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Doma's movements were not nimble; in fact, they seemed rather clumsy.
This alone makes it clear that Doma is not good at close combat, or at least he has not learned any decent close-combat techniques.
It's worlds apart from Akaza's refined and skillful martial arts.
Although Xia Yan had previously mocked Akaza, making his method of integrating martial arts into Blood Demon Art seem utterly worthless.
However, it cannot be denied that Akaza's martial arts skills are indeed quite outstanding. Even Natsuhiko could not do better than him when he was unarmed.
In contrast, Doma's actions seem more like chopping wood than killing people.
No, that unnatural movement couldn't even be described as chopping; it was more like waving a fan with a chopping motion.
But it's just that it's incredibly powerful and unreasonable!
This is numerically powerful.
There is no emotion between demons, and Muzan does not allow this to happen, so the ranking of the Twelve Demon Months is absolute.
Therefore, even without considering his Blood Demon Art, Doma, as the Upper Moon Two, surpasses Akaza in both speed and strength.
At this moment, Xia Yan is undoubtedly the most qualified person to speak on this matter.
Although the difference isn't that much.
Even with the Blood Demon Art expanding the attack range, Xia Yan could easily dodge such clumsy and inaccurate attacks with just a slight tilt of his head.
And that's exactly what he did.
Xia Yan slightly twisted his body, letting the iron fan and ice blade pass in front of him at the same time, dodging the attack while simultaneously slashing upwards with his scimitar.
呲——
Even the falling snow could not obscure the stunning glint of the blade.
Blood splattered on the ground, mixing with the snow to turn into crimson slush. An arm wrapped in red, holding an iron fan, fell to the ground, turning into ashes and disappearing without a trace.
"Wow, that's amazing, but it's useless~"
Losing an arm is a terrible injury for a human, but Douma was completely unaffected and didn't even blink.
They simply switched to their other hand and launched the attack again.
At the same time, the lost right arm, along with the iron fan it was holding, had grown back.
This is the most fundamental difference between ghosts and humans!
Apart from the neck, even if the whole body is crushed into a pulp, it can only be considered as abrasions!
However, Xia Yan had anticipated this.
Even anticipating the enemy's moves, he swung his sword the moment Doma raised his hand.
The blade that had just parried the attack instantly transformed into a kesa-giri (a type of slashing motion), slashing diagonally downwards from the upper left, sending the attacking arm flying and instantly cutting off Doma's attack.
Without pausing, he suddenly lowered his body, turned around, and used the momentum of the rotation to sever Doma's left leg with a horizontal slash.
What's needed to do this isn't some brilliant skill, or even a powerful ability to see through the world with a detached gaze; it's simply "Zanshin" (a kind of lingering, impulsive, and easily manipulated mind).
The so-called "lingering spirit" is essentially a continuation of a mindset of attack.
Even if the attack is completed perfectly, one should not relax one's posture and fighting spirit. One should be mentally prepared, ready, and have the strength to respond to the opponent's counterattack at any time.
Be constantly on guard against the opponent's intentions, and be ready to launch another attack at any time.
However, despite being at a significant disadvantage with two of his limbs missing, Doma once again wore the same carefree smile as before.
"Really~, Lord Narukami Tsuki seems to have a bad memory. Didn't I tell you that this kind of attack is completely useless...?"
"Instead, you've put yourself in a disadvantageous position. Now it's harder for you to avoid it, isn't it?"
Despite losing a leg, Doma didn't even flinch.
Although he had never practiced any martial arts or combat skills, his long lifespan of several hundred years meant he was not lacking in combat experience.
Even if one leg is on the ground, it still has no effect.
He lowered his head and looked down at Xia Yan, who was bending over and diving, his tone warm and friendly, as if he genuinely cared about Xia Yan.
However, the 630 movement in his hand was ruthless, and his colorful pupils remained devoid of any emotion, as if one doll was looking at another.
Blood Demon Art: Snowfall in the Withered Garden!
The newly grown right arm gripped the sharp iron fan tightly and unleashed several slashes in an instant with a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to perceive, accompanied by fierce frost and ice blades.
Although it only had one arm, with the help of ice and snow, the attack range completely encompassed Xia Yan's front.
At the same time, countless sharp icicles quietly condensed in mid-air and poured down like a torrential rain. Each icicle was more than a meter long, like countless sharp spears.
The attack range was extremely wide. In order to cut off all of Xia Yan's escape routes, Douma even included himself in the attack range.
It is clear that he is able to use such reckless attacks that risk his life to save others simply because he has the immortality of a demon.
"What a pity. Although you have a sharp tongue, I actually admire you quite a bit. If you became a ghost, we could be friends... It's just a shame that the lord said he wanted you dead."
"But don't worry, I will keep you in my memory."
"Then, I have won this battle. Farewell, Lord Narukami Tsuki!"
"Ah, Solevadokana!"
Chapter 401 The Millstone Who Almost Died from Recklessness
"Farewell, Lord Narukami Tsuki!"
As if victory was assured, Doma prematurely declared his intention to win.
History has proven time and again that opening champagne at halftime is absolutely unacceptable!
"Ah, Solevadokana!"
Xia Yan just smiled crookedly, and then, under Douma's surprised gaze, he ignored everything and charged towards the attack.
The icy pillars pierced through Xia Yan's body, like a honeycomb briquette, and the ensuing sword curtain composed of iron fans and ice blades was like a meat grinder, completely shredding him.
However, even after tearing his opponent to pieces, Doma did not relax in the slightest.
On the contrary, the smile on his face froze.
the reason is simple--
No blood!
Although Xia Yan appeared to be dead, there was no blood flowing from his wounds, which clearly indicated that something was amiss.
The next second, Doma saw fire!
Firelight, flames!
The air seemed to become much hotter, carrying a sense of the sacredness of life.
In an instant, countless golden-red flames surged out from the holes and breaks in Xia Yan's body, engulfing him completely in the blink of an eye.
The flames gathered together, slowly spread their wings, and transformed into a huge firebird with wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It took off, carrying endless golden-red flames, and pounced towards Doma.
The classic text mentions a star bird, specifically the Vermilion Bird, which is the constellation of the south.
"What?!?"
The sudden reversal caused Douma's pupils to shrink to their maximum size. Before he could react, the surging firebirds enveloped him completely.
In an instant, an endless, intense pain stimulated his nerves.
The pain wasn't a burning sensation, but rather a feeling of being cut by thousands of swords in an instant. After all, the flames were merely a manifestation of battle qi; the actual attack was still the sword in Xia Yan's hand.
Doma felt as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder as minced meat.
"Vampire Art: Lotus Flower!"
Despite the pain, Doma activated his Blood Demon Art again, attempting to stop Natsuhiko's attack.
Click——click——
A crisp, freezing sound filled the air.
Countless ice crystals condensed from Douma's body, transforming into vines adorned with ice lotus flowers that meandered towards Suzaku.
Whipping, binding, penetrating.
Contrary to expectations of a fierce battle, these refining vines easily left terrifying wounds on Suzaku's body.
The vines that were pulled out left deep wounds like knife cuts, and the tight bindings directly severed the limbs, yet there was no resistance when they were penetrated.
But none of them had any effect.
No matter how many times it is killed, the immortal firebird will always reignite in the raging flames, transforming into an even more ferocious offensive, growing stronger with each battle.
This is——
—Storm Breathing, Seventh Form, Mysterious Divine Wind, Suzaku!
This move transforms the user into a phoenix and unleashes a slashing attack; the stronger the fighting spirit, the larger the phoenix becomes.
Moreover, the phoenix will not die before attacking its opponent, and even if it is destroyed by its opponent, it will be reborn from the ashes and become stronger with each battle.
A moment later, the Vermilion Bird vanished in flames, revealing two figures that had been engulfed within it.
Xia Yan stood holding a knife, a frivolous smile on his face.
Doma, a dozen meters away, was kneeling on the ground, with half of his head missing and only a small part of his neck remaining, barely keeping his head and body together.
He looked more like a tattered rag doll, missing limbs and torn apart by a dog.
The balance of power shifts rapidly!
"I think you've sensed it too, haven't you? The phoenix's tenacious vitality."
"So, are you angry?" Xia Yan repeated the question with a smile.
"..." He was met with silence.
Even the usually carefree Doma couldn't laugh in this situation.
He looked at Xia Yan with a gloomy expression, no longer daring to harbor any playful thoughts.
In just one exchange, he was nearly beheaded by Xia Yan. If he hadn't been wondering why his opponent hadn't focused his attacks on his neck, he might have already been decapitated.