Pei Lang, in his werewolf form, saw his speed and strength rise by a level; the shadow covering his entire body required Rengoku Kyoujurou to use all his strength to cut through.
The two figures moved rapidly within the plaza.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged dozens of blows, and Rengoku Kyoujurou was clearly at a disadvantage, his injuries accumulating, his body becoming scarred.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
Two police officers walked over, saw the messy ground, and raised their pistols, wary of the three.
Kamihara Tetsuya frowned; due to it being a reconnaissance mission, there were no "Kakushi" members maintaining order on the periphery.
With the violent gunshots and explosions, ordinary citizens would certainly not dare to come and watch, but it was different for the police.
Whoosh!
Pei Lang sneered coldly, "Just in time, I'll eat them to recover my stamina," and he lunged forward.
Bang! Bang!
The two police officers let out a panicked sound, raising their pistols and firing, but the bullets that landed on Pei Lang were swallowed by the deep, dark shadow.
"Danger! First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
Just as the two were despairing, Rengoku Kyoujurou, with an explosive burst of flame, attacked Pei Lang, his nichirin blade pressing down fiercely.
However, his main goal was to save them; if Pei Lang continued to attack, he would certainly be struck.
Whoosh!
The fiery sword light coming at him made Pei Lang's heart tremble with fear, yet a hint of madness appeared in his eyes, and he roared, punching out heavily.
The fist and the nichirin blade collided!
The fist covered by shadow was not cut open; instead, it was devouring the nichirin blade.
Rengoku Kyoujurou shouted, "Run away quickly!"
Where would the two police officers dare to waste words? They fled in a panic.
Pei Lang's large hand gripped the nichirin blade tightly, sneering, "Your strength cannot cut through my darkness!"
"Who knows! Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!"
Rengoku Kyoujurou flipped his nichirin blade, swinging it upwards from below, and a sword light burning with raging flames cut across, tearing open Pei Lang's huge palm, leaving it bloody.
"Rengoku Shinjuro—"
Pei Lang's eyes widened, and he opened his maw to bite Rengoku Kyoujurou, but suddenly his movement stopped abruptly, and his body trembled.
Bang!
A fist heavily punched through his back.
Pei Lang turned his head to look; when did he get so close? He hadn't felt the other party's presence at all.
Kamihara Tetsuya smiled coldly; don't think he was just watching the show; a true hunter only delivers a fatal blow.
The perception-blocking ability granted by the Crimson Moon skin was simply unbeatable for launching sneak attacks.
"I'll take your Blood Demon Art, Blood Demon Art: Whimsical Metamorphosis!"
Kamihara Tetsuya whispered, his fist changing shape inside Pei Lang's body, growing fan blades, spinning rapidly like a fan, pulverizing Pei Lang's internal organs.
"Pfft!"
Pei Lang spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Esoteric Art: Ninth Form: Rengoku!"
Rengoku Kyoujurou lunged forward, his whole body erupting in fierce hellfire, like a giant flaming dragon advancing.
"Blood Demon Art: Phantom Wolf!"
Pei Lang roared, his shadows gathering in front of him, enveloping himself, but it was too late.
Boom!
Rengoku Kyoujurou swung his blade, and the strongest, most domineering strike fell, instantly cutting through most of Pei Lang's body, causing extensive, bone-deep damage to Pei Lang.
The heavy force made the ground tremble.
In the dazzling light of the fierce flames, Pei Lang's shadows were burned to ashes.
Pei Lang's eyes widened, his pupils reflecting the increasingly close Rengoku Kyoujurou; was he going to lose to this man again?
Immediately after, Rengoku Kyoujurou sliced with another follow-up strike, and a bloodline appeared on Pei Lang's neck.
The world inverted, and Pei Lang's head fell towards the ground, his eyes showing intense anger, and signs of disintegration appeared on his body.
Soul Manipulation - Reaper!
Kamihara Tetsuya didn't want to see the duck in his mouth fly away; he squatted down and casually touched Pei Lang's body, which was about to turn to ash, to collect his soul.
Whoosh!
A cold glint struck; after slaying Pei Lang, Rengoku Kyoujurou immediately swung his blade again.
This demon in front of him did help him slay Pei Lang, but once a demon, always a demon; as long as they live, they will inevitably eat and harm humans!
Kamihara Tetsuya felt speechless; his expression changed so quickly.
Pei Lang hadn't noticed his sneak attack, but Rengoku Kyoujurou, standing in front, had seen it clearly.
But more importantly, to dare to attack him with that half-crippled body was simply courting death!
Soul Manipulation - Controller - Pei Lang!
Kamihara Tetsuya's mind conjured up the skills Pei Lang possessed: Blood Demon Art and shooting proficiency.
Blood Demon Art: Shadow Wolf!
The shadow beneath Kamihara Tetsuya's feet turned into a vicious wolf, biting tightly onto Rengoku Kyoujurou's nichirin blade.
"Impossible!" Rengoku Kyoujurou blurted out, his expression shocked; this was Pei Lang's Blood Demon Art.
His brain worked quickly; so that was it, that was the reason the other party helped him slay Pei Lang—to seize Pei Lang's power; what a terrifying fellow.
Whoosh!
After many fierce battles, Rengoku Kyoujurou had no strength left to resist and was hoisted up by Kamihara Tetsuya's shadow.
Kamihara Tetsuya took out Tamayo's syringe and collected some blood before Pei Lang's body completely dissipated.
Having done all this, Kamihara Tetsuya found himself in a dilemma; if he just let Rengoku Kyoujurou go, his intentions would be too obvious, and he might be suspected.
Nor could he kill the other party.
Soon, Kamihara Tetsuya no longer agonized over it.
"First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
A furious voice came, and strong winds danced.
The figure approached at high speed, launching an attack, leaving behind swirling Feng Ren (Wind Blade) strong enough to easily cut through the ground, the attack accompanied by a powerful shockwave.
Kamihara Tetsuya lightly leaped, dodging the slash.
His shadow was also easily cut through by the figure enveloped in strong winds, and Rengoku Kyoujurou fell to the ground.
Looking closely, the young man had white spiky hair, three long scars on his face, was covered in wounds, wore a white haori with the character "Satsu" (殺) on it, and his uniform was open, revealing a muscular, exaggerated physique.
Wind Hashira: Sanemi Shinazugawa!
Pei Lang's corpse on the ground had just dissipated, and Sanemi Shinazugawa coldly glanced at Rengoku Kyoujurou, "To actually let you kill a Lower Moon, you have some skill."
"I told you, I would do it for Father!" Rengoku Kyoujurou propped up his body.
"Hmph!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa snorted coldly, his icy gaze, as if it would devour people, fell forward.
Kamihara Tetsuya frowned; even with Pei Lang's soul, facing a Hashira head-on was still quite risky.
Moreover, with Sanemi Shinazugawa arriving, there was no guarantee that other Demon Slayer Corps Hashira wouldn't follow.
Kamihara Tetsuya suddenly felt a familiar aura, and stiffly turned his head; why was it this brat again? He was everywhere!
A suffocating aura rapidly spread, cold killing intent forming an illusion, a Crimson Moon hanging high in the sky.
Akaza's figure walked out from the deep, dark alley, "Looks like you guys are having a lot of fun!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa and Rengoku Kyoujurou's expressions changed; the kanji carved in his eyes, Upper Moon Three!