Boom!
Pei Lang's shadow wolf opened its maw, biting Kyoujurou's calf tightly, dragging him out of the grove, and slamming him heavily onto the ground.
Kyoujurou's back hit the ground, and with a loud crack, the hard bluestone slab split.
"Pfft!" Kyoujurou's eyes glazed over, and a trickle of blood spilled from his lips.
Kamihara Tetsuya had seen enough. Pei Lang's Blood Demon Art was to control shadows, and he and his shadows possessed precise shooting abilities, with a large amount of military ordnance hidden within his body.
Shadows were immune to physical attacks; a nichirin blade would be devoured if it struck them!
"Come here!" Pei Lang sneered, controlling his shadow to lift Kyoujurou.
When he was dragged out of the grove, Kyoujurou had already tried to cut the shadow with his nichirin blade, but there was no sensation of contact; this thing couldn't be cut by a sword.
This setback taught him a valuable lesson.
Bang!
Kyoujurou flipped over and stomped heavily on the ground, causing the earth to emit a dull thud. His stance was incredibly stable, like two wooden stakes driven into the ground.
Pei Lang's shadow was stretched to its limit, yet it couldn't budge the bull-like Kyoujurou.
"Since you want me to come over so much, then I will. First Form: Unknowing Fire!" Kyoujurou said with a smile, wiping the blood from his lips. Using the shadow's pull, he shot forward like a flame, moving even faster!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seeing Kyoujurou still daring to attack, Pei Lang's face immediately darkened. He raised his Gatling gun again and opened fire, bullets raining down like a storm.
Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!
Kyoujurou stopped, swinging his nichirin blade to form a swirling vortex of flame around himself, blocking the first wave of bullets.
The intense collision between his nichirin blade and the bullets made his hands numb.
In the face of the Gatling gun's fierce firepower, he found it difficult to continue his charge and was forced to retreat repeatedly.
At this moment, Kamihara Tetsuya moved.
For Kyoujurou to kill Pei Lang now would be extremely difficult, and there was even a high probability he would be killed.
Blood Demon Art: Whimsical Metamorphosis!
Kamihara Tetsuya raised his left hand, transforming it into a long, slender steel javelin that extended for dozens of meters, attacking with a powerful whooshing sound.
Pei Lang's face froze; he seemed to have seen this Blood Demon Art somewhere before.
Lower Moons were frequently killed, and their rotation speed was fast, so he couldn't recall it immediately. Of course, it was also partly his fault; when annoyed, he liked to shoot himself in the head, which led to a poor memory.
Pei Lang glanced at Kyoujurou. Even with his poor memory, he wouldn't forget this Demon Slayer who had brought him infinite humiliation.
"Don't come here to mess things up!" Pei Lang roared, sweeping the Gatling gun around.
Bang! Bang!
Kamihara Tetsuya's mind stirred, and the javelin instantly transformed into a shield, blocking in front of him.
Bang!
The terrifying firepower shattered the shield.
Kamihara Tetsuya frowned, secretly feeling it was troublesome. A single Gatling gun was enough for Pei Lang to suppress both of them.
"So they're not allies?" Kyoujurou frowned at the sight. He couldn't be careless; it was also possible they were working together to put on a show.
But he couldn't miss this opportunity!
That crimson samurai had already helped him divert Pei Lang's attention.
Flame Breathing: Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!
Kyoujurou raised his nichirin blade with both hands, erupting with surging flames, and thrust forward. The sharp blade was like a blazing tiger wanting to bite its prey.
Whoosh!
Pei Lang retracted his shadow, wrapping it around his neck, and smiled smugly. Physical attacks were useless!
"Hmph!"
Kyoujurou roared, thrusting with all his might. The wind pressure from the sword tip was like a fierce tiger's fangs, tearing apart the shadow wrapped around Pei Lang's neck.
The nichirin blade plunged deeply into Pei Lang's neck, piercing through, and blood splattered.
Pei Lang's face was contorted in a ferocious expression of disbelief.
"I'll cut off your head!" Kyoujurou roared, pressing down hard with both hands, moving his nichirin blade deeper into Pei Lang's neck.
"Then you can die!"
Pei Lang shook his black cloak, and a "clank, clank" sound echoed as spherical pellets continuously dropped to the ground, fuses sizzling.
Kyoujurou's heart went cold; they were bombs!
If he could kill the endlessly dangerous Lower Moon, even sacrificing his own life wouldn't matter.
But the situation was that he would likely be blown up before he could cut off the opponent's head.
And bombs couldn't kill a demon!
Kyoujurou decisively withdrew his sword and fled into the distance.
Boom!!
Flames shot into the sky, and a violent explosion overturned everything around them. The entire earth trembled, and a surging sea of fire engulfed Kyoujurou and Pei Lang.
Kamihara Tetsuya frowned. Kyoujurou wouldn't just die like that, would he? He had taught him Flame Breathing, and this favor needed to be repaid.
As the dust settled, Kyoujurou's figure emerged, wearing his Demon Slayer Corps uniform inside out, using it as a shield.
Kamihara Tetsuya nodded inwardly. The Demon Slayer Corps uniform was made of special material, providing good breathability, and was not easily damp or flammable. Even the teeth and claws of weaker demons couldn't tear it.
Kyoujurou had already escaped to the outskirts of the explosion, and using his uniform to block the waves of fire was a wise choice.
Even so, when Kyoujurou lifted his uniform, the burn marks were shocking; a single uniform couldn't block all the flame waves.
Kamihara Tetsuya's arm, which he had used as a shield against the bullets, had reverted to an arm, but only half of it remained.
Soul Manipulation: Devourer!
Kamihara Tetsuya decisively consumed two souls, and a continuous flow of energy surged into his body, instantly regenerating his arm.
"As expected, a demon." Kyoujurou sighed inwardly; he had held a glimmer of hope.
Moreover, the opponent regenerated an arm in an instant. This powerful regenerative ability was something even ordinary Lower Moons couldn't achieve, which meant this was an Upper Moon?
Kyoujurou shook his head. This guy was clearly at odds with that Lower Moon. Having a common enemy was good.
Bang! Bang!
A dark figure emerged from the smoke of the explosion.
It was Pei Lang, missing an arm and a leg, covered in blood. He looked much more miserable than Kyoujurou, as he had taken the full force of the explosion at its center.
The previous explosion had depleted Pei Lang's firearms and bombs, forcing him to bring out his last resort.
Pei Lang grinned sinisterly: "Blood Demon Art: Captured Locus: War Calamity Wolf!"
As soon as he finished speaking, five shadow wolves lunged at Pei Lang, wrapping around his body and merging with him. His already tall physique grew, transforming into a nearly three-meter-tall wolfman, like a small mountain.
Pei Lang's aura underwent a drastic change.
Kamihara Tetsuya's heart sank. He was much stronger than Kamanue, that Twelve Kizuki doorman.
"Rengoku Shinjuro!"
Pei Lang let out a hysterical roar, his sharp fangs grinding, producing a grating sound. With each step he took, he left an imprint on the ground.