Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 143 Immovable Spiral
The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, seemingly ordinary, yet it was like rain seeping into parched earth, piercing through the gaps in the helmet and striking the demon warrior's eye socket.

The silver weapon touched and then moved away. The tall warrior with two horns on his head collapsed like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar falling. His broken body spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into wisps of gray smoke that rose up.

Yu Jian took a deep breath, inhaling the gray mist into his nostrils, and at the same time sheathed his sword.

Feeling his spiritual power increase slightly brought him a sense of joy.

At this moment, there was no other living creature standing around the boy. Perhaps due to his improved swordsmanship, he was exceptionally efficient at clearing the map tonight.

The price was that the sword in his hand had begun to chip.

Ah, this is a Shinsengumi standard-issue weapon 'picked up' from the Oni Samurai, much more durable than the rusty, broken swords wielded by the Madman Ronin.

Moreover, with Yujian's swordsmanship level, he could minimize weapon wear even if he made a move with his eyes closed.

Even so, the sword was still chipped, which only shows that it was too bloodthirsty today. What a sin!

Since he couldn't find a better weapon for the time being, Yu Jian took all the weapons he had 'picked up' along the way with him. At this moment, he had two swords at his waist and another on his back, looking just like a fully armed Gangdamu.

I didn't immediately challenge the veiled swordsman. He was undoubtedly a very good swordsmanship instructor. I couldn't let him go easily before I had exhausted all the techniques he had mastered.

So, bypassing the Shieikan dojo where the veiled swordsmen were stationed, Mitsurugi began exploring the surrounding blocks.

These places are all located in the outskirts of the ruined capital. The monsters are mainly a few Oni Samurai and Mad City Ronin. He is familiar with both of them. He can guess the next move of most of them with his eyes closed. He has a kind of ease and skill that comes with practice.

Like sweeping away dust and trash, all the monsters encountered along the way were slain by sword. The gains were unremarkable; apart from restoring spiritual power, there were no significant improvements in other aspects.

Incidentally, after starting cultivation, the overall improvement that absorbing the gray mist brought to sword control also included spiritual power. Although it was negligible, the upper limit of cultivation was increased.

Now, Qingtu is even more motivated.

Yu Jian couldn't help but hum a tune from his memory that would make the bank uneasy. Without stopping, he walked through the alley and onto the main road.

To avoid potentially powerful enemies, he usually deliberately avoided the main path when exploring. Now that he had cleared out most of the mobs, it was time to explore this area.

The benefits from grunts are decreasing, and the combat skills acquired are also lackluster.

Unexpectedly, there was no large group of monsters gathering on the main road; instead, a tall figure stood alone in the middle of the street.

The other person wore a withered yellow bamboo hat and a nearly black, narrow-sleeved monk's robe. He fiddled with prayer beads in one hand and thrust a wildly shaped cross-shaped spear straight into the ground with the other.

"Wow." Yu Jian exclaimed softly, finally encountering something new.

Looking at the large spear, he couldn't help but smile with interest.

The last time I encountered a gun-wielding enemy in the Dream of Asura was that three-armed, heavily armored demon that had kept me stuck for a long time, firmly blocking the bridgehead.

Later, relying on the power of cutting iron and the ultimate technique of the Manifestation Style - Cloud Radiance, he used his sword to avoid the attack of the long-handled weapon at the critical moment, and then used his sword to forcefully break through the helmet and chainmail, splitting the monster in two.

Looking back now, the opponent's martial arts skills were unremarkable. Apart from being physically stronger than me at the time and wearing chainmail that was impervious to swords and blades, there was nothing particularly outstanding about him.

So, how much strength does this monk possess?

With this in mind, he slowly stepped onto the unfamiliar road while riding his sword.

The other party looked no different from an ordinary person, and did not have the exaggerated physique of a demon warrior. However, he was much stronger than the Madman Ronin, and he looked like a broken monk who drank and ate meat.

"Illuminating the emptiness of the five aggregates, thus transcending all suffering..."

A continuous chanting of sutras came from ahead. Yu Jian listened intently for a moment and made out the general content.

It's the Heart Sutra...

The young swordsman nodded slightly, not immediately engaging in combat, but instead circling the monk twice.

Viewed from the side, a face covered in tattered cloth was visible beneath the straw hat. The cloth strips were inscribed with Buddhist scriptures in red ink and writhed as the monks chanted the sutras, creating an eerie scene.

He took a step forward on his sword, and the chanting stopped abruptly the instant the two were close together.

"Purify the six senses!" The monk's voice was extremely hoarse, yet it contained intense indignation.

The gun pierced through the air with such speed that its trajectory was impossible to discern, and its force was so great that it stirred up dust from the ground, which swirled around the gun, creating a spiral of air as tall as a person.

Yu Jian's eyes widened, and golden halos lit up around his pupils, like a soaring eagle hunting the sky.

He then clearly saw the trajectory of the gun.

Straightforward, yet with no turning back.

The sheer force of the attack was astonishing. Despite having only one spear, it seemed as if a thousand spears were thrusting out simultaneously, radiating an incredibly strong presence and completely dominating the field of vision ahead.

With his left hand resting on his elbow and his other hand supporting his chin, Yu Jian appeared completely unguarded, allowing the spear to point at his vital chest.

But the next second, the thrusting cross-shaped spear only passed through the air.

"You're full of energy, monk."

The young swordsman's voice came from above, and he leaped high into the air at the last possible moment.

This would be a bad choice in combat, because there are no points of leverage in the air, and someone who cannot change their path of movement will only become a target for the opponent.

However, an excessively strong physique combined with extraordinary swordsmanship can forcefully turn a mistake into a surprise attack.

With a single swing of the sword, as fast as lightning, it struck the spear shaft even though it was struck later than the spear itself.

"what?"

Yu Jian looked surprised. Just as the weapons clashed, he felt a rotating and vibrating force in his hand, which actually deflected the angle of the blade and prevented him from cutting the spear shaft immediately.

The monk wearing a straw hat let out a low growl like a wild beast, and thrust out his cross-shaped spear once more.

In mid-air, Yu Jian calmly gripped the sword with one hand and placed the other hand on a third of the distance from the tip of the sword, accurately blocking the spear with the narrow blade less than three centimeters wide!

Ding--

A metallic clang rang out, and the sword propelled them gracefully backward.

He shook his hands, inwardly marveling at the monk's strength.

Aside from strength, the opponent's martial arts skills were also not to be underestimated, even giving Yu Jian a sense of excitement like seeing a predator.

Spiraling and vibrating, the cross-shaped spear, which looked as steady as a rock, could unleash a strange force the moment it made contact.

Eagle Eye swept across the area, and Yu Jian immediately revealed a knowing expression.

The cross-shaped spear appeared to be stationary in one place, but in reality, it was constantly making circles with extremely small movements.

If an ordinary person were to wield a gun, they would typically use the long shaft to create large, elaborate spear flourishes to confuse their opponent before delivering a fatal blow. But the monk in front of me, wearing a withered yellow straw hat, made the spearhead continuously circle within a narrow area that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

However, he was not a weakling who couldn't even shake the gun; on the contrary, he possessed immense strength. In other words, the enormous force that was enough to wield the heavy cross-shaped spear was compressed entirely into a space less than a finger's width wide.

No wonder...

Yu Jian laughed, switched to holding the sword with both hands, and assumed the starting stance of the Natural Rishin-ryu - Hira-Seimei.

The whistling wind swept through the long street.

It was supposed to be a match between two melee weapons, but it had the tension and excitement of a sniper duel at the middle gate.

Okay, the actual situation might not be so tense and exciting.

Yu Jian's heartbeat remained steady and strong, without any change, while the smile on his lips became more and more obvious as time went by.

He had an inspiration.

(End of this chapter)