Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 110 Bats and Cats
"Free, but it's a fan service," the short foreigner said again.

Yu Jian suddenly realized that apart from his two small mustaches that made him look like a man, the only other things about this guy were his men's clothes and the word 'man'.

In reality, she was just a blonde girl wearing a fake mustache who was running around aimlessly.

As for the machine she was holding—or rather, the one she was holding—it was a trendy product from a century ago. In reality, you'd probably only find a similar model in a museum.

It looks like a square wooden box, and the lighting is provided by igniting magnesium powder and causing it to explode instantly. It is very ancient in every sense.

However, even such an ultra-retro camera should have originated in the 19th century. Never mind, let's not get bogged down in such details.

Yujian's attention never left the foreigner in front of him.

He was not fooled by the other person's appearance, which resembled a little girl. Although the person spoke enthusiastically, there was not a ripple in their scarlet eyes, like a block of ice frozen for a hundred years.

Only when his gaze occasionally fell on Akemi would a tiny, illusory candlelight flicker on.

"Who are you?" Akemi looked at the other person in confusion, clearly not recognizing the blonde girl.

Then she noticed the strange machine.

"Hey, is that a camera? I heard the maid mention it; it's supposed to be a machine that can draw Western paintings in an instant." Akemi tugged at Mitsuki's sleeve, but found that the boy's face didn't show the slightest smile.

"Who are you?" Yu Jian stepped forward, blocking the other person's view.

"Don't you want to take pictures? That's a shame."

【“Watch out, she smells strange!”】Milo’s warning came through the words, and at the same time it ran towards the two of them on all fours.

At the same time, a dozen or so individuals emanating a strange, bloody stench appeared rapidly around them. Some held kunai that resembled throwing knives or short swords, while others carried senbon needles that looked like long needles.

The next second, a barrage of hidden weapons rained down on Yu Jian.

"Really." At the last second, the white-haired young swordsman sighed.

It's simply because this attack was a bit too—gentle.

Having said that, he drew his sword.

A simple action, once belonging to the down-on-his-luck ronin Ming Qingju, was casually drawn from his ordinary, worn-out katana.

Under the lights of the night market, the metal blade suddenly reflected rays of light.

Standing behind Mikasa, Akemi felt as if a moon was rising before her eyes.

A silver moon.

After a long while, the light faded...

Just like pressing the pause button on a video, all the hidden weapons that came into contact with the moon suddenly stopped moving and then split in two on the spot.

The power to cut through iron!

It not only cuts the weapon, but also neutralizes the force contained within it.

The incoming projectiles were indeed as dense as a sudden rain, but compared to the nameless swordsman's superhuman speed, they were simply no match.

After fighting the nameless swordsman five times, Yu Jian naturally made progress. At the very least, he became more adept at using the power to cut through iron, and could easily perform delicate operations with effortless ease.

At this moment, a golden ring symbolizing Hawkeye at full power lit up in the boy's eyes, his snow-white hair cascaded down his back, and a black haori jacket was casually draped over his shoulders.

She was still wearing the white clothes that Akemi had just knitted, and she looked as if she were taking a walk without any tension.

"Chizuru, could you please take this?"

"Ugh?"

Yujian unbuttoned his coat, letting the black haori slide backward under the weight of gravity, while he took a step forward.

As if sensing something, the expressionless blonde girl vanished instantly.

A moment later, a dazzling red line appeared on the spot.

Like steel that has been heated to the point of glowing and melting.

click -

With a sharp crack, the street, walls, and the high-hanging signboard were all split in two.

If the blonde girl hadn't moved, she would probably have been evenly separated.

Natural Mind-Body Flow - Shrinking Earth!
and
Beichen Dream Style: Yin Yi - Dream Sword!

The young swordsman charged forward, casually wielding a 2.2-meter-long red katana, like an enraged god wielding a whip, destroying everything in his path.

However, a closer look reveals that, aside from the items, this sword strike didn't harm any innocent bystanders. Indeed, if a swordsman can't even control his sword strikes with ease, he's probably not a qualified swordsman at all.

Nevertheless, upon seeing such an unbelievable scene, the originally crowded people immediately began to scream, and the entire street became extremely chaotic.

The area around the two combatants was unusually calm, like the eye of a storm.

"Ruthless, cold-blooded, decisive, he's practically like a legendary Asura."

The blonde girl no longer spoke in that strange accent; her Japanese suddenly became very fluent, as if she had lived there for decades.

"When did you turn them into zombies?"

Yujian turned to look at the blonde girl standing on the rooftop.

The attackers, dressed as ordinary people, did not continue their attack, but their scarlet eyes and bulging bluish-black veins said a lot.

Originally, these people were all bodyguards who secretly followed Akemi, and judging from the type of weapons they used, they were most likely ninjas.

Now, however, they have all been transformed into zombies, becoming zombie ninjas.

Was this premeditated...?

After pondering for a moment, Yu Jian decided to cut it down first.

"Who knows?" The girl tapped the corner of her lips with her index finger, revealing a cold smile.

“I never bother to remember such trivial things.”

"..." Yu Jian slowly exhaled, calming all his emotions.

Behind her, Akemi held the black haori, looking somewhat lost, while Milo quietly stood in front of her to protect her.

Although this isn't the first time I've said this, my dog ​​is definitely reliable...

Furthermore, judging from the angle of the attack just now, it was discovered that the opponent deliberately avoided Akemi's location when launching the attack.

Could this person in front of me be...?

“Arthur Claudius?” he uttered a name he had just heard.

"Huh? Very perceptive, but I hate overly perceptive humans." The blonde girl waved her hand expressionlessly.

Instantly, all the ninjas who had turned into living corpses rushed over.

They didn't use any magical ninjutsu; they simply roared like wild beasts, attacking haphazardly with their fangs and weapons. It was unclear whether they were unable to use ninjutsu after being transformed into zombies, or whether they simply hadn't mastered the magical ninjutsu that the swordsman had envisioned.

As for how to deal with these victims?
"Take care." Yu Jian took a deep breath and then began to draw his sword.

A cold wind swept across the entire area as the young swordsman moved unhurriedly among the zombie ninjas. His movements were quite concise, consisting of simply drawing his sword, sheathing it, and then drawing it again.

The inertia caused the white hair to float backward as if blown by the wind, and then it swayed and slowly fell down.

After walking about seven steps, all the zombie ninjas stopped moving.

brush--

With a flick of his sword, he sent red liquid splattering across the ground in an arc.

In an instant, a large amount of blood spurted from the frozen ninja's body, and the whole world seemed to be stained with scarlet color. Faced with a fatal wound that pierced the heart or severed the head, even a living corpse would rest in peace.

clap clap.

Arthur Claudius, still in the form of a blonde girl, stood gracefully on the high place, clapping gently with a very dignified posture.

"Brilliant! I haven't seen such exquisite swordsmanship in at least ten years," she said, praising without reservation.

At this moment, she still acted as if everything was under control.

But the next second, Arthur suddenly saw the white-haired boy strike a peculiar pose.

The weapon is held parallel to the ground, with its tip pointing diagonally forward. Both hands grip the hilt near the guard and the end of the blade, while the person slightly lowers their body.

Like a spring that's building up its tension...

Ok?
A sense of crisis welled up in the vampire's heart, but it seemed a little too late.

Natural Rishin-ryu - The Secret Technique: The Sword of Nobunaga!

A flash of light pierced the darkness!
Blood erupted and scattered everywhere!
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