Blood Demon Art

He knows Blood Demon Art, and can quickly heal wounds inflicted by the Breath of Wind...

Asuka tightened her grip on the knife, quickly assessing the threat level of the demon before her.

According to Arashi-sensei, there is an even more terrifying existence above the giant demon that has devoured many people.

The Twelve Ghost Months.

It is said that these twelve demons are all very powerful, and each demon moon has a number engraved in its eye representing its rank. Defeating any one of them will qualify you to become a [Pillar]-level swordsman.

Similarly, Ms. Arashizaki warned herself that if she really encountered the Twelve Demon Moons...

Run away immediately!

Although it may sound cowardly, in Arashi's view, Asuka is currently powerless to fight against the Twelve Demon Moons, and there is nothing shameful about learning to back down when faced with difficulties.

Is the creature in front of me one of the Twelve Demon Moons?

The female ghost stretched her newly grown arm and looked at the bird with great interest. "A swordsman who uses wind? It must taste delicious."

As she spoke, the female ghost seemed to get serious, and layers of dark red blood began to adhere to the surface of her body, enveloping her like a sticky suit of armor.

"My name is [Red Swamp], and what about you, little one?" Red Swamp began to pace around the bird, its slime dripping onto the ground, quickly spreading into a slippery, filthy carpet-like patch.

The bird didn't respond, but instead moved backward. He felt that the female ghost in front of him wasn't trying to talk to him, but was plotting some evil scheme.

That's exactly what happened.

Red Swamp watched as Asuka retreated without a word, realizing that his plan to use the slime to create terrain advantageous to himself had been seen through...

Anger surged within him, and with a roar, Red Swamp charged forward!

Using the spreading dark red fungal carpet beneath his feet, Red Swamp's figure seemed to glide across the water, instantly closing the distance between himself and the bird at an extraordinary speed!

At the same time, it swung its arms, and dozens of tiny, needle-like blood arrows shot out again, covering all the space around the bird to dodge!

"Wind Breathing - Second Form: Claw Claw - Kinoko Wind!"

With lightning speed, Asuka unleashed four sharp, intersecting wind blades in front of her. Her reaction was incredibly fast.

With a whooshing sound, the emerald green wind blades mercilessly shredded the blood arrows at the forefront and dispersed most of the encirclement attack.

However, the blood spurs were so dense that a few stray spurs still managed to graz his left arm and right leg.

hiss--!

A burning pain and numbness came over him, and Asuka felt as if a bit of strength had been drained from his body, causing his movements to become distorted.

Poison? His heart sank, and he knew something was wrong.

"Quickly reacted," Akatsuma chuckled, his laughter devoid of warmth. "Too bad, this is just an appetizer!"

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Swamp!"

Instead of attacking Asuka directly, the red swamp slammed its hands into the ground as it got close to Asuka!

Om-!

The dark red fungal carpet seemed to come alive, and began to churn and expand violently, spreading dozens of meters from the area just beneath our feet, until it reached most of the riverbank!

This completely enveloped Asuka's surrounding area within the range of Red Swamp's Blood Demon Art, further exacerbating her disadvantage in terms of terrain.

These fungal mats wriggled, like a strongly adhesive swamp, pulling at the bird's ankles, and even threatening to spread upwards and grab the bird's body!

He felt his legs sink as if he had fallen into a quagmire, his movements became sluggish and numb, and the numbing toxins from before made him clumsy.

Whoosh! The red swamp's demonic claw swooped down, and the bird barely dodged it, about to retaliate.

The opponent's figure, however, became increasingly agile and swift, moving and flashing rapidly across the fungal carpet, occasionally swooping down on the immobile birds and leaving them with new wounds.

"How about it, can your wind catch up with me?" she laughed mockingly.

Red Swamp's attacks were so cunning and ferocious, not only fast, but also with sharp claws capable of tearing through rocks, making it difficult for Asuka to even parry, let alone find an opportunity to counterattack.

Every time Asuka tried to gather power to unleash a powerful wind form, she was either dodged by her opponent at an extremely fast speed, or interrupted by a sudden increase in suction force under her feet or a tricky blood spike.

Swish! !

Having finally found an opportunity, he unleashed a powerful Wind Breathing slash, but still failed to hit the rapidly sliding Red Swamp.

That won't do; we can't let it lead us by the nose!

"Third Form - Modified: Rolling Rain!"

If the prototype of Qinglan Fengshu is the surging mountain wind under a clear sky where mountain mist rolls.

The bird is now about to sweep up this surging, thick fog and create endless clouds!

The emerald green sword energy roared out, and the howling wind blades that should have risen against the current turned into a large swath of sword wind that slashed horizontally close to the ground!

Swish!Swish!

The sword wind spread rapidly, and the fungal carpet under the bird's feet was rolled up in large swaths, like paper meeting fire, or fire meeting a torrent, quickly annihilated and dissipated!

Red Swamp's expression changed; it hadn't expected the kid to react so quickly.

Its Blood Demon Art itself is not very lethal, but by using this special domain to increase its speed, it can often kill the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen before they can react.

Seeing that the bird had cleaved open a large area of ​​the Bloodswamp Fungus Creep, and that its territorial advantage had disappeared, its expression became even more serious.

"What an ungrateful brat! Don't you want to dance with me?"

Before the bird could even catch its breath after unleashing its altered swordplay, the ghostly figure had already reached its side.

No, we can't get entangled with this brat any longer. We need to finish this quickly!

Kurenai gathered his blood in his right arm, almost solidifying it into a crimson longsword! He swung it fiercely at Asuka! The boy, meanwhile, abruptly pulled open the sash at his chest and let out a low shout:

"...tooth protrusion!"

Bang! Pfft!

That was an extremely fast sword strike, so fast that even Red Swamp, known for its speed, couldn't react in time.

With a dull thud, Red Swamp's body flew backward, spun in the air, flipped over, and landed with a stagger.

It was shocked to find a horrifying bloody hole in its chest!

The boy opposite him was holding two knives and staring at him, panting heavily.

That sword in his left hand... I haven't seen it before, it should be the one he always carries on his back... By the way, what happened to that injury?

It noticed that its wound was being torn and gnawed by some force, and the healing process was becoming extremely slow.

A sword wound from the Breath of Wind? Or the effect of the Nichirin Blade? That shouldn't be...

Asuka silently sheathed the old sword that Arashi-saki-sensei had given her, adjusted her breathing, and gripped the asauchi tightly in her hand.

Compared to that old sword, this broken sword is more in tune with my mind. When I swing it, it moves as I please, and I can make even a little bit of force go out of my way.

"Hey! You over there! Are you alright?"

Just as the bird readjusted its posture and prepared to attack the red swamp again, three figures, accompanied by the sound of wind, suddenly rushed out from the dense forest on the other side of the road!

The leader was tall and swift, wearing a dark uniform with the character "灭" (destroy) written on it, and holding a Nichirin Blade that shimmered with blue light. He shouted nervously at Asuka.

At the same time, he also noticed the Red Swamp in the distance, and the expressions of the three of them changed.

"Found them! The mastermind behind the massacre of thirty-five people upstream!"