Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Comics to American Comics, a Powerful Attack

"Don't go near him, you'll die!"

The demon of Fujikashiyama fled in all directions, unmoved even when it encountered other swordsmen participating in the trial along the way, only caring about running for its life.

The young swordsmen, also participants in the trial, were stunned as they watched the demon flee in disarray...

"Help! Don't come any closer!"

"Why are you always chasing after me? I just looked at your knife, is it really that big of a deal?"

As Makomo fled frantically ahead, tears welled up in her eyes from Chu Yang's fright. She couldn't understand why the swordsman was chasing her instead of killing demons.

"I'm saving your life!" Chu Yang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged, but his expression became even more "kind and amiable".

As a straight man, Chu Yang always speaks his mind and never makes insinuations.

"Are you kidding me?! To me, you are the greatest danger, okay?" Makomo didn't believe Chu Yang's words at all. He was covered in blood and holding a large machete. Who would believe him?

The chase continued, with hordes of ghosts, drawn by the pursuit, launching attacks.

Unable to catch up with Zhen Gu, they could only target Chu Yang.

Makomo plunged headlong into the deeper jungle.

This time, Chu Yang lost track of the other party completely.

However, no one expected that this time, when they failed to catch up, Makomo would run into the Hand Demon!

It had just eaten a swordsman who was participating in the trial, and after digesting the appetizer, its appetite was greatly increased!

The demon gazed greedily at Makomo; cute, pretty, with smooth, supple skin—a little girl like that would taste absolutely delicious.

The two looked at each other at the same time the moment they met.

Makomo sensed the power of her opponent, and her expression became extremely solemn, but she was confident that she could kill this terrifying demon.

"Hehe..." The hand ghost chuckled softly, its expression growing increasingly ferocious as it imagined the girl's struggle before her death.

The gears of fate are slowly turning...

Meanwhile, Chu Yang, who had attracted a huge wave of hatred, was carrying out an unusual massacre.

The anger of being seen as a pervert found a suitable outlet.

Chu Yang, wielding his sword wildly, didn't even need to use any sword skills; he could grind the ghosts in his line of sight like a meat grinder.

The enormous, exaggeratedly large broadsword was even more terrifying than the Grim Reaper's scythe in the eyes of these ghosts. They witnessed their companions being beheaded first and then crushed into mincemeat.

violent!

terror!

In terms of cruelty... no ghost can compare to this burly young man!

The ghosts were terrified, and the young swordsmen who participated in the final selection were also trembling.

Under the moonlight, Chu Yang stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his body covered in blood!

Bathed in moonlight, it looked like a blood-red monster!

He's scarier than a ghost!!!

Chapter 61 Slaying the Killer Ghost

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Some of the teenagers couldn't withstand the intense scene and completely broke down, letting out a hysterical scream before running frantically down the mountain.

Those with slightly stronger willpower were also vomiting profusely until they were completely limp, barely able to support themselves by pressing their backs against the tree trunk.

Most of them had no experience fighting ghosts, so their reactions to bloody scenes were actually similar to those of ordinary people.

This is why a large number of new recruits die at Fujikasake Mountain every year.

Besides lacking strength, a lack of mental fortitude is also a fatal weakness.

This year's final selection was much more brutal than in previous years.

In the past, it was always the humans who were bleeding, but this year, most of the demons in Fujikasane Mountain have died under Chu Yang's blade.

No ghosts dared to linger in the shadows and spy on Chu Yang anymore. They vaguely sensed that Chu Yang could still occasionally glance at their location during the lulls in the battle.

"I wonder where that little girl has run off to." Chu Yang let out a long breath, feeling somewhat tired. Although none of those ghosts were a match for him, fighting ghosts for so long was still tiring.

"Forget it, if we can save her, it's fate; if we can't, then it's her destiny." Chu Yang slung his sword back over his shoulder, glanced back at the group of young swordsmen who were too frightened to stand, and turned to leave.

He felt that even if these people managed to leave Fujikasane Mountain alive, many of them would likely choose to give up and abandon the idea of ​​joining the Demon Slayer Corps.

It's been almost six hours since it got dark, and it will be light in another hour or two at most.

Chu Yang's killing intent and bloodlust were so intense they seemed to reach the heavens, and no demons or monsters dared to approach him.

Just as Chu Yang was about to give up searching for Zhen Gu, his nose suddenly smelled an extremely strong stench, even worse than the boy ghost he had encountered at the temple that day.

Hand ghost!

Chu Yang's intuition told him that this was the scent of the Hand Ghost, so he immediately headed towards the source of the scent.

The further Chu Yang went, the more he saw broken tree trunks and cracked woodland. Clearly, this was a battlefield, and the two sides seemed to be moving deeper into the area.

Chu Yang continued walking forward...

"I have eaten a total of 12 Linlong disciples. Little fox, you are about to become the 13th. It has only been a year since I ate that brat last time."

"Hee hee hee……"

The Hand Demon continued to laugh triumphantly, then provoked Makomo with his words, "You really like wearing those masks to your deaths, otherwise I might not have discovered your identities."

"To you, that's a mask that can avert calamity? Hahaha, what's the difference between that and Linlong killing you with his own hands? How ironic!"

Makomo was trembling all over. Every word Teki said was like a sharp thorn, piercing her heart. Especially after hearing the whole story of Sabito's death from him, her mentality gradually collapsed.

"Shut up! That's not what you're saying! Mr. Linlong gave us the disaster-averting masks so that we could return home safely!"

"I will never allow you to insult Mr. Linlong like this!"

Makomo's eyes welled up with tears, and then she let out a roar!

Because she lost her mind, her breathing became erratic!

Originally known for her agility, her speed gradually slowed down, causing the situation that had been in her favor to be reversed in an instant.

Makomo's mind was in turmoil, and her movements became terribly distorted.

The cunning ghost seized the opportunity and launched a fatal attack on the bewildered girl.

The arms that covered the head all burst out and shot towards Makomo. Each of its arms possessed immense power, which is why it was called the Hand Demon.

Makomo was a step too slow in realizing what was happening.

She tried to escape the encirclement of arms, but her feet were still held by the ghostly hands.

"Hahaha!!!"

"I said I would kill all of Linlong's disciples, and you are no exception!"

With a slight increase in force, the excited demon immediately unleashed a chilling scream from Makomo's mouth. Her legs felt as if they were being clamped by a pair of vises, about to be torn off.

"Go to hell, kid!"

As soon as the ghost finished speaking, he heard a whooshing sound, as if something heavy was flying towards him at high speed.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the Hand Ghost was immediately horrified.

The next second, an exaggeratedly large horse-slaying sword flew past it, spraying blood everywhere.

The arms that were binding Makomo were severed simultaneously in an instant!

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The indescribable pain caused the hand demon to instantly go berserk. It looked around and roared angrily:

"Who is it? Which damned bastard is it?!"

"That's really scary." Chu Yang leaped from the shadows and landed next to the horse-slaying sword, kicking away the arm on the ground in the process.

He picked up the horse-slaying sword and slung it over his shoulder, laughing, "You look rather creepy. Let me teach you a lesson so you won't look so ugly."

After mocking the Hand Demon, Chu Yang glanced at Makomo lying on the ground. The girl was unconscious, but her face unconsciously showed a pained expression, obviously because the Hand Demon had injured her when it grabbed her.

Chu Yang sighed, "I arrived a step too late, but thankfully, I'm safe and sound."

"Stop talking big, you two are going to die!" In just a short while, the Hand Demon's severed arm had mostly recovered, and it roared as it charged toward Chu Yang, its massive body resembling a tank.

dong dong dong~~~

The earth is shaking.

Chu Yang gripped the saber tightly with both hands, his blood boiling with each breath.

As the energy flowed throughout his body, streams of white vapor emerged from his mouth and nose.

He stomped his feet hard, cracking the ground beneath his feet, and shot out like a cannonball, colliding head-on with the ghost's shoulder.

The once menacing Hand Ghost was knocked off balance by the impact and couldn't even stand up. It fell backward, its body riddled with openings.