The enemy’s Blood Demon Art was powerful, leaving almost no room for evasion.
Even Fang Bo had to let his shikigami take the hit. However, this attack was relatively easy for a reincarnator specializing in agility.
With a flip and a slide, the man deftly dodged the attack, then flicked his wrist, launching a shuriken that flew faster than a bullet from the Dragoon.
Rui had no time to dodge, and blood splattered from his neck once again.
Despite the man’s impressive performance, it wasn’t the shuriken throw that caught Fang Bo’s attention but rather the scarlet hue in his eyes.
“That’s…” he recognized the ability.
Within the scarlet pupils, two black tomoe spun continuously. This reincarnation possessed the Sharingan.
“No wonder he can see through the Blood Demon Art’s weaknesses.” Fang Bo freed his shikigami and decided to watch the man’s next moves.
The Sharingan granted exceptional dynamic vision, allowing the user to observe the energy flow and predict the enemy’s next move.
Simply put, it was like seeing actions in slow motion, giving more time to devise countermeasures.
“He can’t handle it alone,” the earnest Ali freed the puppet and ran to assist.
Seeing this, Fang Bo sighed and sent his headless puppet forward.
He hadn’t intervened earlier because he wanted to observe the reincarnator’s fighting style. It wasn’t out of malice, just a habitual test. However, Ali didn’t see it that way.
When the headless puppet reached the front lines, the two were already engaged in an intense battle with Rui.
As Ali had described, Rui’s thread control made it impossible for anyone to get close. He filled the area with threads from over ten meters away.
To advance, they had to clear away the threads slowly.
Fang Bo noticed that the headless puppet was much slower at clearing the threads than the two melee fighters.
At first, he thought it was due to a difference in attributes. After a while, he realized it was because his own “technique” as the controller was not proficient enough.
Fang Bo needed to gain close combat skills; he had only recently learned level one basic melee combat.
To put it bluntly, without considering attributes and psychological factors, he might be unable to outfight a common thug.
With such crude skills, how could the headless puppet display its full combat potential?
To change this, Fang Bo needed to improve his basic skills. Raising basic melee combat to level five or six should suffice.
By then, he could fully utilize the headless puppet’s combat capabilities.
“Being a puppet master isn’t easy.”
He maneuvered the puppet’s arm blades, helping the other two block attacks while leaving the main offensive tasks to them.
“Hey,” the man with the Sharingan called out while dodging the threads, “Can you use that skill again?”
“Uh, no problem.”
“Good, I’ll create an opportunity for you.”
With that, the man charged forward recklessly, letting the sharp threads cut deep into his body.
When something seems abnormal, there’s usually a reason. He was aiming for something specific.
If Fang Bo were in Rui’s position, he would never allow an enemy to get close. Yet, Rui remained calm and collected.
“Futile struggle.” Rui’s face was full of scorn.
He might lack solid offensive skills, but the enemies were helpless against him, too.
Rui could drag this out with limitless stamina, but these humans would soon be exhausted.
This was the difference between species. To him, humans were a weak race destined for extinction, and only Lord Muzan deserved to rule the world.
Watching the man struggle to get close, Rui coldly observed, murmuring, “Since you want to die, I’ll be the first to grant your wish.”
Unintentionally, their eyes met, and the ominous glow made Rui frown.
In the next second, everything around him changed.
Dressed in a white suit, Muzan Kibutsuji appeared out of nowhere, his gaze full of disappointment.
“Rui, you’ve disappointed me.”
The once-arrogant Lower Moon immediately knelt, his body trembling as he prostrated.
“Lord Muzan, please listen to my explanation…”
Just as he was about to speak, Rui realized something was wrong.
Muzan’s presence lacked that familiar aura.
As the Demon King, Muzan had the power of life and death over the Twelve Kizuki, capable of erasing them with a mere thought.
Every time Rui saw him, he felt a deep, intrinsic fear. But this time was different.
Reflecting on the recent events, Rui finally realized he must have been under some kind of mental attack.
“Outrageous!”
He was furious.
To the Twelve Kizuki, Muzan was akin to a god to Christians—sacred and inviolable.
The enemy’s actions were a desecration of his faith. If he didn’t kill these humans today, he’d never face Muzan again.
“You’re all going to die here.”
Blood Demon Art: Rotating Web of Destruction!
Red blood soaked into the threads, creating the most brutal attack. Rui wove them into a swirling cocoon and launched it forward.
To hell with illusions, I’ll break them!
As Rui exerted his power, the Sharingan’s illusion vanished.
However, he underestimated the power of those eyes.
Despite breaking the illusion, he failed to cast his Blood Demon Art. Instead, a gap appeared in his previously impenetrable thread defense.
The disgusting guy holding two coins aimed at him.
“Die quietly!”
As the two coins separated from their fused state, their conflicting energies burst into a brilliant light, blowing a bloody hole in Rui’s neck.
Despite the severe injury, Lower Moon Five was still alive.
At the critical moment, a tiny energy-formed spider pierced the defense, hitting Rui’s chest.
Chaotic energy surged into his mind, preventing him from controlling his body.
Seeing the enemy in a vulnerable state, the Sharingan user pulled out a black and a blue shuriken.
He first threw the black one, which arced around the defensive threads.
Then he threw the blue shuriken, which collided with the first, altering its course to hit Rui’s neck.
Boom!
The massive explosion was too much for the weakened Rui, and his head separated from his body.
[You have met the achievement conditions and earned the title “Demon Slayer.”]
Demon Slayer: Deals 10% additional damage to demons.
It’s a lovely title effect; Fang Bo equipped it without hesitation.
This battle seemed difficult, but Fang Bo hadn’t participated much. Only his Bite of the Heart and Bone skill helped the team slightly.
It proved that Ali and the Sharingan user could kill Lower Moon Five even without his intervention, though it might take longer.
Carefully observing, Fang Bo assessed their relative strengths.
The three of them had combat power roughly equivalent to Lower Moon Five. While he hadn’t used all his skills, had the other two?
The answer was no. The unnamed guy and Ali would only show some of their cards.
Considering this, Fang Bo realized his teammates were strong. Three Lower Moon-level fighters together could likely contend with an average Pillar.
This refers to ordinary Pillars, not the current Nine Pillars filled with extraordinary talents who could only be challenged by Upper Moons.
He referred to those killed by Daki and Gyutaro as ordinary pillars.
If every era had Hashira like Muichiro, Gyomei, and Sanemi, no Upper Moon would have survived for a hundred years.
How many ordinary Pillars would it take to match the current Nine Pillars?
Compared with the lowest-ranked Sound Pillar, Fang Bo thought it would take at least three ordinary Pillars to contend with Tengen Uzui.
This meant that reincarnators of their strength would need at least nine people to fight the Sound Pillar.
Of course, combat isn’t just a numbers game. If nine reincarnators cooperated perfectly, their combined power would exceed the sum of their strengths.
However, in terms of single combat power, they were still far from the Nine Pillars.
“In essence, we’re not yet at the stage to face Upper Moons or the Nine Pillars.”
Despite this, Fang Bo wasn’t ready to give up. Lacking the raw power didn’t mean they couldn’t cause trouble.
In basic terms, Upper Moons were scarier than the Nine Pillars, but the gap wasn’t enormous.
Though the process would be difficult, they might still kill an Upper Moon if the opportunity was right.
Current consumption progress: 3.22%
Watching the Lower Moon being devoured by the giant spider head, Fang Bo smiled and explained, “My shikigami needs Demon King blood.”
One sentence made his needs clear.
The ninja understood and waved it off, indicating it wasn’t a problem.
The real issue now was how to distribute the chest.
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