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Although it couldn't sever the hard bones, the sudden sharp pain and joint injury made the scythe demon let out a pained roar.
Its body staggered, and its slashing motion became distorted again.
Boom!!!
The scythe demon's wild slash landed exactly where they had been moments before, sending dirt and gravel flying, leaving a deep gash.
"Ugh!"
Cheng Mo's left shoulder was violently struck by a protruding rock as he rolled.
A piercing pain shot through him; it was definitely a bone fracture.
But he didn't even frown, quickly moving out of the scythe demon's attack range.
"Attack its right shoulder! After every full-strength swing, its left shoulder will have a brief stiffness!" Cheng Mo shouted to Murata, who had just gotten up from the ground and was about to charge forward.
In the Eye of Truth's vision, the scythe demon's left shoulder had a structural flaw, revealing a tiny weakness when it exerted force!
At this moment, Murata had just recovered from the thrilling near-death experience.
He heard the precise guidance, and although he didn't know who the person was, their act of saving him and the clear indication of the weakness made him almost instinctively choose to trust him!
"Water Breathing, Third Form: Flowing Dance!" Murata roared, his Breathing Technique operating at full power, his figure becoming as elusive as flowing water.
He skillfully dodged several wild swings from the enraged scythe demon, patiently waiting for the moment Cheng Mo had mentioned.
Now!
After a powerful downward slash, the scythe demon's left shoulder indeed showed a fleeting, extremely subtle dip and pause!
"Ha!"
Murata seized this fleeting opportunity, water swirling around his nichirin blade, his entire being and sword seemingly becoming one, transforming into a rushing torrent!
"Water Breathing, Second Form: Water Wheel!" He leaped into the air, his nichirin blade tracing a perfect circular slash, like a spinning water wheel, precisely striking the scythe demon's exposed left neck, which was stiff from the previous attack!
Pfft—
This time, the nichirin blade's slash felt a completely different kind of feedback!
The blade cut through tough flesh and reached the cervical spine!
"Aargh—!" The scythe demon let out an earth-shattering shriek, and black blood gushed out.
Although its demon physique prevented it from being instantly decapitated, the injury to its cervical spine caused its massive body to lose balance.
It crashed heavily to one side, struggling to get up for a moment.
Severely wounded and fallen!
This mysterious enemy wielded a strange weapon and could even see through its weaknesses!
A flicker of fear finally crossed the scythe demon's single eye.
It let out an unwilling roar, supporting its body with its other still-movable arms, and began to drag its severely injured body, scrambling awkwardly towards the depths of the dark forest, making a quick escape.
Murata leaned on his sword, panting heavily; that last strike had almost completely depleted his remaining strength.
He looked in Cheng Mo's direction, his eyes complex.
The other two less injured Demon Slayer Corps members immediately gathered, protecting their unconscious comrades.
Their eyes were filled with suspicion and uncertainty as they looked at this mysterious person who had suddenly appeared with such unusual methods.
Cheng Mo slowly stood up, the pain in his left shoulder making his movements slightly stiff.
He put away the UV lamp and returned his Tang sword to its scabbard, slinging it over his back, indicating he had no ill intent.
Then, he ignored the wary gazes of Murata and the others, walking directly towards Kojima, the most severely injured Demon Slayer Corps member.
"You..." Murata was about to speak.
"He's lost too much blood, and the wound is severely contaminated. If it's not treated soon, it will be very troublesome." Cheng Mo interrupted him, his voice still calm, as if he hadn't just been fighting.
He knelt down and, without hesitation, began to examine Kojima's injuries.
Under the astonished gaze of Murata and the others, Cheng Mo took out clean water, gauze, a small, sharp surgical knife, and a porcelain bottle from his pocket (actually, from his spatial storage).
His movements were swift, precise, and methodical.
He looked nothing like the common doctors of this era, but more like a well-trained surgeon.
He skillfully cleaned the wound, removed necrotic tissue and foreign objects, then repeatedly rinsed it with clean water.
Finally, he carefully sprinkled the white sulfanilamide powder on the gruesome wound and bandaged it.
The entire process was terrifyingly calm, carrying an unparalleled professionalism.
Next, he used a similar method to treat the injuries of Arai, another unconscious Demon Slayer Corps member.
After completing all of this, he finally looked up at Murata, who was still alert but whose eyes now held shock and gratitude.
"It's temporarily stabilized. But he needs to be taken to a clean place for further treatment as soon as possible, and he might develop a fever later." Cheng Mo said calmly, "Who are you?"
Murata watched Cheng Mo's fluid movements.
"I am Murata, a G-rank swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, and the supervisor of the Fujisawa area." Murata put away his nichirin blade, enduring the pain, and solemnly bowed to Cheng Mo, "Thank you for saving our lives! May I know your esteemed name? Are you a physician?"
"Cheng Mo." Cheng Mo's voice was calm, with a slight foreign accent.
"Just a traveling merchant who knows a bit of inherited medical techniques, and happens to have some minor ways to deal with these 'things'." He glanced at the wounds on Murata and the others.
"Your injuries also need to be treated."
Murata looked at the white powder on his comrades' wounds, which had clearly begun to inhibit infection and had a miraculous effect.
He also recalled the short stick that emitted a strange purple light and could severely wound demons, as well as the other party's precise and ruthless Take action and calmness far beyond ordinary people, his heart filled with questions and shock.
This was definitely not an ordinary merchant!
But at this moment, he felt more gratitude: "Thank you very much! If it weren't for your intervention, our squad today would probably have..." He looked fearfully in the direction where the demon had disappeared, then solemnly bowed to Cheng Mo.
The other two Demon Slayer Corps members also quickly followed suit.
After Murata stood up, his tone became extremely sincere: "Your help, my Murata squad will never forget! May I... invite you, sir, to move? This place is not suitable for prolonged stay. Demons have regenerative abilities and might return, so we need to relocate quickly."
Cheng Mo's tone was unchanging: "I know a temporary resting place nearby."