am-books Chapter 561: SFDI - 561
Chapter 561: SFDI - 561
If Gyokko was a monster with a twisted body, then Doma was an existence that was abnormal from the inside out.
Drake sensed that Doma’s aura was like a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations.
Unlike the highest state of martial arts, the state of selflessness, Doma was completely a void devoid of all emotions.
Even after being provoked by Drake, he didn’t have any normal anger or malice. In short, he was a pathetic monster that was completely unworthy of pity.
Thinking about what this monster had done in the original plot, Drake was going to do a good deed today, and help Doma learn some human emotions.
That was despair and fear!
Drake clenched his fists, and Martial Saint appeared in his palm. He took a step and crossed the distance of several meters, arriving in front of Doma, and the great sword fell with the momentum of splitting mountains and seas.
"Blood Demon Art, Frozen Lotus!"
Several frozen lotus flowers appeared out of thin air and bloomed, each petal emitting a jade-like crystal luster.
This seemingly beautiful move could instantly freeze the human body to necrosis, and could be said to be extremely dangerous.
But as Drake’s blade drew a scorching arc, the frozen lotus was instantly cut open and dissipated.
Doma had dodged out the moment Drake drew his sword, and only the horned hat that had been cut in half fell to the ground.
Doma originally had white oak-like long hair, but there was a black mark on the top of his head, like blood had been poured on his head and dried.
Looking at the hat that had fallen on the ground, Doma narrowed his eyes.
Just as Drake took a step, Doma, who had been half-lying on the ground, suddenly straightened up and waved the iron fan in his hand.
"Blood Demon Art, Freezing Clouds!"
White mist was slammed towards Drake’s face, and these mists were actually tiny ice crystals, carrying a terrifyingly low temperature.
Doma had lived for hundreds of years, and had fought pillars more than once or twice. He was quite familiar with how to target these breathing technique swordsmen.
The most important thing for swordsmen when fighting was breathing. As long as they inhaled these ice crystals, their entire respiratory system would be frozen to necrosis, and they would soon lose their ability to resist.
And there were also fragile parts like the eyeballs, which would be damaged if they touched the ice crystals, greatly affecting their combat ability.
In the end, compared to creatures like demons, the bodies of ordinary humans were too weak.
But unfortunately, Drake wasn’t an ordinary human.
As Drake’s chest rose and fell, the white mist that Doma had fanned over was directly blown away.
The air blowing on Doma’s face actually gave him a feeling of being roasted by flames. No wonder his Blood Demon Art couldn’t even withstand someone’s breath. Was the other party really human?
While he was surprised, Drake’s blade had already fallen, and Doma had to retreat again to dodge.
"Blood Demon Art, Lotus Vines!"
Icy vines began to grow and spread like real plants, entangling Drake’s body.
Drake kicked the dragon’s head of Martial Saint, and the Martial Saint, which had been stuck in the ground, flew up directly, smashing the overgrown ice vines barbarously.
Seeing Drake approaching again, Doma gritted his teeth and waved his iron fan upwards.
"Blood Demon Art, Wintry Icicles!"
Countless ice thorns condensed above and then fell towards the approaching Drake. It had to be said that Doma had seized the opportunity well. The ice thorns fell at a time when they could just stab Drake’s body.
Martial Saint rotated in Drake’s hand, and then Drake directly threw the great sword up.
Like the sun hanging high, most of Doma’s ice thorns were evaporated before they touched the blade wheel.
And Drake had already taken a bow stance in front of Doma, punching continuously with his left and right hands. The first punch hammered on Doma’s iron fan, and the thin iron fan was directly deformed.
The power of the second punch was then poured into Doma’s body, causing Doma’s body to bend over, and a mouthful of blood to spurt out.
Drake stepped forward and twisted his body, his palm hitting Doma’s body, creating a circular shockwave.
A fountain appeared on Doma’s back, and pieces of flesh, internal organs, and bones flew out together.
Drake raised his hand and caught the falling Martial Saint, and slashed down with his sword.
With half of his body, including an arm and a leg, falling to the ground, Doma still managed to protect his neck and dodge out of the way.
Doma’s body regenerated quickly, and even the robe on his body and the iron fan in his hand returned to normal.
Those things weren’t silk and metal at all, but were substances made of Doma’s own flesh and blood.
Doma said with a grim face, "You’re being too mean. You could have cut off my neck, but you didn’t do it!"
Drake shouldered the great sword and said, "Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have the bad habit of torturing my enemies. It’s just that fighting a guy as empty as you is really unpleasant!"
The fake warm smile on Doma’s face disappeared again, and he said in a sinister tone, "I’m really sorry to hear that!"
Drake lowered his body and said, "So you should quickly experience what kind of fear and despair the people you ate felt, and then obediently go to hell and atone for your sins!"
Saying this, Drake slammed Martial Saint on the ground.
The moment the end of Martial Saint’s blade touched the ground, Doma suddenly felt the world in front of him change, as if a layer of orange-red filter had been added.
But this strange scene wasn’t enough to make Doma wait for death. He desperately waved his arms, intending to use his strongest Blood Demon Art.
He could create a huge ice Bodhisattva statue, and use various attack methods with it. But strangely, nothing happened after he waved his fan.
Doma showed a puzzled expression, and waved several more times in disbelief, but still nothing happened.
Despair often begins with the powerlessness to face reality, and Muzan now had this feeling.
As for how Drake did it... a certain Soul Reaper captain was said to have the strongest ice-type Zanpakutō, but he couldn’t even release his Zanpakutō when the captain-commander got serious.
This was the same principle. It wasn’t attribute restraint, but the crushing effect brought about by the absolute difference in strength.
In this area of heavy magic power created by Drake, the ice crystals that Doma released were instantly evaporated. It would have been strange if he could use any moves.
Drake weighed the great sword and said, "Then let’s begin! Answer me, what is one thousand minus seven?"
As the voice fell, Doma’s left arm, along with the golden iron fan he was holding, flew out!
Doma was shaken by the loss of his Blood Demon Art, and was stunned for a moment after his arm was cut off. Then he screamed like an ordinary human.
"Ahhh! You... you... you, don’t come over!"
Drake stepped forward, directly scaring Doma into sitting on the ground. Even though his arm had regenerated, he had no intention of fighting back at all.
"I said... what is one thousand minus seven?"
As he spoke, Doma’s newly regenerated arm flew out again.
.....
Earlier, Tanjiro and Gyokko had broken through the wall and flown outside during their battle.
Tanjiro was very strong now, with absolute pillar-level strength.
Having long been familiar with Gyokko’s abilities, Tanjiro quickly forced Gyokko to reveal his complete form.
But even so, Gyokko’s body, which he boasted was harder than diamond, was cut in half by Tanjiro with one slash.
And when Tanjiro collected the blood and returned to the room through the hole in the wall, what he saw was Doma, who was slumped on the ground like mud.
Even though he had all four limbs, Doma seemed to have lost all sensation and control of his limbs, and was limp on the ground.
As for what had happened, Tanjiro didn’t dare to ask.
Drake looked at Doma, who had lost his mind, and curled his lips, saying, "In the end, you didn’t learn anything. You’re really hopeless!"
Drake squatted down, inserted a syringe into Doma’s body, drew a large tube of blood, and got up.
While putting away the test tube, he slashed back with his sword, cutting off Doma’s head.
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