Fierce Battle

A giant ice figure rose from the ground with astonishing presence. Many cult members were already shouting about a miracle, falling back into fervent worship of the Eternal Paradise Cult. They could see that the ice figure was being manipulated by Doma.

Next, Doma leaped onto the ice figure's shoulder and pursued Kanae at a leisurely pace.

Kanae's brow was furrowed, and her expression was uncomfortable, as if she was in a tough fight. However, Kurozawa had no time to pay attention to the battle there. His fight with Gyutaro was also gradually intensifying.

Only by quickly dealing with Gyutaro could he potentially go support Kanae.

Though only the lowest-ranked Upper Moon, Gyutaro's strength wasn't watered down like Daki's; it was genuinely Upper Moon level. His incredibly keen five senses, agile movements, and quick reactions made it impossible for Kurozawa to defeat him easily.

Now, hundreds of tiny flying blood scythes surrounded Gyutaro, soaring like a flock of crows, each one relentlessly slicing towards Kurozawa. The whistling sound of them cutting through the air was constant.

Since a large amount of Power of Despair was used to condense Mingzhou, and Kurozawa was also using Pitch-Black Aura for protection, he couldn't completely defend against these sharp blood scythes. He could only meet offense with offense.

"I will slice off every piece of your flesh and skin to avenge Daki!"

Gyutaro's eyes blazed with fury. With a wave of his hand, dozens of blood scythes enveloped Kurozawa's upper body.

Kurozawa's gaze was calm. Holding Mingzhou in his right hand, he decided to use a Sword Form against his enemy.

On one hand, although his physique was strong, he didn't want to experience Gyutaro's meat-grinder-like Blood Demon Art, and Gyutaro's blood also contained poison which wasn't easy to endure. Currently, Kurozawa could only remove Gyutaro's poison using Potential Points, and his Breathing Technique could only slightly suppress it, so he was much more cautious.

On the other hand, relying entirely on his physique required an absolutely overwhelming posture to quickly defeat the enemy, but completely crushing an Upper Moon with just physique was too difficult. To stack attributes to that extent, his current Potential Points weren't enough.

The situation didn't allow for it. Sword Forms were his only choice.

The more than four hundred Potential Points just obtained from the cult members suddenly dropped by half, and his Water Breathing Sword Forms consequently broke through to the fourth stage.

At this moment, Kurozawa felt that the Mingzhou in his hand was no longer just a weapon; it seemed to have become an extension of his limbs, another arm of his. There was no delay or awkwardness in his movements, as if he were directing it with his arm.

Gripping Mingzhou tightly, Kurozawa's body lowered, his legs bent, and his right arm extended to its limit. Mingzhou's snow-white blade was angled towards Gyutaro, while the pitch-black blade seemed to swallow all light.

Water Breathing, Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust!

Any Sword Form from the Sixth Form onwards was classified as a high-power Sword Form. Each use would cause a certain burden on the Swordsman's body and could not be used consecutively in a short time. The body needed time to cool down unless they forced its use despite injuries like muscle tears.

And with such a burden, the power was always not to be underestimated.

After all, Sword Forms were techniques specifically created to slay Demons.

The Seventh Form was the only powerful piercing technique in Water Breathing. It was an instant movement in a straight line, like a lightning strike. And the Water Breathing Seventh Form, with its winding multi-stage linear thrusts, was truly exceptional among the piercing techniques of all Breathing Technique Sword Forms.

Kurozawa pushed off with his right foot, stomping to the side, and his body suddenly teleported nearly three meters to the left.

Across from him, Gyutaro's eyes just blurred. Kurozawa's body shifted horizontally to the left, seemingly trying to dodge his blood scythes.

"It's useless! A large-scale Blood Demon Art at the cost of my own blood, how can you dodge!" Gyutaro roared, pointing at Kurozawa. Immediately, another crimson ribbon formed by a large number of blood scythes rushed towards him.

The blood scythes that Kurozawa dodged hit the ground and drilled downwards with a rumbling sound, leaving the surroundings in a mess.

Kurozawa's expression remained unchanged, but the blade of Mingzhou seemed even colder.

The aura of the Seventh Form was still flowing within him. All his muscles tensed, transforming him into a pitch-black lightning bolt. At the same time, waves of air pressure vibrated behind Kurozawa, spreading outwards.

Alternating between left and right, the pitch-black lightning moved in a winding path. Every reaction was incredibly swift. As a result, Gyutaro's flying blood scythes all missed, hitting the ground for nothing.

The forty-meter distance was covered in almost a flash. When Kurozawa, holding his sword, closed in within ten meters of Gyutaro, a strong sense of danger came from Gyutaro's intuition.

His five senses were sharp, and his perception of danger was equally accurate.

Immediately after, Gyutaro repeatedly pushed off the ground with his legs, quickly retreating.

At the same time, his face became even paler. A large amount of blood surged from various parts of his body, still transforming into sharp blood scythes.

In their previous battle, Gyutaro knew that Kurozawa's close combat ability was far superior to his. He had wanted to maintain distance and use ranged attacks to wear him down. But now that Kurozawa had the enhancement of a Sword Form and was gradually closing in, Gyutaro had to change his approach.

The blood scythes that had been continuously rotating to attack Kurozawa suddenly changed direction, all returning to defend Gyutaro.

The two-meter radius around him was almost completely filled with whistling small blood scythes, densely packed with no gaps. His entire body resembled a crimson cocoon covered in knives, offering both offense and defense.

Blood Demon Art: Blood Scythe Whirlwind Cocoon! Seeing Gyutaro's response, a smile appeared on Kurozawa's lips instead.

Crack! A long, deep groove instantly appeared beneath his feet. At this moment, Kurozawa exerted force with his right hand, gripping Mingzhou tightly, with the blade of Mingzhou level with the ground, the tip thrusting directly towards Gyutaro's head.

He couldn't see Gyutaro's exact position, but it didn't matter; his Fighting Spirit could sense it.

Moreover, Kurozawa's three-meter radius Fighting Spirit domain was his absolute territory. Within this range, through the precise perception of the movement trajectories of things via Fighting Spirit, even the most impenetrable defense would reveal its weakest point.

So, Kurozawa slightly closed his eyes and, without the slightest hesitation, his feet left the ground and he closed in on Gyutaro.

Mingzhou's tip locked onto the weak point and came into contact with the crimson cocoon. Immediately after, a layer of rough resistance came from Mingzhou. The high-speed rotating blood scythes that cut through everything collided with Mingzhou. Although the Pitch-Black Aura continuously incinerated them, the high-speed rotation frequency still caused considerable obstruction.

"Do you really dare to approach me with your flesh and blood?" Gyutaro no longer retreated but did his best to maintain control of his Blood Demon Art. The Blood Demon Art he formed by consuming half of his blood was very strong, and now he had to concentrate fully to perfectly manipulate and operate it.

At this moment, half of Mingzhou was embedded within the dense blood scythes, and Kurozawa's hand holding the hilt also came into contact with the area where the blood scythes were swirling.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. Amidst a series of cutting sounds, the thin layer of Pitch-Black Aura attached to Kurozawa's body was breached. A large number of bloody cuts instantly appeared on his palm. His defense couldn't block the sharpness of the blood scythes.

His Fighting Spirit perception locked onto the weak point, but to break through it, Kurozawa's own flesh and blood body would be severely injured.

Kurozawa slightly furrowed his brow, then in a flash, came up with a devious tactic.

"Gyutaro cares a lot about Daki, so..."

Suddenly, a spherical object was thrown up by Kurozawa.

The burning skull of Daki, which had been in Kurozawa's left hand, was thrown out by him, crashing into the blood scythes. Instantly, another layer of pain, like being slowly sliced apart, was added to the burning sensation from the Pitch-Black Aura.

Daki was always selfish and only cared about herself, regardless of Gyutaro who was still in a fierce battle.

Through their special connection, she screamed in collapse, "Idiot! You hurt me! Stop it quickly!"

It was impossible for Gyutaro to stop his Blood Demon Art, but because of Daki's painful cry, he was distracted, and the high-speed rotating group of blood scythes around him paused for a moment.

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