliberately by the Demon Slayer Corps so that they could ambush us here."

As Kokushibo spoke, he turned his head to look in other directions. From what he perceived, the aura of those Lower Moons had all disappeared. Dakimaki, Gitarou, and Akaza all had low breath, and they were obviously seriously injured.

Douma nodded, and just when he was about to say something, he saw Kokushibo staring straight ahead, as if he was looking at something.

Follow the gaze.

Not far away, Yang Jian was looking at them with a smile on his face.

Clang…

"You... are very strong!"

After pulling out the blade with the weird eyes, Kokushibo praised in amazement.

As someone who had already opened up the transparent world, he could clearly see that Yang Jian's body, which did not look very strong, was actually indestructible. It was extremely strong and firm. This unprecedented physical condition was the first time he had seen it in the past four hundred years.

He didn't even know what kind of devilish training he had to go through to have such a strong body, so much so that he doubted whether his sword could penetrate the defense.

"Yeah! I think so too. Come on, let me see your strength."

Yang Jian stood there and waved, with a very contemptuous attitude.

Such an attitude obviously caused a little fluctuation in Kokushibo's calm heart. Seeing this, he raised the knife in his hand and charged forward.

He was very fast, and except for the Rock Pillar, it was basically difficult for the other pillars to see Kokushibo's figure clearly.

Rushing in front of him, Kokushibo slashed at Yang Jian's chest without hesitation.

"Escaped?"

Seeing that Yang Jian easily avoided the knife by just taking a few steps back, Kokushibo immediately gripped the hilt of the knife and launched continuous attacks.

Breathing of the Moon: Type 1: Dark Moon: Palace of Night.

The blade light, mixed with a large number of tiny crescent-shaped rays, slashed out horizontally. Although it did not hit, the blade light continued to move forward until the two small houses dozens of meters away were cut in half, and then it disappeared powerlessly.

But Kokushibo's attack is not over yet. He wants to make Yang Jian regret his attitude of looking down on him.

In a blink of an eye, with the knife in Kokushibo's hand as the starting point, countless wide arc slashes covered the area of ​​100 meters in front. In just a moment, the surrounding trees, houses, and buildings were all chopped into multiple sections.

Six slash marks several dozen meters long also appeared on the ground. This was just Kokushibo's normal attack. One can imagine his value as one of the Upper Moons.

“It’s really scary!”

Yang Jian's voice sounded on the right side of Kokushibo, and he looked at the horrific scene in front of him as if he was looking at the scenery.

shuh...

boom……

The blade was forced to stop on its forward trajectory. Looking at his arm that was tightly grasped, Kokushibo tried to exert force, but no matter how hard he tried, the arm that was holding him was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, and did not waver at all. Instead, he himself was shaking because he exerted too much force.

"Since you want me to let go so much, then I'll let you go..."

Looking at Kokushibo's face full of blue veins, Yang Jian kicked him in the abdomen with a whip-kick, and then loosened his hand.

This whip kick made Kokushibo spit out blood in pain. The next moment, he flew backwards instantly. It was not until dozens of meters later that he found an opportunity to insert the knife into the ground to try his best to offset this huge force.

After sliding for more than ten meters, Kokushibo slowly stood up, with murderous intent flowing out of his eyes.

It has been so many years since he was crushed like this. Since he became a ghost, he only had this feeling that time when he fought against his old and dying brother.

I didn't expect that such a monster would appear now, and he is still so young, but he has already surpassed my four hundred years of efforts.

This made Kokushibo feel mixed emotions, jealousy and anger. Why didn't he have such a strong talent? Why couldn't his four hundred years of hard work compare to the achievements of others in just a dozen years? He felt that the world was too unfair.

"Yuichi, when will I be able to catch up with you?"

Clang…

Yang Jian slowly drew out his sword and said casually:

"It seems that hundreds of years of being a ghost have made you forget your own fist and foot skills. You are really too weak..."

As a warrior who had experienced many battles in the Warring States Period, after his blade was restrained by others, he was only concerned with competing in strength and did not even know how to use his own body. This was simply shameful.

These words once again struck Kokushibo's heart hard. He roared with veins all over his face:

"Damn kid, how would you know my experience? You are just a lucky person who relies on your own talent."

When...sizzle...

Through the sparks from the friction between the two swords, Kokushibo said with anger and injustice on his face:

"How can you, who can easily reach a level that others cannot reach, understand us, who can never catch up with you no matter how hard we try."

After kicking Kokushibo out, Yang Jian appeared in front of him again and slashed at him with a knife...

Clang...clang...

While Yang Jian launched a swift and intensive attack, he said in a decisive tone:

"You have fallen, Kokushibo. Your jealous heart is the biggest obstacle to your progress. You are even willing to become a demon, betray your compatriots, and cannibalize your own kind. You are destined to never reach the top."

These words expanded the attack range again. With the two of them as the center, except for the position where Yang Jian was standing, the area within a hundred meters had been cleared, and everything was chopped into pieces by the blades and the knife lights.

Douma looked at the battlefield in front of him where swords were flying everywhere, and felt a little hesitant. He felt that if he was dragged into it, he might be killed in a few seconds. Helplessly, he could only retreat again and again to prevent himself from being affected.

'Oh, I can help others!'

After thinking of Akaza, Douma's eyes lit up and he immediately ran towards the south.

"Where are you going?"

Yang Jian's voice, which sounded like a temperature dozens of degrees below zero, made Douma stop instantly, with cold sweat pouring down his face. He didn't even wait for him to speak.

Swish... sizzle...

As his sight continued to move downward, Douma realized something.

"Ah~, so this is what death feels like, light and airy, so interesting!"

Looking at Douma who had already died and disappeared, Yang Jian turned his head and looked coldly at Kokushibo who was already covered in scars and gasping for breath. He said:

"I'm tired of it, let's end it!"