LRAB Chapter 73 A Pair of Scarlet Eyes in the Dark
Chapter 73 A Pair of Scarlet Eyes in the Dark
Chapter 73 A Pair of Crimson in the Darkness (5/4)
"You want me dead, so I'll die?"
Su Mu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, leaning against the narrow mountain path, his eyes lowered: "There's no such logic."
The only response to Su Mu was the figure of Hiroshi Furukawa, who silently stepped forward with a knife in hand; no one would reason with a ghost.
There's no reasoning with ghosts.
If there is any logic to it, it is only this: use a Nichirin Blade to sever the demon's neck and end its sinful life. That is the only logical explanation.
Because the cave was narrow and not conducive to cooperation among multiple people, Hiroshi Furukawa, as the leader of the team, stepped forward and placed his foot on the ground first, making a very clear sound.
Su Mu, knife in hand, silently retreated, looking at the group of people, and said in a low voice, "I am different from other ghosts."
No swordsman answered the demon's question. The swordsmen's silence was colder than the blades. Hiroshi Furukawa, sword in hand, approached step by step, his eyes like those of a hawk, almost fixed on the demon.
Su Mu suddenly laughed. From the moment he became a demon, he had no expectations for the Demon Slayer Corps. Now, he had only tried it out, and it seemed that, as he thought, it was meaningless.
"Do you know how your former teammates died?"
He suddenly spoke in a low voice, and the ghost's body bent slightly at that moment. He gripped the knife tightly, lowered his center of gravity, and bent his legs slightly, a very standard sword-drawing posture.
"He kept begging me, saying he didn't want to die, he still wanted to live." He lowered his eyes slightly, his tone calm, but every word was piercing: "But I still killed him with one stab, stabbing him in the chin, through the bone, through the top of his head. He died—so tragically. He said—he was in so much pain, he missed his family, he missed his mother, he missed you teammates—"
He paused slightly, as if recalling that scene.
Originally poised to advance step by step with an expressionless face, Hiroshi Furukawa's expression began to contort. A fire inevitably ignited in his resolute eyes; his composure was ignited by rage, transforming into a raging inferno: "Kill!"
A roar that seemed to tear his chest apart burst forth, as if all his hatred was contained within the blade.
"Breath of Flames. Third Form. All Forms of Flame"
At this moment, Hiroshi Furukawa's movements became extremely fast. His Nichirin Blade, carrying a scorching current, slashed down at the demon like a meteor.
Before the blade even arrived, the scorching heat was already overwhelming, as if it would ignite the air.
Su Mu remained in the stance of drawing his sword. Facing this strike, he made no attempt to dodge. He drew his sword as well, ready to strike, and slashed forward with a fierce air.
"Flying Sword Style: Draw Sword Slash"
An extremely fast slash, so fast that it defies visual perception.
Two figures collided with a roar in the narrow passage, then instantly separated, their blades flashing across each other's necks in the same instant.
Their knives sliced across each other's necks.
The sharp blade sliced through the flesh, and warm blood flowed down the blade.
The two figures shifted almost instantly after the blade struck, with Su Mu kneeling on one knee, a bloody gash on his neck from the cut, blood slowly flowing.
Similarly, Hiroshi Furukawa's figure was also facing away from the demon, kneeling on the ground with his head slightly lowered. A bloodstain appeared on his neck, but no blood was seen flowing.
Both men were wielding knives and aiming for the other's neck, neither of them protecting themselves. They were both disregarding their own survival and fighting to the death, each determined to kill the other with their own blade.
It all comes down to who has the faster knife.
Whoever is faster lives, whoever is slower dies. "The boss wins!"
Facing the ghost kneeling on one knee at close range, watching the blood gushing from its neck, and then seemingly losing the strength to support itself on one knee, the ghost fell forward to the ground, motionless.
The remaining three swordsmen couldn't help but show surprise and joy. Another swordsman, who had lost his Nichirin Blade to look after his dead comrade, also rushed over, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Boss————"
One of the swordsmen called out, his voice filled with worry.
Hiroshi Furukawa seemed to hear a sound and tried to turn his head, but with a "plop" sound, his entire head slid off his neck, and large amounts of scarlet blood gushed out from his neck.
The dimly lit cave was almost entirely blood red.
The next second, grief and rage overwhelmed reason, and two people ran forward almost uncontrollably to check on them.
Just as the two swordsmen passed by the demon lying on the ground, the demon, who had already been killed, suddenly stood up and thrust the Nichirin Blade he had been holding into the back of one of them.
The sharp blade pierced the swordsman's heart as easily as cutting tofu. The other swordsman was shocked. Su Mu had already moved forward, his unsworded hand reaching out to grab the other's neck. Ignoring the other's knife aimed at his abdomen, he clenched his fist tightly.
"Snap!"
The sound was almost like bones shattering.
In the blink of an eye, he killed two people. Su Mu then withdrew the knife that had pierced the heart and lunged at the last swordsman who was still holding a knife, slashing down with his own knife.
The swordsman had already regained his senses, parrying with his sword, his face filled with grief and indignation: "You evil spirit—"
The two swords clashed, sparks flying.
As Su Mu's sword was blocked, his feet landed on the ground at the same moment, and he kicked the swordsman in the abdomen without hesitation.
The sound of something flying and breaking instantly contorted the swordsman's face, and his hand holding the sword faltered.
Su Mu didn't let the opportunity pass. He swept his leg across the swordsman's thigh again, causing the swordsman, who was already struggling to stand due to the attack on his vital spot, to fall to the ground instantly. At the same moment, Su Mu's forward speed remained almost unchanged, and he switched to a backhand blade that instantly sliced across the swordsman's neck.
"Pfft—"
The blade sliced open the swordsman's neck, and the man's writhing pain from having his vital organs shattered came to an abrupt end.
By this time, Su Mu was soaked in blood, his clothes clinging to his body, dripping thick droplets of blood that were indistinguishable as to whether they were his own or someone else's. Although the wound on his neck was no longer gushing blood, it was still seeping out.
Two Nichirin swords were still embedded in his chest.
The last swordsman who lost his Nichirin Blade, who had been tending to his fallen comrade, witnessed everything. Without saying a word, he turned and ran out of the cave, heading towards the sunlight.
Su Mu stroked the hilt of his sword, remaining silent as well, and quickly caught up.
Just as the opponent was about to step out of the cave and head towards the bright place feared by evil spirits, the extremely fast slash had already landed.
A whistling wind filled the air, and before the wind had even arrived, the blade had already fallen, piercing straight through the swordsman's back and tearing open his heart. The swordsman's escape steps were instantly rendered powerless, and he stumbled forward and fell, his fingers reaching futilely towards the sunlight just inches away outside the cave before finally falling limply to the ground.
Su Mu stood in the shadows at the edge of the cave, slowly sheathing his sword. The tip of the sword hung down, and thick blood dripped from the tip onto the ground, staining a small patch of ground blood red.
From clashing swords with Hiroshi Furukawa, to feigning death after being killed, to launching a surprise attack that killed two people, to pursuing and killing one more, to finally piercing the heart of the fleeing swordsman with his last blow, everything happened in a very short time.
He stood inside the cave, unable to go any further, and silently covered his neck with his hand.
The blood was still flowing from his neck, but it was gradually starting to heal. The knife had cut open the skin and flesh of his neck and severed most of his throat bone.
It can be said that most of the neck was completely cut open.
If it were a human, they would have died from that blow long ago.
But for ghosts, as long as their necks are not completely severed, they will not die, and this is one of the most terrifying aspects of evil spirits.
Even so, there was the pain of having one's neck severed, the pain of having one's chest pierced, the pain of having one's arm severed, and the pain of having one's thigh cut off.
How can it not hurt?
But at this moment, he simply gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, standing silently in the dark cave, gazing at the light he feared, looking outside.
The last swordsman remaining in the cave had been staring in the direction of the cave, having just witnessed his last companion being stabbed through the heart.
I also saw a pair of scarlet eyes standing in the darkness.
Scarlet, cold.
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