The Warrior of Love

bang——

Without any warning, a huge hole was punched in the wall of the clinic by the powerful impact force, which attacked everyone inside like a cannonball.

"Nezuko!"

"Lord Jushi!"

The boys' physical instinct prompted them to protect their loved ones under them at the first possible moment, while Jiang Liu instantly stood up from his sitting position and dodged the ferocious "cannonball".

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The black shadows kept bouncing around the room, destroying the walls, easily piercing and demolishing the house, like a sudden storm.

The electric light had long been broken, and the room was extremely dark. The only light was the moonlight shining through the hole.

Jiang Liu dodged calmly. Relying on his perception field, he was able to capture high-speed moving objects in the dark, and could "see" that it was a flying prop similar to a sphere.

If this goes on, the house will collapse - Jiang Liu took a look at the wall that was already riddled with holes and shouted loudly.

"Everyone get down!"

However, he didn't need to say it, everyone had already laid down to avoid the impact of the ball.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, and the blood in his body began to boil instantly. The beating of his heart became stronger, and the silver-gray blood-patterned Sun Wheel Sword appeared in his hand.

In the darkness, several red rays flashed, crisscrossing along the tattered walls, as if cutting off the moonlight.

"Mindless Flow!"

Both wood and glass were cut off equally. The continuous and intersecting red light left sword marks on the broken wall, and half of the wall collapsed in the next second.

However, the miraculous thing is that such vigorous sword moves did not damage the load-bearing beams, and the crumbling house was still able to maintain its position without collapsing.

"go out!"

Jiang Liu bent down and picked up the Zaomen siblings, then rushed out of the room, one in each hand, and came to the spacious courtyard outside.

Sure enough, there was already a strange figure waiting here. It seemed that they were the enemy who launched the attack.

Yushiro followed closely behind and ran out with Tamayo. They both had the physique of demons, and although Yushiro suffered some injuries, his life was not in danger.

He hurriedly glanced at the two of them, and only felt relieved after confirming that there was no problem. But before he could stand firmly on his feet, the sound of the wind came from behind him.

Even without looking back, Jiang Liu knew what it was: a "cannonball" coming at him at high speed.

If before, the enemy could only control the "cannonballs" to fire randomly because of the obstruction of vision indoors, now they can definitely lock on to the target and pursue it freely.

Carrying the weight of two people, Jiang Liu found it difficult to dodge, let alone fight back. He threw Tanjiro aside without hesitation.

"Ahem?!"

Ignoring the boy's surprised shouts, Jiang Liu took Nezuko into his left arm, turned around and swung a knife.

Type 1 o Yuduyun!

With a flash of silver light, the sharp Sun Blade hit the cannonball that had almost turned into an afterimage, and hit it away like a baseball.

Chapter 42: Handball Ghost

Knock away?

"Didn't you cut it open?"

Jiang Liu's pupils shrank slightly and his expression became stern.

With his wrist strength and the sharpness of the Sun Blade, he should be able to cut through hard rocks with ease, let alone handballs.

That's right, at the moment of close contact just now, with the help of the thin moonlight and keen spiritual perception, Jiang Liu had already seen the full picture of the "cannonball", and its essence was exactly a handball, a children's toy popular among the Japanese people.

"Could it be that..." Jiang Liu had a guess in his mind, "That handball itself is a blood ghost technique? What a strange way of attacking."

However, just throwing the handball has the power to break the wall, so the opponent's strength should not be underestimated.

"Oh? Was my attack dodged?"

With a flick of her hand, the ball flew towards her automatically and was caught. The short-haired girl demon smiled with interest, as if she were a wild animal.

"You don't even have any injuries on your body. You're pretty amazing, human."

While putting Nezuko down, Jiang Liu looked at the enemy who came with ill intentions, narrowing his eyes as if he was looking at something.

"Freely create handballs and throw them? A flying item that can turn, isn't that too much of a cheat?"

"Are you scared? If you give in, it would be too boring. Come on, more, more - play with me!"

The short-haired girl wore an ordinary kimono. On the surface, there was nothing special about it, but from the forearms exposed through the sleeves, the muscle lines were very clear without looking rough.

It can't be compared with the strongmen in Europe and the United States, but in Japan at that time, it was quite rare to have a woman with such a fit physique.

And when she threw the handball, her posture was quite heroic.

boom!

It was clearly just a children's toy, but it brought out a fierce sound like a steel cannonball.

This is an attack that can penetrate buildings, so you can't take it head-on!

Jiang Liu dodged nimbly. In this open area, it became easier to avoid attacks.

But at the same time Jiang Liu was taking action, the flying handball actually violated the laws of physics and turned directly in mid-air without any obstacles and caught up with him!

"Oh!"

The moment it approached Jiang Liu, the handball disappeared, but it brought with it air turbulence like a small bomb, which shredded half of Jiang Liu's sleeves.

"Tsk!"

Jiang Liu's eyes turned cold. If he hadn't pulled away in time, he would have lost more than just his sleeve.

"No no no!"

Before he could even lash out, Nezuko became angry, jumped up with all her might, stretched out her strong white thighs and kicked high, and actually did a beautiful overhead kick at the handball in mid-air!

The handball flew back with even greater speed. The stunned evil ghost subconsciously reached out to catch it, but was nearly knocked away. His feet rubbed against the ground and he was pulled back two meters before he stopped.

What's the matter with this strength——the evil ghost in the appearance of a girl gritted his teeth secretly.

After she stood firm, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's actually a ghost? Humans and ghosts are together, what's wrong with you?"

She was referring not only to Nezuko, but also Yushiro and Tamayo who were hiding nearby.

There are five people in total, two people and three ghosts... This combination is indeed quite strange.

"Don't you know?" Jiang Liu smiled calmly, holding the Sun Blade in his right hand, but with his left hand behind his back, he was quietly making some gestures.

Tanjiro, who was thrown out by him, saw Jiang Liu's gesture, his expression was stunned and then became serious.

"I understand. Leave it to me, Jiang Liujun!"

Jiang Liu said to the handball ghost sarcastically: "There are ghosts in this world that are different from you guys. Didn't Muzan tell you?"

"What did you say?"

I don’t know what irritated the other party with this sentence. Jiang Liu just wanted to attract her attention, but the effect seemed surprisingly good.

"I am the Twelve Demon Moons, a direct subordinate of that master! I am trusted by him so much that nothing can be hidden from him. Stop talking nonsense!"

The handball ghost suddenly straightened up, and the loose kimono was instantly taken off and hung around the waist, revealing the upper body wrapped in a black corset and well-defined abdominal muscles. His agility was no less than that of a professional athlete.

The ball in her hand had become two at some point, and she used both arms to attack in a more wild manner.

What followed was a continuous bombardment of handballs. Apart from the impact force itself, even a slight touch would cause damage as if one was cut by a sharp blade. If hit head-on, a mortal like Jiang Liu would definitely lose his combat effectiveness.

However, for a swordsman of Jiang Liu's level, he would not be afraid of this type of attack once he was prepared. In terms of small-scale dodging and short-term bursts of power, he who mastered the breathing technique was stronger than the ghost opposite him!

In fact, apart from the sneak attack at the beginning, Jiang Liu did not give the other party any chance to touch him.

However, it would be difficult for Jiang Liu to get close to the opponent. After all, for Jiang Liu now, long-range combat is really difficult!

Even Nezuko is stronger than him!

Because this girl with super strength can even miraculously kick the handball back with such great force!

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

The handball ghost once again caught the ball kicked back by Nezuko, and the curve of his mouth suddenly widened a bit, looking even more ferocious.

This time, when the handball flew towards him, Jiang Liu's face changed, and he hurriedly grabbed Nezuko, who wanted to take the shot head-on like before, pushed the girl to the side, and used the recoil force to dodge.

As a result, the handball flew through the gap between the two people, and suddenly disappeared like a blood mist, triggering a blade-like wind pressure vortex that cut off a strand of Nezuko's long hair.

"It's the same attack method as that time." Jiang Liu remembered the sleeve he had lost.

"It seems that this ghost is not as completely brainless as it looks."

"Tsk...dodged it...haha, but what about this time?"

With all her muscles tensed, the evil girl posed with her arms wide open like a goalkeeper. As a result, the flesh under her ribs protruded and she grew four arms in an instant!

"Don't stop, dance for me, human!"

Six equally strong arms each held a handball, throwing them towards Jiang Liu and Nezuko like a storm.

Although the number has increased, the power of each one has not decreased at all. Each one can easily penetrate a wall. Maybe six of them together can tear down a house, right?

However, facing this attack whose power had increased several times, Jiang Liu did not feel fear or panic. He just held his breath and concentrated his hands to hold the Sun Blade tightly.

A large amount of air is inhaled into the lungs, and the blood is supplied with oxygen, instantly bursting out with extraordinary power as if burning.

The human body would be crushed by such an exaggerated load, so the peak period of the physical body of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen is very short. However, Jiang Liu's divine body is extraordinarily active and can bear a load far beyond that of ordinary people.

And this also means that the breathing method will have a more powerful effect on him!

Concentrate on breathing——

Hints throughout the episode:

His mind was extremely focused, and his perception area was reduced to two meters around him. Any tiny fluctuations were reflected in Jiang Liu's mind, even the invisible flow of air, which seemed to be clearly visible to him as if it was dyed with color.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Extremely short sword sounds rang out one after another, as if they were connected into a line and seemed to overlap perfectly. The silver-gray flashes were immersed in the darkness, and only the condensed red light seemed to be fixed in the air for a long time.

At this moment, the space around Jiang Liu seemed to be fixed, and the handballs also stopped one after another.

The next moment, time began to flow again, and the delayed wind pressure swept across the many handballs, and thin lines appeared on them, causing them to crack and dissipate into blood mist.

"impossible!"

The handball ghost shouted loudly: "It was obviously me who launched the attack first!"

"Don't be surprised, ghost. The reason is simple: I'm faster than you, that's all."

Jiang Liu stared at the handball ghost indifferently and said calmly: "Infinite concentration, ease, this is my swordsmanship."

——The third form of Wuxinliu o unconsciousness!

Chapter 43: The Path of Sword

When cooking beef, Cook Ding is able to slice through the thin slices of beef with ease.

——Although Jiang Liu has not reached this level yet, he is confident that he will reach it sooner or later.

Having said that, it would be fine if the story of "The Butchering of an Ox" was just a fable, but if it had a real-life prototype, the chef would definitely be a great master!

At least Jiang Liu can't do it now.

The real world of kendo does not have clear-cut level distinctions like in video games, but there are indeed extremely ambiguous boundaries that can only be understood by swordsmen who have truly embarked on this path.

Of course, there are slight differences between each school. If it is a different system of martial arts, the difference will be even greater. For example, Chinese martial arts and Japanese kendo are definitely not the same thing even if they have a heritage relationship.

For Ashina Mushin-ryu, one's own skills can be roughly divided into four stages:

Loose and tight, moving and still, light and heavy, gods and ghosts, and emptiness;

The first three realms are just simple sword skills. For example, "looseness and tightness" refers to the skill of exerting force, "movement and stillness" is how to quickly change states during combat, and "lightness and heaviness" means honing the skills to a certain level so that even when facing an enemy that is far beyond one's own coping limits, one can still make light of heavy tasks and become stronger when facing a stronger enemy.

These three are "attainable by mortals". Theoretically, as long as one's physical fitness can keep up and one has enough talent and perseverance, one can complete the practice of the first three realms if one is lucky enough, before the body completely declines between the ages of 40 and 50.

The villain Genichirō Ashina in "Sekiro" is probably at this level - he is considered talented among mortals.

But the "realm of gods and ghosts" is different. It is a distant place that ordinary people cannot reach even after a lifetime of practice.