Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Miyamoto Musashi and Atalanta did not have much chemistry.

However, both of them were seasoned warriors, and together they managed to suppress Shuten-dōji.

Soon, multiple wounds were left on Shuten-dōji's petite body. His purple kimono was tattered, and blood dripped down his fair skin that was faintly visible through it.

"It seems to be going more smoothly than expected?" Elsa's tone was much more relaxed.

"No, this is just the beginning."

"Ugh?"

"A thousand purples and ten thousand reds, divine remedies and ghostly poisons."

Lin Jiu'an gazed at the wounded Shuten-dōji in the far distance, his eyes seeming to see something hidden in the darkness. He explained, "That's her Noble Phantasm, and also her instinct. You could say she's the embodiment of 'poison,' able to spread poison like a plague with a single thought."

"Even toxins diluted by air can instantly dissolve an ordinary person's body to the point where nothing is left but the skeleton."

"And her breath and her blood are the mediums that make the poison even stronger."

Lin Jiu'an didn't continue speaking because Elsa had also noticed the unusual situation in the battle.

Atalanta, who always kept her distance, was relatively easy to deal with.

Although Miyamoto Musashi, who had been engaged in close combat with Shuten-dōji, was not injured, her attack speed had noticeably slowed down, and her moves were not as sharp as before.

"I still got infected." Lin Jiu'an sighed.

Even though he had warned Miyamoto Musashi about Shuten-dōji's abilities beforehand, it wasn't something that could be prevented simply by being aware of it in advance.

Unless he avoids getting close to Shuten-dōji, her poison, which is even more potent than that of Serenity Hassan, will inevitably affect Miyamoto Musashi. The bleeding and increased breathing are simply ways she is aggravating the poison in the surrounding air.

But there is no way around it.

Miyamoto Musashi was a swordsman, and she had to fight in close combat.

Shuten-dōji was clearly not the kind of weakling that Miyamoto Musashi could instantly kill with his Noble Phantasm at the start. If the battle dragged on, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't keep holding his breath indefinitely, as the toxins would still seep into his body even if he didn't breathe.

"Now what?"

Elsa said in a panic.

She didn't know why, perhaps because he always maintained a calm and confident demeanor, she always subconsciously wanted to ask him questions when Lin Jiu'an was around.

"Then let me do it."

"Ugh?"

Elsa was taken aback.

Before she could even understand the meaning behind the other person's words, she turned her head and saw Lin Jiu'an taking a step forward.

Step into the imaginary space.

When Elsa saw him again, he was already a hundred meters away, walking towards the center of the battlefield as if in a leisurely stroll. His figure, which was originally seven or eight years old, continued to grow taller, as if he were growing older with each appearance.

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"how do you feel?"

Shuten-dōji giggled, as if the wounds on her body weren't hers.

"Why don't you obediently let me remove your bones? I promise I won't leave you with any pain."

Miyamoto Musashi remained silent and continued his relentless attacks.

However, the expression on his face couldn't be suppressed and turned ugly.

Thanks to Lin Jiu'an's previous warning, she had tried her best to avoid poisoning, even suppressing her breathing to a minimum, but she still didn't know when she had been poisoned.

'Dang!'

The sound of metal clashing rang out once more.

This time, Miyamoto Musashi felt his arm was losing strength and staggered back several steps.

"Aren't you going to run away?"

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth, intending to stab himself to keep himself conscious.

Although this wound would allow the airborne toxins from the other party to enter her body more quickly, it would also allow her to recover her strength for a period of time, during which she would have a chance to try and kill...

"Go back."

Miyamoto Musashi was taken aback.

But seeing that Shuten-dōji was still smiling and approaching her, she realized that the other party had not heard her.

That is to say...

Miyamoto Musashi did not retreat, but immediately slashed his own thigh. The intense pain lessened the weakness caused by the poison infection in his body. Then, Miyamoto Musashi directly slashed at Shuten-dōji with the sword still stained with his own blood.

Everything around seemed to have quieted down; even the unusually noisy wind in this empty Tokyo tonight had disappeared.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes were now only on Shuten-dōji's left arm.

Sky Eye!

That is the ability to entrust all existence to vision and project it toward the destination.

The most rational strike, achieved by any means necessary, is "a single, decisive blow that subdues time and space, leaving nothing to waste." It is a power that narrows the range of means used to achieve the goal to a single, definitive outcome, limiting what should be an infinite future to a single, singular result.

Under constant suppression, the success rate of this method increases significantly.

However, under normal circumstances, Miyamoto Musashi would only use it as a last resort, because although it was a karmic attack, if the opponent was strong enough, they could block it, but if they were not, then she would likely be in danger.

Shuten-dōji is very strong.

Miyamoto Musashi did not believe he could take his opponent's life if he acted rashly.

However, if the result is limited to "cutting off her left arm", the probability of success will increase again because the damage that can be caused to the target is reduced.

Simultaneously.

"No space!"

"The Fifth Form!"

The highest level a swordsman can reach, coupled with her ultimate understanding of the way of the sword.

Everything converges on this one sword.

Shuten-dōji immediately sensed immense danger, his smile vanished, and he tried to retreat, raising his sword to block Miyamoto Musashi's attack.

But still slow.

The blade sliced ​​through Shuten-dōji's left arm.

The left arm flew up.

Drenched with blood.

Shuten-dōji's face, which had not yet fully congealed, turned into one of anger and pain. She couldn't understand how Miyamoto Musashi dared to go to such great lengths just to sever her arm, and to have his own wound splattered with blood.

"Fool, since you're looking for..."

As Shuten-dōji spoke, she suddenly realized something, and her beautiful eyes widened abruptly.

She immediately abandoned her attack on Miyamoto Musashi, who was covered in blood and weakened after the attack, and instead turned around abruptly.

Just as she turned around...

A handsome young man with black hair and black eyes suddenly appeared in front of her as if by teleportation.

Who is he?

Why so fast?

Countless questions flashed through his mind, Shuten-dōji's expression froze, and he instinctively raised the sword on his right arm to block the possible attack that was about to come.

A fist slammed into her abdomen.

'Bang!'

A dull thud rang out, and Shuten-dōji's beautiful eyes widened instantly, her mouth agape and her face contorted in pain.

Then, it flew backwards.

A cloud of light erupted where the fist made contact with Shuten-dōji's petite body. Shuten-dōji was sent flying dozens of meters into an abandoned building, crashing through the supporting walls and countless pillars. He then rolled and slid across the empty plaza for dozens of meters before finally coming to a stop.

"Damn it!"

Who exactly is that guy?

Is that spatial ability?

With that kind of strength, is he really human or a dragon?!

Shuten-dōji coughed up mouthfuls of blood, struggling to get up with her hands on the ground, her body almost broken by the punch. The next second, Lin Jiu'an's figure suddenly appeared in front of her again as if by teleportation.

He stepped on Shuten-dōji's chest.

"Well?!"

Shuten-dōji groaned in pain and lay helplessly on the ground, only able to look up at Lin Jiu'an.

"That's really rough."

Shuten-dōji coughed up blood while laughing, her tone still coquettish, looking at Lin Jiu'an as if she were not a dying person.

"He is quite handsome, just my type. It would be even better if he weren't so rough and sudden, cough cough cough."

Lin Jiu'an pressed down slightly on her chest, causing Shuten-dōji to vomit blood a few more times.

"Ugh! Seriously, this is so unfair..."

Shuten-dōji still spoke in that coquettish tone, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Jiu'an's extremely handsome face.

But the words are not yet finished.

She saw black mud gushing out from under her feet, and the black mud seemed to have a life of its own, spreading outwards.

"Little one, are you going to eat me?"

Shuten-dōji said with a smile, "I don't mind, but I still hope you can be a little gentler."

While speaking.

The black mud, filled with a sense of depravity and misfortune, had enveloped her, leaving only her snow-white neck and pale, delicate face exposed.

"You seem to talk a bit too much?"

"It's all because you ignored me."

Shuten-dōji's smile widened.

Looking at her relaxed and even charming appearance, she didn't seem like someone who had been seriously injured and subdued by Lin Jiu'an at all, but rather like someone flirting with their lover.

"Little brother, your voice is so beautiful! What's your name? Could you tell me..."

Before Shuten-dōji could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened.

After a brief pause.

Shuten-dōji raised his head and let out a pitiful wail: "Aaaaaah?!?!"

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PS: Chapter 14, which was scheduled to be released at noon, failed the review. I finished revising it at noon and it was stuck in the review all afternoon. I couldn't publish it directly because it was under review. So I released the midnight update in advance. Chapter 14 might be approved tomorrow and another chapter with the same content will be released. Don't worry about it. I will revise the content and release it as a new chapter.

Chapter Sixteen: Shuten-dōji: Can we play this in a proper way?

The intense pain of his body being violently stretched out took even the Demon King Shuten-dōji quite a while to recover.

A hint of fear crept into their eyes as they looked at Lin Jiu'an.

She had seen ruthless killers and those who abused women after their victories, but she had never seen such a naive newcomer. She asked, "Can't we just follow the path of normal people?"

"Honest now?"

Just now, Shuten-dōji seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and was actually seducing him.

In fact, during the conversation.

Shuten-dōji kept spreading her poison, and then deliberately seduced him to divert his power, trying to poison him without him realizing it. But little did he know that Lin Jiu'an's "dragon" and "beast" statuses were both more domineering than the other.

Even if they can't ignore Shuten-dōji's poison, their resistance is ridiculously high.