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Ryosuke nodded as well; he absolutely had to go to Mount Narrow Mist.
Those people whose fates were changed and who were saved will become the helpers in defeating Muzan in the future.
At that moment, a strange smell entered my nostrils.
Ryosuke and Akira Moriyama were both taken aback.
The flavor is too strong, too familiar.
It's the aura of a ghost!
Chapter 18 This ghost is pretty arrogant!
"The aura of a ghost!"
Akira Moriyama's expression changed drastically, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword as he warily surveyed his surroundings.
As dusk fell and the light dimmed, the sun had not yet set, and even the last rays of sunlight were enough to make evil spirits retreat.
Ghosts don't come out at this time.
The two exchanged a glance and quickly separated, sweeping across the street corners and shadows under the eaves like hawks.
However, night fell.
Apart from the debris being blown by the wind, the entire street was deserted and eerily silent.
The intense ghostly aura vanished the moment it appeared, leaving no trace.
Akira Moriyama looked at Ryosuke in confusion: "Disappeared? Where...where is this ghost hiding?"
Ryosuke smirked, arms crossed, and gave a cold laugh.
Clearly, the ghost either did it on purpose or it was an accident.
He chose this time, this place, to blatantly slap the stench right in their faces...
"This is really interesting... This ghost is incredibly arrogant!"
Akira Moriyama was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant.
This is not an accidental exposure; it is a blatant provocation!
A surge of anger welled up inside him, and he couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.
"Damn it! If you've got the guts, come out here! What kind of skill is it to hide like this!"
Ryosuke walked straight to a grocery store by the roadside.
He squatted down, rubbed some crumbs between his fingers, and understood.
"Ryosuke-san?"
Akira Moriyama quickly followed, puzzled, "Are you going to buy something?"
Ryosuke did not answer.
He stood in front of the shop door and listened for a moment.
There was complete silence inside the door; not even the faintest breath could be heard.
Ryosuke's smile deepened.
Without warning, he suddenly turned to the side, and with all his might, kicked Moriyama Akira hard in the buttocks!
"Eh—whoa!!!"
Caught off guard, Akira Moriyama slammed open the half-closed door and crashed into the darkness of the shop.
"Ryosuke Yasui! What the hell are you doing?!"
Just as Akira Moriyama's furious roar erupted, a sudden change occurred!
The wooden door, which had been flung open, slammed shut as if it were alive, shutting out the last ray of light.
Immediately afterwards, the floor, walls, ceiling, and the entire room began to soften, wriggle, and expand rapidly!
gurgle...gurgle gurgle...
A sticky, unsettling sound echoed through the space.
The wall surface bulged up disgusting lumps, which quickly cracked open, revealing bloodshot eyeballs!
His eyes darted around frantically, fixed on Akira Moriyama, who was clutching his buttocks.
The walls had completely lost their edges and corners, turning into dark red fleshy walls flowing with foul-smelling slime.
Countless tentacles with suckers and sharp teeth shot out from all directions like venomous snakes!
“Ahhhh——!!!”
Akira Moriyama was terrified.
Driven by instinct, he rolled haphazardly on the ground, wildly slashing with his Nichirin Blade.
"Water Breathing - Second Form - Waterwheel!"
A deep blue blade of light drew an arc in front of him, severing several tentacles, the broken tendrils flying everywhere.
However, there were simply too many tentacles. If one was severed, two or three would immediately regenerate from the writhing flesh!
"Ryosuke Yasui! You knew all along that the devil was here, didn't you?! You used me as bait!!"
Akira Moriyama desperately blocked the attack, letting out a furious roar of despair.
He was struck hard on the back by a tentacle and staggered forward, with more tentacles immediately wrapping around his limbs and neck!
Akira Moriyama rolled around to dodge, looking utterly disheveled.
"Hahaha! You pathetic wretch betrayed by your own kind! You humans will always be so despicable!"
A sharp sound rang out from deep within the flesh.
In the center of the fleshy wall, a lump of flesh swelled and transformed into a human shape.
"How does it feel to be abandoned by your companions? What a wonderful expression! Fear! Anger! Despair! Hahaha!"
"Don't worry, after I eat you, I'll take care of that guy too. Just obediently become a part of me!"
The demon laughed sharply, and more tentacles transformed into long whips, completely sealing off all of Moriyama Akira's escape routes and binding his body.
"Waaaah! Kassan! I want to go home! Help!" Akira Moriyama wailed.
A thunderous roar shook the surrounding area!
In the darkness, a blinding white light suddenly shone!
The blade's roar shook the heavens, as swift as thunder!
The tightly closed wooden door of the shop, along with a large section of writhing flesh, was pierced by lightning!
"Breath of Thunder·Shape of One·Thunderbolt Flash!"
Ryosuke's figure appeared amidst the exploding smoke and blood mist.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, and as he swung his Nichirin Blade, another sword move struck!
Thunder Breathing: Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!
The raging lightning, like a straight line tearing through space, struck directly at the demon's newly formed body!
The jade-white blade severed the neck without any resistance.
The demon's triumphant shriek abruptly ceased, its head flying high into the air, its face frozen in astonishment and disbelief.
"Uh... ho ho..."
The head tumbled in the air, its mouth opening and closing.
However, the severed body did not disappear.
The surrounding fleshy walls were like a boiling swamp, with countless new eyeballs and tentacles surging out again, emitting even more intense gurgling sounds.
The entire shop seemed to have transformed into a giant den of flesh and blood!
The head, suspended in mid-air, was caught by tentacles, emitting a venomous roar.
"As long as there's a single piece of flesh and a single drop of blood left in this room, I can regenerate infinitely! Can you possibly cut me all down?! Hahaha! Now that the sun has completely set, you will all be devoured by me!"
Having just broken free from the tentacles' entanglement, Akira Moriyama's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this declaration.
Infinite regeneration?! How are we supposed to fight like this?!
Ryosuke lowered his head slightly, his bangs obscuring his eyes, with only tiny sparks of lightning trembling around him.
Ryosuke scoffed, his tone mocking: "Can't you finish cutting them all down?"
boom! boom! ! !
An even more ferocious power exploded forth!
The surrounding temperature rose rapidly, like a living hell!
"Thunder Breathing·Type 5·Heat Realm Thunder!"
A raging torrent of lightning erupted, and as Ryosuke swung his longsword, countless fleshy tentacles were instantly crushed into powder!
His strikes were incredibly fast and incredibly powerful. With just one move, most of the flesh and blood in the room was cleared away, leaving a strong smell of burning flesh!
The fifth type has a wide range, high damage, and a burning effect; its only drawback is its short range.
But in this enclosed room, this move is a divine skill!
The evil spirit panicked and quickly activated its Blood Demon Art to solidify the remaining flesh and blood.
Ryosuke has been waiting for this moment!
He sheathed his sword, and as he pushed the blade forward, a burst of violent lightning erupted around him!
"Thunder Breathing - First Form - Thunderclap Flash - Triple Strike!"
Chapter 19 Take this!
The whistling of the blade echoed, its sharp edge already close in!