Blood That Stirred Instinct

Kurozawa's eyes shifted upon smelling the captivating scent of blood. He instantly put strength into his waist, forcefully stopping his attack.

He landed, his weight causing the ground to collapse into a pit as he dispersed the remaining momentum.

Immediately after, Kurozawa's hand shot out like lightning, chopping horizontally at Sanemi Shinazugawa's throat. It was a touch and release, with no intention of killing.

Hoo hoo hoo. Painful, heavy breathing sounds came from Sanemi Shinazugawa's mouth. He fell to the ground, covering the area around his throat with his left hand. A bruised, purplish mark was slowly appearing there.

Kurozawa had injured Sanemi Shinazugawa's respiratory tract, making normal breathing cause intense pain. This would temporarily disable his Breathing Technique, preventing him from suddenly launching a surprise attack.

Any Swordsman who had mastered Total Concentration Breathing could instantly unleash power beyond their limit, making their offensive capability not to be underestimated.

At the same time, a weak voice came from behind him. It was the voice of the Lower Moon One, Hakkotsuryo.

His body had restored its original pale, ashen complexion, having regenerated from a tattered skeleton.

"Who are you?"

"So, so hungry."

He struggled to stand, looking at Kurozawa's back with fear in his eyes.

When the overwhelming sword light had swept over him just now, he had almost believed he was certain to die, but the other party had deliberately held back, letting him go.

Despite this, the previous battle, combined with the destruction of his flesh and blood and being reduced to a skeleton, had left him in a weakened state. He desperately needed blood to replenish his strength. The instinctive desire of a Demon was on the verge of overwhelming his Lower Moon level rationality.

However, Hakkotsuryo still managed to suppress it. As Lower Moon One, he did not want to display the savage appearance of a low-level Demon.

But at this moment, a rich, sweet scent of blood drifted over and was sniffed by Hakkotsuryo.

It was a smell that seemed to penetrate the bone marrow, drill into the soul, making every cell in his body tremble and crave it madly.

In an instant, Hakkotsuryo's rationality was completely swallowed by his appetite.

Kurozawa glanced back. Before he could answer, he saw Hakkotsuryo's body suddenly tremble all over, then his face twisted, and his eyes flashed with madness.

He should still have some strength, not enough to be completely controlled by instinct. Sanemi Shinazugawa's blood is indeed unusual.

Hakkotsuryo lunged forward madly. As he extended a hand, a mirror appeared behind him, and a Mirror Demon identical to Kurozawa emerged from it. It attacked alongside his main body.

Kurozawa's eyes showed surprise. Then he kicked Hakkotsuryo's body away and began fighting his clone with great interest.

The Mirror Demon also held a Nichirin Blade that looked like Mingzhou. It raised its hand and unleashed a Secret Technique Sword Form. The flow of energy within its body was identical, causing Kurozawa's expression to slightly change.

Even Kurozawa himself did not want to take a hit from a Sword Form: Annihilation. Annihilation contained mental attacks mixed with the attribute of despair. Even an Immortal Demon Body would be severely injured.

He put strength into his feet, intending to move and escape the center of Annihilation.

But the result was that although the Mirror Demon's energy flow was the same, when it swung its hand, it only unleashed a whistling sword light about three meters long.

The sword light carried a sharp and fierce aura, which was indeed Kurozawa's attack style, but it was incomparable to the immense range and astonishing lethality of Annihilation. Furthermore, the burning Pitch-Black Aura was absent from it.

Kurozawa's expression returned to normal, while also showing a slight disappointment.

He didn't even bother dodging. He countered with a punch carrying the Pitch-Black Aura. Just as his head was about to be struck, he shattered the sword light into pieces. The fragmented pieces of sword light were also burned and swallowed by the Pitch-Black Aura.

"Secret Technique Sword Form is not something you can just copy."

The execution of a Secret Technique Sword Form required a special mental will from the person themselves. Without this will, it was just an ordinary sword form, and its power would be greatly reduced.

Mingzhou surged like a fluid, retracting back into Kurozawa's body. He tapped his toes on the ground, his agile figure instantly closing in on the Mirror Demon. At the same time, he took the opportunity to kick Hakkotsuryo, who was trying to devour Sanemi Shinazugawa, away again.

Having just closed the distance, Kurozawa raised his hands and launched a storm of attacks.

Steel fists, palm strikes, elbow strikes, knee strikes—his body erupted, operating like a killing machine. Every part of his body was a weapon, and all his movements seemed to tear through the air, emitting piercing whistles.

At the same time, the Mirror Demon also performed the same actions, its fists and feet carrying heavy force as they attacked Kurozawa's body. Every move was brutal, and its aura was violent.

With this ability, it's only a Lower Moon One?

Blood Demon Arts were strange and varied. Hakkotsuryo's Blood Demon Art gave Kurozawa a surprise.

Simultaneously, Kurozawa's eyes showed excitement, and his movements became faster and faster.

The Mirror Demon also began to accelerate its movements, but soon, Kurozawa's attack speed seemed to exceed its limit, and it was gradually unable to keep up.

Retracting his arm to his waist, Kurozawa's fist pointed upwards. The steel-hard muscles on his forearm bulged layer upon layer, covered in veins, as he delivered a fierce uppercut.

The thunderous uppercut hit the Mirror Demon Kurozawa directly in the chin, utterly shattering it and sending it flying into the sky.

*Thud!* Over ten meters away, the Mirror Demon's body landed, then shakily stood up.

Half of the Mirror Demon Kurozawa's face was caved in. Its entire lower jaw was sunken upwards, bloody and mangled, a gruesome sight.

If Kurozawa had put in a little more force, he could have likely punched its skull clean off from below.

Seeing his own handsome and elegant face turn into such a state, Kurozawa vaguely felt his face ache. Instantly, all his muscles flexed. After closing in, he used attacks imbued with Pitch-Black Aura, completely burning the Mirror Demon to ashes within a few breaths.

Looking at Hakkotsuryo again, when he was kicked away by Kurozawa, he had crashed into a dragon juniper tree as thick as a water vat, then was pinned to the ground by the tree trunk. He struggled non-stop with a distorted face, frequently glancing towards Sanemi Shinazugawa, his eyes seemingly glowing green, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Kurozawa could sense his weakness; he couldn't even break free from just half a tree trunk.

Retracting his gaze, Kurozawa ignored the out-of-control Lower Moon One and turned to walk towards Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Sanemi Shinazugawa's appearance was also miserable. The muscles and bones of his right shoulder were like mud, with only some skin and flesh still connected to his body, hanging precariously. It looked completely disabled.

Due to his injured respiratory tract, his breathing was weak, and he could no longer maintain the Total Concentration state. Even normal Breathing Techniques were difficult to continue.

As Kurozawa approached, Sanemi Shinazugawa's left hand, hidden behind his back, suddenly lifted. A cold glint stabbed straight towards Kurozawa's eye.

While Kurozawa was playing around with his copy, Sanemi Shinazugawa secretly shifted his body and picked up his broken blade, just to try and sneak attack Kurozawa.

But he didn't know that as long as he was within the Fighting Spirit Domain, his every movement couldn't escape Kurozawa's perception.

Kurozawa extended his palm, flicked his finger, and with a clink, sent the broken blade flying again.

He lowered his gaze and looked at Sanemi Shinazugawa's shoulder, which was constantly bleeding, and deeply felt the Demonic Body's craving.

Kurozawa squatted down, reached out and touched some blood, and gently sniffed it from close range.

Instantly, the Demonic Body began to stir restlessly.

The body's cells transmitted a deep craving, wanting Kurozawa to devour Sanemi Shinazugawa.

The Demonic Body's instinct was acting up, but it couldn't shake Kurozawa's will. He wiped the blood from his finger and said to Sanemi Shinazugawa, "Your blood seems different from ordinary people's."

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