Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

The wild beast, after being bled, sizzled on the fire, and the fat dripping into the fire burst into bursts of fragrance.

"Hahaha! Lord Yuenmaru, come on, come on!"

"Lord Red Demon, chop down that big guy!"

The rough shouting, the clash of wine jars and the clanging of metal on the training grounds mixed together, revealing a wild and exciting vitality that made people's hearts surge.

The bonfire illuminated the blood-stained yet excited faces, and the scars left on the battlefield had now turned into medals of glory.

Wenwen blinked and suddenly felt her chest getting hot - this was the true appearance of the dog demon clan, the overlords of the Western Kingdom.

There is no pretentious etiquette, no false courtesy, but only the most primitive respect for the strong and the camaraderie of sharing life and death.

She couldn't help but clench her fists, and even her breathing became rapid.

This pure fighting spirit and heroism made her, as a bystander, also feel her blood boiling.

"Wenwen, you are now a high-level monster. What do you think of the battle below?"

General Inu's question left Wenwen speechless for a moment, and the boiling blood suddenly cooled down.

It’s like a student who doesn’t go home after school, runs into his homeroom teacher while wandering on the street, and regrets why he came to Cangya Camp.

She subconsciously clenched her sleeves, her eyes moving back and forth between the two people fighting fiercely.

The sword light of the Red Evil Ghost was like the wind, and the fist wind of the Prison Flame Pill was like fire. The two violent demonic powers tore visible ripples in the air.

"so slow."

This sudden thought scared Wenwen herself.

The duel between the powerful men that she once had to look up to now seemed like a slowed-down shadow play in her eyes.

She could clearly see every angle of the Red Demon's wrist movement, could predict where the Hell Flame Pill would land next, and was even sure that as long as she took action...

The battle can be ended in an instant.

This clear realization made her heart tremble.

But she had to answer General Inu's question, and Wenwen, who felt that she only regretted not having read enough books when she needed them, said with a blushing face.

"The Red Demon's sword moves are very fast, but Yu Yanwan can always predict her attack route..."

Wenwen's voice gradually lowered, and even she felt that this answer was superficial.

Only at this moment did she truly understand the huge gap between powerful strength and true combat wisdom.

It's like a child holding a sharp knife, with the edge but not knowing how to use it.

"Haha, it's okay."

Douya's hearty laughter broke the awkwardness, and he casually stuffed the freshly grilled fish skewers into Wenwen's hand.

Then the big hand rudely messed up Wenwen's carefully groomed hair and pushed the hexagonal hat on her head askew.

Wenwen fumbled to straighten her hat, but a few unruly hairs still stuck up in her crow-like black hair.

At this moment, Inu Taisho suddenly pointed at the three people beside him——

"Don't say you can't tell."

There was a mischievous smile in his voice. "They are the same."

Shun Lei Ya's arm-crossing posture suddenly stiffened a little.

Zi Yan just yawned lazily, and glanced at him with her seductive eyes, "General, exposing people's shortcomings is not a good habit."

"Qitian and Shunleiya are in similar situations to you."

Douya ignored Zi Yan's complaints, finished the grilled fish in a few bites, and casually flicked the bamboo stick into the campfire, causing sparks to explode.

He picked up a lively herring from the wooden barrel at his feet and cleaned it with a flick of the knife.

"When these two were promoted to the Celestial Beings, they knew nothing and only knew how to kill people."

Shun Lei Ya and Qi Tian, ​​who were named, had slightly red tips on their ears.

"The latter."

The Inu general suddenly held out the skewered raw fish and shook it in front of Zi Yan. "You're just too lazy to think. Right, our 'elegant' Elder Zi Yan?"

Zi Yan smiled indifferently.

The evening breeze carried the aroma of grilled fish, mixed with the lingering fighting spirit on the training ground. At this moment, the sky of Cangya Camp seemed particularly bright.

A storm of demonic energy suddenly exploded in the center of the training ground, and the air waves caused the curtains of the platform to rustle.

The sound of fighting teeth pierced the eardrums as clearly as a sharp blade amid the roar.

"Besides, being able to analyze other people's battles isn't important. What's important is—"

A chilling gleam flashed in his eyes, and the fat from the grilled fish sizzled on the charcoal fire. "You must have the strength to dominate the battle! At least..."

Douya pressed down on Wenwen's shoulders, his force heavy yet measured. "You need to be able to distinguish which battles are easy for you and which ones will cost you your life!"

Wenwen was so shocked by the sudden momentum that her whole body trembled and she almost dropped the grilled fish in her hand.

Seeing that Xiaoya Tengu had obviously listened, Douya's expression softened.

His broad palm gently fell on Wenwen's head, but this time the action was particularly gentle, as if he was stroking a baby bird.

"It's a good thing for power to rise quickly, but it's a bad thing if the mind that controls the power can't keep up."

"Keep working hard, Wenwen."

"Ok!"

Wenwen nodded heavily, her hexagonal hat swaying slightly with the movement.

She clenched her fists, and her amber pupils reflected the fierce battle on the training ground, as well as her own future.

Chapter 120: Promoting rice and grudges

Reimu Maruwen bit the fish in small bites, her snow-white teeth tearing open the crispy fish skin, and the tender fish meat wrapped in the aroma of charcoal fire bloomed on the tip of her tongue.

But her attention was no longer on the food - her red eyes gradually lit up, like flames burning in the dark night, reflecting the fierce battle on the training ground.

In the field, the figures of Red Evil Ghost and Yuyanwan intertwined, the demonic power surged between the sword lights and fist shadows, and the air waves rolled.

At this moment, in the eyes of the gifted Wenwen, this battle was no longer chaos.

Her thoughts were like a fog that was suddenly cleared, and her vision suddenly became clear.

Every time the Red Evil Ghost swung his sword, demonic power wrapped around the sword tip like threads, drawing a clear trajectory in the air.

Although Yuyanwan's punch was powerful, it revealed imperceptible flaws every time it was charging.

What Wenwen saw was no longer a collision of brute force, but the flow of demonic power and the grasp of timing.

Even how to achieve the greatest results at the lowest cost.

Even more amazing were those killer moves that once dazzled and made her hard to defend against.

At this moment, she could instinctively judge the degree of danger - which ones were just bluffs, and which ones... were truly deadly.

"I think...I understand."

Wenwen murmured softly, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the bamboo sticks. The touch of the wooden thorns scraping against her fingertips brought her back to her senses.

At this moment, the battle situation on the training ground suddenly changed.

Yuyanwan's fists suddenly ignited with deep red demonic fire, and the flames wrapped around his arms like living things. The ground under his feet began to tremble violently, and gravel floated in the air, as if the entire space was trembling under his power!

"The winner is decided."

Douya's lips curled up into a slight smile, his golden pupils shrank slightly, reflecting the final blow that was about to erupt in the field.

His deep voice rang in Wenwen's ears, carrying an irresistible meaning -

"Look carefully, Wenwen."

"This is the real 'fatal moment'."

"Now, use your instinct to tell yourself—"

"Who wins? Who loses?"

As soon as Douya finished speaking, Wenwen felt her heart tighten, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

The ever-changing battle situation on the field was reflected in her pupils, and every nerve was stretched to the extreme.

At the moment when Yuyanwan's fists, wrapped in demonic fire, slammed down—

"Blast!"

The roar of the red evil ghost shook the surroundings. Under Qi Tian's suddenly nervous gaze, his whole body was filled with determination to fight to the death.

The muscles in her arms were as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, and the sword of her teeth was under the pressure of life and death - every drop of sweat from her past hard training, every pain from swinging the sword, now turned into a brilliant blue light!

The light was like the brightest flame in the deep sea, illuminating the entire training ground in a dark blue.

The demonic energy turbulence compressed to the extreme entangled madly on the sword, tearing the air apart with sharp howls.

Wenwen opened her eyes wide, clearly seeing the demonic powers flowing on the blade like living things, tearing and colliding with each other, forming dozens of micro vortices around the blade.

Each vortex greedily devours everything around it - air, light, and even sound.

The moment Yuyanwan's flaming fist hit, all the whirlpools suddenly resonated!

In an instant, thousands of turbulent streams of demonic energy burst out from the sword edge, but they were not straight attacks, but drew arcs in the air like living things.

"Boom boom boom——!"

When the first turbulent flow hit the Flame Fist, Wenwen understood the terrifying nature of this move—

It was not a head-on confrontation, but using the chaotic flow of demonic power to turn the enemy's power into one's own use!

Each blue turbulence precisely cut into the weakest point of the Flame Fist, prying open the demonic power structure of the Prison Flame Pill like a key opening a lock.

Instead of dissipating, the torn demonic fire was sucked into the blue vortex, causing the power of the explosive flow to increase exponentially!

Yuyanwan's fist armor was not shattered, but was burst from the inside by countless turbulent currents!

"Wenwen, do it!"

Wenwen didn't understand why Douya suddenly growled, but her body reacted before she thought.