NOVEL WEB Chapter 114: Chapter 114
Swish!
A figure clad in green instantly appeared on the battlefield between Douma and Kanae.
Drawing his red-and-green Nichirin sword, Shinichi's expression was unprecedentedly grave.
"Shinichi-kun?!" Kanae also exclaimed in surprise at Shinichi sudden appearance.
At that very moment, Douma hand slowly pulled the short Nichirin blade from the back of his head, casually tossing it aside.
Squelch!
As the short sword was withdrawn, a fountain of blood gushed from Douma's head—yet the wound began healing almost instantly.
Having pulled the blade out with too much force, Douma head wobbled slightly, causing the ceremonial hat symbolizing his status as leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult to fall off, revealing ivory-white hair beneath.
Turning with his ever-present smile, Douma regarded the newly arrived Shinichi.
The mangled flesh of his left eye socket squirmed with regenerating tissue and within moments, a brand new rainbow-colored eyeball had formed in its place.
Under the moonlight, the characters engraved in those iridescent eyes stood out clearly: "Upper Rank Two."
Such terrifying regenerative abilities—Upper Rank Two indeed!
The sheer power made Shinichi heart tremble with dread.
This Demon's strength far exceeded Shinichi expectations.
If measured by the combat power scale—the Demon Roku—no! Even abstractly using Rokuro as reference couldn't capture the might of this Upper Rank Two before him.
Not a hundred, not two hundred Rokuro could compare!
"Another one? How troublesome. Has this location been compromised? Oh~ but moving would be such a bother. In that case, to avoid relocating, I'll just have to kill you all." Douma tapped his forehead with the golden iron fan in mock distress.
Shinichi remained silent, merely lowering his stance slightly, every muscle tensed and ready to strike.
Suddenly, Douma slapped his forehead as if remembering something.
Tilting his head, he asked Shinichi "Ah! I nearly forgot—what's your name, little slayer? You seem slightly stronger than this lovely girl here. Are you also a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps?"
"Like hell I'll answer you!" Shinichi gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly and shouted.
Before the words had fully left his mouth, his body shot forward like an arrow!
"Forest Breathing, Seventh Form: Soaring Wood Dragon—Slash!" Blue-green sword light instantly coalesced into a ferocious emerald dragon that roared with earth-shaking fury, baring its claws as it pounced upon Douma.
Almost simultaneously with Shinichi attack, Kanae seized the opportunity.
Bearing through her injuries, she mustered all her strength as her cherry-red Nichirin longsword flashed upward:.
"Flower Breathing, Fifth Form: Peony of Futility!"
Nine consecutive cherry-red strikes aimed straight for Douma back.
"Forest Breathing? That sounds familiar~ I believe Kokushibou mentioned it once. Well, no matter. The pressing issue now is dealing with you two properly."
Faced with the coordinated assault from two Hashira, Douma showed no trace of panic, even finding spare mental capacity for idle chatter.
Within the ethereal emerald dragon, Shinichi tightly gripped his Nichirin Blade, his heterochromatic eyes filled with solemn tension.
The pressure from the Upper Moon was overwhelming, forcing him to unleash his most powerful technique—Seventh Form—right from the start.
Yet, despite this, an uneasy feeling lingered in Shinichi's heart.
Just as the emerald dragon was about to collide with Douma, the demon's lips curled into a smirk.
His two golden iron fans unfurled, dancing gracefully in a swift, fluid motion.
"Blood Demon Art—Freezing Clouds~"
Ice crystals abruptly began forming in the air, rapidly coating his golden fans.
As the fans swept through the air, two massive, cloud-like formations of freezing mist materialized in front and behind him.
The temperature plummeted instantly, dropping below zero in an instant.
As Shinichi charged forward, the frigid mist struck him like a physical force, making him feel as though his blood itself was freezing solid.
The emerald dragon of swordlight slowed as if caught in slow motion before shattering mere inches away from Douma.
Kanae, positioned behind Douma, suffered the same fate—her attack disintegrating before it could land.
Worse, a burst of ice crystals suddenly exploded from her chest.
The warm blood that spilled froze instantly and her body plummeted like a broken butterfly.
"Kanae! Damn it! No—wait, where—?!" Shinichi's shout was cut short as his pupils constricted—Douma had vanished.
By the time Shinichi reacted, a razor-sharp golden fan was already slicing toward his neck.
In that critical moment, Shinichi roared through the biting cold, swinging his Nichirin Blade up just in time.
CLANG!!
Sparks flew as steel met steel, the blade and fan locking in a shower of embers.
"Such splendid reflexes~" Douma infuriating voice reappeared, but Shinichi had no mind for his taunts.
His blade descended relentlessly, the clashing of metal ringing incessantly.
SWISH! BANG! SHING! CRASH! CRACK!
Blade and fan collided again and again, emerald flashes of swordlight carving deep fissures into the ground.
The empty street became a blur of golden fan afterimages and the ghostly arcs of Shinichi's blade.
Hashira and Upper Moon—the shockwaves of their battle ravaged the surroundings, reducing the once-pristine street to utter ruin in moments.
"Splendid! Truly magnificent skill! Why not consider joining us demons? Akaza would be delighted to welcome you!" Douma tone was playful.
A vein throbbed on Shinichi's forehead.
Become a demon? Like hell! He already was one!
"Forest Breathing—Sixth Form!"
A howling gale erupted, sweeping up Douma countless ice crystals while a relentless storm of emerald slashes rained down upon the demon.
"Blood Demon Art—Barren Hanging Garden~"
Douma golden fans whirled into a flurry of afterimages, meeting Shinichi onslaught strike for strike.
As the battle raged on, Shinichi breathing grew labored.
His throat burned, his lungs ached—the ice crystals threatened to freeze his very breath.
Seemingly noticing Shinichi's distress, Douma even had the leisure to tilt his head and taunt him mid-battle.
"Oh my, poor little thing. Having trouble breathing now? It'll only get more painful from here. If you keep forcing yourself to breathe with frozen lungs, they'll shatter, you know? Just give up already—at least your death won't hurt as much~"
Cough!
Shinichi violently spat out a small, shattered piece—whether it was a blood clot or organ fragment was unclear—his teeth stained crimson.
Yet, the fierce determination in his eyes didn't waver in the slightest.
Click!
Suddenly!
With a powerful slash of his Nichirin Blade, the moment Douma blocked it with his golden iron fan, Shinichi abruptly freed one hand and seized Douma arm in a death grip.
In the brief moment Douma was stunned, a cherry-red Nichirin Blade suddenly pierced through his chest.
Kanae shouted hoarsely "Shinichi-kun!"
At the same time, she threw a Nichirin sword toward him.
Snap!
Shinichi caught the Nichirin sword and roared, swinging it straight at Douma neck.
BANG!!
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