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The moment the swords touched.

Everything happened just as Cheng Xiaoyu had expected. The attacking sword was cut in half with one blow, and then it continued to slash forward with unabated momentum.

But what is unexpected is.

The bloody knight Yegrit suddenly dropped the sword in his hand, clenched his hands into fists, and hit Cheng Xiaoyu's chest before the sharp blade touched him.

In that heavy roar.

Cheng Xiaoyu's expression suddenly changed, and under the huge force, he flew backwards towards the back of the hall like a kite with a broken string.

And on the way of flying backwards.

Seong Xiao-Woo also thought to himself, "Is this guy simply quick in reaction, or did he already know how sharp the Ajuromaru is?"

In times of doubt.

The figure barely stopped flying backwards, but what came into view was Yegrit who was following closely behind and already close to him.

The eyes beneath the blood-red helmet flashed with murderous intent, and he swung out his armor-covered right fist without hesitation.

The speed is so fast that it even makes a sound of breaking through the air!

Cheng Xiaoyu had no time to react and almost subconsciously dodged to the side. The fist passed by his face, leaving a tiny trace of blood.

But this also gave Cheng Xiaoyu an opportunity.

He turned his body to one side, and the sharp blade in his hand moved with his body, slashing straight at Yegrit's neck from one side.

But it was within Cheng Xiaoyu's sight.

Yegrit also fell to the other side, but at the same time he raised his right hand and grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's arm that was swinging the knife.

It's difficult to make any progress.

He even used Cheng Xiaoyu as support, gathered his strength on his right leg, and swept it across, hitting Cheng Xiaoyu's side with a whip kick.

He kicked him directly onto the stone pillar on the side of the hall. Without even giving him a chance to breathe, Yegrit came close again.

He raised his fists and kept hitting Cheng Xiaoyu's body like a torrential rain. In just a moment, the stone pillar collapsed.

Cheng Xiaoyu's body couldn't control and kept sliding backwards. He was not able to catch his breath until he stabilized his body.

Face the bloody knight in front of him again.

Even now, Cheng Xiaoyu felt the difficulty and analyzed the situation in his mind.

“How could he be so agile while wearing that kind of armor, and not only is his level S-rank, but his skills are even better than mine?!

This guy... is so strong! With my current A-rank combat power, I am no match for him... But with Aguramaru, there is still hope!"

On the other hand, Yegrit walked slowly over the gravel, and in the thick smoke and dust, he tore off the scarlet cloak behind him.

Then he took out two daggers from his back, threw the scabbards on the ground, and pointed the knives at Cheng Xiaoyu, as if declaring war!

Seeing this scene in front of me.

Cheng Xiaoyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and also pointed the knife in one hand towards Yegrit. The two stood facing each other in this magnificent hall.

Until the smoke and dust between the two of them completely dissipated.

The two figures moved almost at the same time and started fighting in the center of the hall, their figures constantly intertwining.

Under the flash of swords and sabers.

Cheng Xiaoyu's health points began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye, but at the same time they continued to rise under the healing power of the ghost.

But the fatigue value is slowly decreasing.

But now Cheng Xiaoyu no longer has the mind to pay attention to these details. Now all he has eyes for is that bloody figure!

Yegrit came quickly with the sword in both hands, but just when Cheng Xiaoyu was ready and looking for an opportunity.

Yegrit suddenly swung out the two swords in his hands, like two sharp arrows breaking through the air, emitting a cold light under the reflection of the candlelight above!

"not good……"

Cheng Xiaoyu held the knife in one hand and blocked the two daggers at the same time. He was already aware of the result, but he had no choice.

next moment.

Just as he thought, Yegrit took the opportunity to close the distance and punched Seong Xiao-Woo in the face, sending him flying backwards.

But this is not the end.

Yegrit leaped up into the air and kicked towards the figure flying backwards below, intercepting it accurately in mid-air.

He grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's left leg, which was flying backwards, with one hand and slammed it to the ground, then lifted it into the air again.

With his fists clenched, he punched Cheng Xiaoyu, who had completely lost the ability to resist, repeatedly, knocking his body over and over in the air.

Until the last punch landed, he grabbed his right leg again and swung it backwards with all his strength, and fell directly onto the wall behind the throne at the top of the hall.

A cloud of dust was immediately stirred up.

When the smoke gradually dissipated and everything returned to calm, Cheng Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the throne, appeared behind the smoke.

At this moment, he was leaning on one side of the throne, gasping for breath. As for the Ajuramaru in his hand, it had already slipped out of his hand and stood at the end of the steps in front of the throne.

And Yegrit, who was sitting under the throne, picked up the only intact dagger, stepped on the ground with one foot, and rushed out like a cannonball.

Holding the sword in one hand, he arrived in an instant.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu sat powerlessly on the throne, and could only watch the dagger with a cold glow gradually enlarged in front of his eyes.

But he couldn't do anything.

The breath of death was overwhelming. Cheng Xiaoyu thought a lot at that moment. Even though he was unwilling, he was powerless to save himself with his current body.

But at this moment.

He recalled the figures of his mother and sister in his mind. At this moment, he didn't know where he got the strength from, and he actually raised his arms to cover his chest.

But the dagger also came along and pierced straight through his arms. Cheng Xiaoyu looked down at the dagger that stopped in front of his chest, almost using all his strength.

Even though the hot blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, it couldn't stop him from shouting, "My family is still waiting for me, how can I die here so easily!"

But Yegrit just increased his strength, trying to break his arms and pierce his chest!

Until the moment when the dagger pressed against the breastplate.

It also seemed to announce his death.

But at this moment.

In a trance, Cheng Xiaoyu had already appeared at the junction of the sky and the sea. Everything was so peaceful and harmonious.

The breeze blowing across his face also brought him back to his senses.

I saw Ajuramaru standing on the hilt of the sword, squatting down and raising his right hand to support his chin, looking down with his red eyes as gorgeous as gems.

"You are really in such a mess. You should also understand that you have no chance of winning, right?"

Hearing this, Seong Xiao-Woo lowered his eyes slightly and then looked up, "I really have no chance of winning, but since you brought me here, you must have your intention!

As long as there is a slightest chance, I will not give up!"

And as the words fell.

That extremely gentle response also rang in his ears, "I have felt your belief in fighting for your family."

Seong Xiao-Woo looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw that Tanjiro was standing beside him without him knowing, raised his left hand and placed it on his shoulder, smiling gently.

"So I recognize you, Seong Xiao-Woo."

Facing the gentle smile beside him, Seong Xiao-Woo felt an indescribable touch in his heart, "Tanjiro-senpai..."

However, Tanjiro turned around and faced Ajuramaru in front of him, and pleaded seriously, "Ajuramaru, I'll leave it to you from now on!"

In this regard.

Ajuramaru, who was watching the show, stood up helplessly, tapped his toes, and slowly landed in front of the two of them.

"I really can't do anything about you, so let it be as you wish."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Cheng Xiaoyu, and he opened his lips slightly to make a final reminder, "Although I can lend you my strength.

But you need to remember that gaining power comes at a price. I can activate ghost transformation for you, and with your current body you can probably hold on for a quarter of an hour.

If you exceed this time limit, you will become a demon who loses his mind and only knows how to kill. If you have no objection, I can lend you my power now!"

Facing such a response, Seong Xiao-Woo smiled from the bottom of his heart, "It doesn't matter, as long as there is still a chance, that's enough, let's start now!"

After getting the desired response.

Ajuromaru also raised his right hand and pierced his chest directly, "Since you have made your choice, use my power to fight!"

As the words fell.

He pulled out the right hand that had pierced his chest, splashing blood.

at the same time.

On the throne at the top of the magnificent palace in the outside world, Yegrit's right hand holding the sword continued to exert force, and the dagger had already hit the breastplate.

Under that terrifying force, cracks gradually appeared on the transparent breastplate and continued to expand, looking like a broken mirror.

It seemed as if it could break through the breastplate and pierce through his chest at any time!

But at this moment.

Seong Xiao-Woo opened his eyes again!