Having been concealed like this, he now erupted with the force of thunder. Kurozawa's explosive attack reached Gyutaro's back in an instant. He didn't draw his Nichirin Blade; instead, he simply extended his large hand, pressing it towards Gyutaro's forehead.
This was a move Kurozawa was fond of: Strong Hand Skull Crush! At the same time, a flash of Pitch-Black Aura appeared and vanished from Kurozawa's palm.
Gyutaro's perception was very sharp. He sensed a very dangerous aura from Kurozawa's hand, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily. In an instant, Gyutaro realized he absolutely couldn't let Kurozawa hit a vital spot. Perhaps he had fragments of a Nichirin Blade hidden in his hand, and the hand attack was just to mislead him.
I didn't sense this person's presence just now. Could it be Akaza's Fighting Spirit control? The thought flashed through his mind, and Gyutaro calmed himself down.
He couldn't spare any attention for Kanae above him. He made a move that Kurozawa hadn't anticipated.
Gyutaro twisted his head violently, with such force that an unbearable cracking sound of fractured bones came from his spine.
Immediately after, as Kurozawa's palm was about to grasp Gyutaro's head, he could see Gyutaro's neck twisting and turning like a pretzel. The taut flesh suddenly burst open, and accumulated blood shot outwards from it.
Swoosh! Gyutaro seemed to have voluntarily moved the blood within his body towards his twisted neck. The large gush of blood spurting from it surged like a blood spring. The air was instantly filled with a crimson color and a strange, foul stench.
The blood spring that shot straight up also splashed many blood droplets outwards. They landed on the ground, quickly emitting white smoke and making a corrosive sizzling sound.
It's poisonous!
Gyutaro's blood contained some kind of toxin. Even without seeing its effect on the surroundings, Kurozawa had judged this through his Fighting Spirit.
As expected of an Upper Moon, he could quickly think of a countermeasure against Kurozawa's long-prepared thunderous strike. This guy was using self-mutilation to release highly toxic blood, forcing Kurozawa to give up his attack.
Because for most frail humans, facing such an attack head-on would undoubtedly be a death sentence, even for a Pillar.
However, Gyutaro miscalculated.
Facing the crimson blood rain that rushed towards him, Kurozawa smiled ruthlessly, stomping his foot hard. Large patches of wooden debris flew up, meeting Gyutaro's blood and creating white smoke, forming a dense barrier of smoke that blocked Kanae's view from above.
In an instant, a faint Pitch-Black Aura covered Kurozawa's vital points. He didn't change his movement, pressing one hand onto Gyutaro's ugly face, which had twisted an unknown number of times and was now facing Kurozawa's back.
*Rumble...* In the blink of an eye, Gyutaro was like a steel train hitting him head-on, pushed backward all the way.
Each step of Kurozawa's rough action destroyed the floor. The floor fragments, along with the walls and furniture he smashed along the way, were mixed with Gyutaro's blood, continuing to form large patches of dust.
Kanae landed on the ground, looking in Kurozawa's direction. Her vision was completely white, and at the same time, she felt a slight stinging sensation on her skin. Her physique was weaker, affected by Gyutaro's highly toxic blood, but since she wasn't directly splashed by the blood, the impact was minimal and wouldn't reduce her combat power in a short time.
Turning her head, she saw that Daki's head and body had disappeared at some point.
Kanae thought Daki had died after being beheaded and didn't pay attention, her gaze following the empty marks on the ground.
Kyogoku House began to shake due to the intense battle. Sounds like explosions came one after another. From the outside, one could see walls occasionally bursting open on the fourth floor, with smoke and dust rising everywhere.
Inside Kyogoku House, however, the Courtesans and guests could see the constantly colliding figures on the fourth floor more clearly, as well as the continuously exploding fourth-floor floor. In their panic, they all started to flee outwards.
Seeing such a scene, the crowd outside began to stir, thinking there was an explosion inside Kyogoku House, and they all moved away from it.
In the outermost room on the fourth floor of Kyogoku House, the wall burst open, and two figures left Kyogoku House, appearing dozens of meters in mid-air.
As they fell, Kurozawa's hand was like iron pincers, firmly gripping Gyutaro's head. At the same time, the Pitch-Black Aura blazed fiercely, the Power of Despair burning Gyutaro's vitality.
"What is this thing?!"
As an Upper Moon, Gyutaro had a strong tolerance for pain, and the various negative emotions brought by the Power of Despair also failed to shake his mind.
Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Sickle! His originally twisted neck had regenerated and healed. Gyutaro's body regained complete mobility. With a flick of his wrists, two strangely shaped sickles simultaneously slashed towards Kurozawa's chest and abdomen. At the same time, tiny blood-colored sickles appeared on the blades, moving like sawteeth.
Unlike the previous large area of highly toxic blood, which had its power dispersed, Kurozawa knew from the level of Fighting Spirit that he could defend against it with the Pitch-Black Aura. At this moment, the Blood Demon Art that appeared directly in Gyutaro's hands was highly concentrated, and the Pitch-Black Aura couldn't block it.
Kurozawa's physique had an advantage against Gyutaro, but there was still no overwhelming gap. At this time, facing Gyutaro's Blood Demon Art attack, he didn't dare to take it head-on and had to let go.
Letting go, lifting his foot, Kurozawa dodged Gyutaro's attack, then stomped heavily on his chest. With a crack, Gyutaro's chest immediately caved in. Kurozawa felt like he had stepped on his heart.
At this point, the two of them happened to fall to the ground together.
*Bang!* The ground shook violently. The hard stone ground under Gyutaro exploded, forming a considerable pit, and cracks spread outwards.
Looking down, Kurozawa's heavy stomp had pierced through Gyutaro's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground like a thick nail.
Because there was foreign matter in his body, his body was difficult to regenerate. Coupled with the large amount of blood lost from his previous self-mutilation, Gyutaro felt a little dizzy.
In a daze, amidst the swirling dust, he saw a pitch-black Nichirin Blade appearing inch by inch from Kurozawa's hand. From nothing to something, it materialized out of thin air in a few breaths.
Kurozawa raised the Blade of Despair. Without any hesitation, the blade slashed towards Gyutaro's neck. Wherever the blade passed, the air was cut open, as if a perfectly straight line had appeared.
Surface Slash! In this series of attacks, Gyutaro truly felt death approaching this time.
The cold gleaming blade magnified in his eyes. He suddenly jolted, opening his mouth and spitting a powerful, foul-smelling blood arrow towards Kurozawa's eyes.
Kurozawa frowned and had to turn his head to avoid it.
Seizing this opportunity, Gyutaro raised his right hand. Instead of blocking Kurozawa's blade, he twisted his hand and cut off his own neck.
*Crack!* Kurozawa's blade struck the ground, failing to land on its target.
His reaction is really fast.
Admiring inwardly, Kurozawa twisted his wrist, and the Blade of Despair slashed upwards, intending to split Gyutaro's head in half.
Hiss... The Blade of Despair cut through his flesh and blood, already reaching the position of Gyutaro's upper jaw.
However, at this moment, Gyutaro grabbed his head again, pulled it out of the Blade of Despair, and threw it violently into the distance, where it landed in the shadow of a certain tree.
His left hand was raised, still gripping Kurozawa's calf tightly.
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