He also has the advantage in weapons.
Tanjirou had already noticed that when he used a Sword Form, Kokushibou mostly chose to evade.
Of course, this might be because Kokushibou was very confident in his speed; there was no need to engage attacks that could be avoided.
But it was also true that Kokushibou was unwilling to clash head-on with a Nichirin Blade.
Or rather, his strength could pose a threat to Kokushibou.
At the very least, his blade was not weak. As long as he could strike the opponent, he might not be without a chance to win.
My body, if you truly still have untapped potential, please, now is the time.
Tanjirou cried out in his heart. He didn't think he was a talented person. Whether it was Young Miss Mizuki's praise or the opponent Kokushibou's commendation, Tanjirou didn't believe it.
He always felt that he was a very ordinary person, neither possessing Tokito-kun's talent nor the extra training time of others.
However, if he truly had potential he didn't know about...
Please, help him!!
"Moon Breathing, Third Form: Loathsome Moon - Shredding."
The calm voice, like that of a death-summoning King Yama, rang out from behind him. Tanjirou had no time to overthink and quickly raised his Nichirin Blade to turn around.
Too fast!
His eyes could keep up, but his body couldn't react immediately.
This physical disparity was too despairing.
Several crescent slashes, imbued with countless tiny crescent moons, burst forth from the winding demon blade, sweeping towards Tanjirou like Sword Qi.
Along the way, the floor was torn open with sharp, long gashes, making Tanjirou's heart pound with fear.
But he had no time to dodge and could only hastily place his Nichirin Blade in front of him.
Boom!!!
Tanjirou's body recoiled several steps, and small cracks appeared on his body, with traces of blood oozing from his skin.
The unique aspect of Moon Breathing lay in its exaggerated range and the subtle Sword Qi attacks attached to its Sword Forms.
This was the most dangerous characteristic of Moon Breathing.
Breathing Technique was swordsmanship used to slay demons, but this Moon Breathing, in particular, was more like swordsmanship used to slay humans.
Because these tiny crescent moons didn't have much effect on demons; ordinary demons could quickly recover from the injuries caused by such attacks.
Even if he could parry the powerful slashes, he couldn't completely withstand or dodge the subtle Sword Qi attacks.
His tattered clothes were all thanks to this ability.
"Ugh..." A look of pain appeared on Tanjirou's face. He somehow managed to endure it.
"Moon Breathing, Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune - Moon Reflection!"
However, before Tanjirou could even catch his breath for a moment, Kokushibou's voice once again echoed in his ears.
"Not good!"
Tanjirou's heart tightened. The previous attack had shattered his concentration, and Kokushibou's figure was lost!
He quickly searched for Kokushibou's figure and saw him not far away. The starting motion of his attack had already begun.
He couldn't dodge it!
Several sharp slashes rapidly approached Tanjirou, their dividing force easily tearing through the floor.
It was that exaggerated slashing again!
Tanjirou could only watch helplessly as the slashes closed in on him, as if he could already foresee himself being split in two.
At the critical moment, a burst of azure mist suddenly rose in the scene, accompanied by a calm voice.
"Mist Breathing, Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds."
Tokito-kun?
Seeing the familiar Sword Form and hearing the voice, Tanjirou's face lit up with joy. His body was barely pulled away by Muichiro. The next second, the sharp Sword Qi brushed past their figures. The Sword Qi, even without direct contact, tore their clothes.
The Sword Qi swept past, leaving several long furrows in the ground.
Using this momentum to carry Tanjirou far away, Muichiro didn't have time to check on him. He stood up cautiously, holding his Nichirin Blade, and entered a standoff with Kokushibou.
Kokushibou's calm voice rang out: "My descendant, do you truly have the resolve to swing your sword at me?"
Muichiro was always a man of few words, letting his actions speak for themselves to Kokushibou.
His figure lowered, and in Kokushibou's eyes, Muichiro's muscles contracted all over, like a nimble leopard, shooting towards him.
In the blink of an eye, the azure sword tip pressed against Kokushibou's lower jaw, capable of slaying him instantly.
However, Kokushibou was, after all, a monster who had lived for hundreds of years. Muichiro's speed was fast, but his speed was even harder to observe.
Despite being only a hair's breadth away, Kokushibou's figure once again vanished from everyone's sight.
"As expected, it's very troublesome."
Muichiro frowned slightly. The combat technique, no matter how many times he encountered it, felt powerless, as if he was completely crushed by the opponent in all aspects.
"Tanjirou, are you alright?" Only after escaping danger did Muichiro have time to show concern.
"Yes." Tanjirou adjusted his state and stood shoulder to shoulder with Muichiro.
"this great lord is also fully revived!" Inosuke came to their side, hands on his hips.
Muichiro said indifferently, "No, no one asked you."
"You damn guy! Wanna fight?!" Inosuke brandished his Nichirin Blade, yelling furiously.
Tanjirou broke out in a cold sweat, no longer knowing whether to focus on Kokushibou or break up the fight.
Please, in this situation, can you be a little more serious?
Against that monster, even a moment of laxity would lead to complete annihilation.
But when he inadvertently glanced at Kokushibou, he was somewhat stunned.
He saw that Kokushibou's hand, gripping the sword hilt, had somehow drawn blood.
Was that... anger?
An emotion called anger surged into Tanjirou's nostrils, something that had never happened before.
What's going on?
Is it because of Tokito-kun?
What Kokushibou couldn't understand was why everyone stood against him.
Whether it was Yoriichi or Mizuki, or his own descendant... It was as if he was the one who was wrong... No, he was not wrong.
Even if he was the only one left, he would continue to walk on the right path.
He was, after all, a monster several hundred years old, very skilled at adjusting his mindset.
Soon, Kokushibou's inner resolve became firm again.
It was as if the scent of anger he had just detected was merely an illusion.
Noticing Kokushibou's aura growing thicker, the chattering crowd also detected the change and looked on with grave expressions.
Is he coming?
He really doesn't give us a moment to breathe.
Kokushibou swung the demon blade in his hand, and the calmness on his face had transformed into indifference in Tanjirou's eyes.
"Tanjirou, watch carefully. This guy and I will do our best to create an opportunity for you to strike." After only dozens of seconds in the battlefield, Muichiro had already figured out the best way to break the deadlock.
The Transparent World that Tanjirou possessed was the only way to defeat this monster.
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