With a powerful push of his legs, the ground instantly cracked, leaving two deep footprints. Sanemi Shinazugawa raised his nichirin blade high above his head, leaping even higher than Yoizumi's head!
Wind Breathing Fourth Form: Idaten Typhoon!
The strong winds stirred up by his sword qi made Yoizumi's robes flap loudly. His golden hair fluttered in the wind, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his blue eyes.
"This will damage the house."
He looked up, the chaotic strong winds stinging his face. His nichirin blade in his hand swung extremely fast.
Snow Breathing Fourth Form: Wind-Ravaged Blizzard!
The strong winds stirred up by Shinazugawa were now returned to him in full. Biting ice and snow assailed his entire body, and his eyelashes were even frozen with a thin layer of ice.
"My body is slowing down!"
"It can actually have such an effect?!"
The sluggishness in his body allowed Yoizumi to successfully kick him in the abdomen. Shinazugawa, in mid-air, shot like an arrow, "Whoosh!" and fell to the ground.
Yoizumi didn't stop there. If Shinazugawa lost like this, then he would be too weak.
Snow Breathing Second Form: Snow Concealment!
Yoizumi's phantom images appeared simultaneously in four directions, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake.
"Tsk!" Sanemi wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He stared at the blood on the back of his hand, then suddenly used his nichirin blade to cut a gash on his arm. Crimson blood dripped onto the ground.
"A demon is a demon after all!"
"What if his self-control is high?"
"He will definitely be affected by my blood!"
"As long as there's a slight reaction, I can find his weakness!"
The scent of blood, catching him off guard, rushed into his nasal cavity, and saliva uncontrollably welled up in his mouth.
It was impossible not to crave it. As long as Yoizumi was still a demon, his body's instincts would still clamor for him to devour the incredibly tempting flesh and blood.
"Shinazugawa is cheating," Muichiro complained to Sanemi, his mint-green eyes filled with an accusing look.
"Shut up!" Ignoring his bleeding arm, Sanemi held his nichirin blade at his side, its tip pointing outwards, his eyes constantly scanning the four phantom images.
"As long as he exposes even a slight weakness!"
"I can crush him!"
The intoxicating scent of blood stimulated Yoizumi's nerves. He pressed his lips together tightly.
But what Shinazugawa didn't know was...
Yoizumi... what he was best at was... endurance.
The attacks from the four directions did not slow down in the slightest. The scattered snowy trails were about to strike him.
No matter how much Sanemi Shinazugawa didn't want to believe it in his heart, he had to accept this realization.
This demon was not affected by his blood!
He bent his body slightly, holding his nichirin blade horizontally across his chest, lowering his stance.
Wind Breathing Second Form: Claws · Kodama Wind!
He launched four slashes simultaneously, an attack like a beast's sharp claws, striking towards Yoizumi.
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
Both sides retreated a few steps. The back of Yoizumi's hand was cut open by Sanemi Shinazugawa's wind blades, a wound deep enough to show bone, but it healed in a breath.
"Demons are truly convenient," Sanemi scoffed, extremely displeased. He forcibly squeezed his muscles to stop the bleeding from his arm. Since it was useless, letting it bleed further would be a loss.
"Tsk!"
His gaze fell on his bleeding waist, he had still been injured.
"Damn it!"
Moreover, a continuous, fine, needle-like stinging pain emanated from the wound, as if it were touching ice.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Sanemi Shinazugawa gasped for breath, cold air filling his lungs, as if he was about to suffocate.
But Shinazugawa smiled, his lips pulling at the scars on his face, making him look somewhat strange.
Shinazugawa was getting carried away.
As his long-time friend, how could Iguro Obanai not understand? He covered his head and slowly shook it.
Why did these two look like they wouldn't stop until they killed each other?
"Tokito, get ready to stop them."
"Mm."
Tokito Muichiro stared intently at their movements, agreeing softly.
"They're moving again!"
Two completely different streaks of light collided with each other. The clashing sounds of nichirin blades and Sanemi Shinazugawa's occasional roars were incessant.
"Hm? Is that..." Tokito Muichiro suddenly exclaimed in surprise, staring at Yoizumi.
"What's wrong?" Iguro Obanai asked, puzzled.
"A Mark!"
There was no mistake. The light blue snowflake-like ice crystal pattern that suddenly appeared on Yoizumi-ge's right hand was a Mark!
"When did it activate?"
"A Mark?!"
Iguro Obanai finally looked at Yoizumi, noticing the Mark that had suddenly appeared on him. Did he awaken it during his fight with Shinazugawa?
This idea was quickly dismissed by him.
The calm and composed expression on his face showed no sign of someone whose heart rate exceeded 200 beats per minute and whose body temperature reached 39 degrees Celsius.
"Did he have it before?"
"What's going on?"
"This guy! His speed suddenly became so fast!"
He returned the attacks with difficulty, the force even greater than before!
The web of Sanemi Shinazugawa's hand, gripping the hilt of his sword, was numb from the shock.
Even Yoizumi was puzzled. An unprecedented power surged within his body, as if it were inexhaustible. Shinazugawa's every move seemed to slow down in his eyes, allowing him to easily counter him.
The speed at which they swung their blades became faster and faster, so much so that the edges of their blades actually began to slowly turn red!
"Swish!"
"You lost," Yoizumi said calmly, his nichirin blade stopping at Sanemi Shinazugawa's neck under his incredulous gaze.
"How is that possible...!" Sanemi whispered, almost gritting his teeth.
Yoizumi ignored him and instead raised his arm, looking at the snowflake-like ice crystal pattern on the back of his right hand. When did this appear?
During the battle, Yoizumi had noticed the abnormality in his right hand.
"A Mark?"
"When did he awaken it?"
"How did he not know?"
"I don't believe it, let's do it again—ugh..." Yoizumi's left hand pushed away Sanemi Shinazugawa's face as he leaned in.
Under Sanemi's almost cannibalistic gaze, Yoizumi calmly fell into thought.
"Could it have been in Swordsmith Village?"
There were indeed some abnormalities at that time, which he might have mistaken for symptoms after overcoming the sun.
"Also, did both of their blades turn red just now?"
Although the time was very short, it was very obvious on Yoizumi's frost-white nichirin blade.
Yoizumi couldn't have been mistaken.
Tanjirou had mentioned a similar situation before.
That man who once made Muzan fear.
His blade would turn red in battle.
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