Chapter 99 Dual Cultivation of Combat and Tactics
Aoki looked at Shinobu Kochō: "How are you? Are you badly injured?"
"I'm fine!"
Shinobu Kochō wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up.
Aoki turned to look at Gyokko; his shattered body had regenerated.
Gyokko was astonished: "The defector? How could you get here so quickly? You clearly went in the opposite direction!"
He hadn't intended to fight the defector head-on.
He still vividly remembered the terrifying power he felt in the Infinite Castle.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the defector's abilities; he had similar abilities.
Even if the defector could teleport a longer distance, the defector shouldn't have known what was happening here.
He should have had enough time to create the artwork and then leave calmly, even with the Demon Slayer's obstruction…
Suddenly, Gyokko thought of something and abruptly looked at Shinobu Kochō.
Could it be… that wooden plaque?
Shinobu Kochō seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled happily: "That's right."
Gyokko's expression instantly turned gloomy.
"You lowly maggot, how dare you plot against me..."
Aoki's figure quietly appeared beside him.
"Your arrogant attitude is truly repulsive!"
"Aoki Style, Funeral Procession!"
Gyokko's voice abruptly stopped, red lines appeared on his upper body, then he shattered into pieces, and the pot disappeared instantly.
"Spatial teleportation?" Aoki looked at the pot, which had appeared out of thin air a dozen meters away, with great interest.
This could be said to be the Blood Demon Art he knew so far that had the highest compatibility with "spatial teleportation"!
If he devoured Gyokko, "spatial teleportation" should be greatly enhanced, right?
Glug!
Gyokko crawled out of the pot, his appearance completely changed. His upper body became human, covered in scales, with webbed claws, while his lower body became a thick, blue snake.
"You are honored to witness my true form. Only two people have ever seen me in this form before!"
After transforming, Gyokko became incredibly confident, completely forgetting his previous apprehension towards Aoki.
"This ability to modify the body is interesting, but the appearance is too ugly. This choice is also foolish!" Aoki said.
All demons can change their appearance to some extent.
The strongest is Muzan Kibutsuji, who can almost perfectly mimic all humans.
Other demons find it difficult to achieve significant changes in size.
Gyokko is indeed excellent in terms of body transformation; among all demons, he is probably second only to Muzan Kibutsuji.
"What do you know, someone with no artistic talent like you!"
Gyokko roared, whipping his tail and suddenly lunging at Aoki.
Aoki's figure flashed.
Gyokko charged straight at him, slamming his claw into a large tree.
With a whoosh, the spot where his claw struck instantly turned into a large number of wriggling, live fish, and a piece of the tree trunk looked like it had been gouged out.
Gyokko proudly raised his claws: "This is the Hand of God! Anything I touch turns into a fish!
Moreover, my scales are harder than diamonds, my muscles can unleash maximum power, and my body is flexible enough to perform any movement!
This is the flawless form I refined within the pot!"
"I told you, your choice was truly foolish!"
Aoki's figure vanished abruptly.
Gyokko swung his claws backward with a sudden burst. Aoki shifted his feet, his body drifting to the side, narrowly dodging Gyokko's claws, while simultaneously throwing a punch.
Boom!
Gyokko's upper body was torn apart, tumbling and flying away.
"Too slow reaction time, terrible combat awareness, the hardware parameters are indeed good, but the software is weak, utterly useless!"
Aoki said.
Gyokko's normal form is more like a mage, primarily fighting through Blood Demon Art. Its fully evolved form transforms into an assassin and warrior, requiring close-quarters combat for victory.
If both could be mastered to their limits, it would be a dual-wielding mage and warrior, a super warrior without weaknesses.
However, in reality, being well-rounded often means mediocrity; focus is what leads to the pinnacle.
Unfortunately, Gyokko's mage and warrior systems are both terribly weak, making it a prime example of well-rounded but mediocre.
Although ranked among the Upper Moons, it's only second to last.
Veins bulged on Gyokko's face.
"Then let me show you my power! You'll regret saying those words!"
"Blood Demon Art, Scale Slaughter!"
It suddenly began rapidly circling Aoki, its smooth scales and flexible body making it incredibly unpredictable.
"As expected of an Upper Moon!"
Shinobu Kochō's expression was serious.
Although she had been thoroughly criticized by Aomura Kazuhiko-sensei, she was keenly aware of how troublesome Gyokko was.
Its superhuman physical abilities, its claws that couldn't even withstand a thud, combined with its movements, made it virtually unbeatable.
However, compared to Gyokko, she was even more amazed by Aomura Kazuhiko's strength.
Gyokko ranked second to last among the Upper Moons.
Yet Aomura Kazuhiko, facing the combined attack of five Upper Moons and Muzan Kibutsuji, not only survived unscathed but also killed Upper Moon Three and Upper Moon Six.
The more she learned, the more she realized the significance of this feat.
"Hahaha! How about it? Do you feel my power now? Even you are helpless, aren't you?"
Gyokko laughed loudly and suddenly attacked Aomura Kazuhiko from behind.
Aomura Kazuhiko didn't turn around, but it seemed as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He tilted his head, dodging the claws that came at him, and turned to slash horizontally with his hand.
*Thud!
* Gyokko's right hand was severed cleanly below the elbow. Before he could escape, Aomura Kazuhiko's next attack followed closely, like waves, one after another, endless and relentless.
"Aoki Style, Death's Decree!"
Gyokko's attack crumbled instantly, enveloped by Aoki's relentless onslaught. Escape was impossible, and counterattacks were futile, the wounds on his body rapidly multiplying.
He was both shocked and enraged, his confidence vanishing.
Bang!
Gyokko's two arms shattered. Aoki's attack shifted, unleashing a barrage of punches, elbows, legs, and knees in a tempestuous storm.
Aoki Style, Storm!
Death's Decree followed by Storm—its classic combination, which it hadn't used much lately.
Mainly because its opponents weren't suited to it.
Doma's attacks were all wide-range ice-based, leaving no room for a move like Death's Decree that emphasized "combo rhythm." And against multiple attackers, such a smooth combo was impossible.
Bang bang bang!!
Countless holes exploded on Gyokko's body, his lower snake tail severed, blood gushing from the wounds, yet refusing to heal.
"Impossible! Outrageous! How could I die here? I am a chosen, noble life!"
Gyokko's expression was ferocious, veins bulging on his face. His claws frantically clawed at his wounds, tearing away large chunks of flesh, but his body still didn't regenerate.
It wasn't that the healing ability at the wound site was suppressed; his regenerative ability had completely collapsed.
"Perhaps it's because you're not noble enough."
Aoki stretched out his palm: "But don't worry, you won't be alone on the road to the underworld. Kibutsuji Muzan will soon join you!"
"No! Ah!"
Gyokko screamed, his body gradually disappearing.
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