Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 190 Different

At first, Lin Guang didn't think there was anything special about the other party.

A Demon Slayer swordsman of this level is not enough for him to take seriously. The fact that his heart was broken again and again by those human swordsmen has made him lose interest in making friends with humans. He shouldn't hate someone because of him, but it seems difficult to let go of his grudge so easily.

It is difficult to say whether such a bad game has any connotations of involvement, but at least it carries the idea of venting and trying to distance himself from the matter. In short, the opponent is a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, and he is a demon. The opponent will swing his sword at him without hesitation, so it should be reasonable for him to kick the opponent's arm in advance.

The boy's reaction was actually quite good and very fast, which was not in line with his strength. The successors of Thunder Breathing were rare. Except for Zenitsu, Rinko had hardly seen any other. He had seen one before, but that was a long time ago.

The deliberately opened distance was caught up in an instant. Even without looking carefully, Rinko could imagine which direction the knife would attack from and where it was going to chop. Compared with Kokushibo, the human's actions were almost like teasing a child.

Although he did look like a child.

Pretend to be hit, and when that pair of eyes lights up with success, then block the knife. An interesting expression will definitely appear on that face, Lin Guang guessed.

As for why it is blocked instead of interrupted directly.

Because he no longer had any more Sun Blades on hand, the Thunder Breathing Blade was not as beautiful as the Wind Breathing Blade, but it was rare.

He wanted to keep the Nichirin Sword.

But things did not develop as expected. The deliberately slowed-down movement was indeed caught by the opponent, and the knife should have been approaching him, but in an instant, the opponent was completely stunned, and the knife stayed in place. Lin Guang even deliberately waited for a while, but the opponent just stood there.

This is not what I expected.

Glancing over, I saw that the expression on that face had completely changed: dilated pupils, slightly open mouth, and beads of sweat unconsciously forming. This was fear.

But Rinkou hadn't even gotten to the stage of introducing herself.

Why is the other party so scared?

Rinkou slowly took two steps back, but the other party still did not respond. The footsteps behind him gave the answer. Rinkou's retreat was hindered. He bumped into a pair of legs and raised his head, but he did not meet the other party's gaze. The other party was looking at the boy in front of him, and the boy was also staring at Kokushibo in a daze.

Everything seemed to be paused at this moment, not even the wind passed by.

"You ruined my gaming experience."

Rinkou spoke, complaining to Kokushibo in a calm but clearly emotional tone.

"Such an opponent...is of no use..."

Kokushibo didn't think he had done anything wrong. He just looked at the swordsman who was standing there, swallowing nervously, cold sweat running down his forehead, and his hand holding the knife trembling.

The long sword was drawn out of the scabbard. In fact, even Rinko would be enough to deal with such an opponent, but he had already given a worthless evaluation, so he should handle it himself. This was Kokushibo's idea.

"Please keep that knife. I want that one."

When Lin Guang saw the long sword being unsheathed, he consciously stepped back, but unwillingly reached out and tugged at the corner of Kokushibo's clothes, pointing at the Nichirin sword in the other's hand.

"Okay... you... heard me... leave your Nichirin Sword... behind... I can... try to give you a... quick death..."

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What does death feel like? Xiaoyue had come close to it many times, but had never truly experienced it.

But now, death seemed to be standing right before his eyes. What an oppressive feeling it was.

The tall figure, the suffocating aura, the sharp, terrifying and ferocious blade, and the six eyes on the face almost made Xiong Yue dare not keep his eyes there.

Is he going to die, die here, die at the hands of this Upper One?

It was clearly just an ordinary patrol mission. There should be a very powerful demon here, but how could it be an Upper Moon One? How could such a guy be encountered by him so easily?

After all, where did those guys go? One or two of them usually like to shout, but why is no one saying anything at this time? Where are the crows? Even the crows are silent.

Does this boy know him? So is this boy also an upper rank cultivator?

Wind up. Boy.

Cold light.

Lin Guang! How could he have forgotten! Clearly, someone from above had just told us to pay special attention to a demon who looked like a little boy. He was Upper Rank Zero. Although he wasn't belligerent and wasn't very powerful, he was always accompanied by Upper Ranks. Non-Pillar-level personnel who saw him were to report immediately and, if possible, to retreat and request rescue.

His brain was clearly working very fast, but it seemed to have completely stopped. Two upper-rank demons were talking in front of him, but Xiong Yue didn't dare to move. They were talking, but he seemed to not understand a word they said.

It wasn't until the Upper Moon One spoke to him, those eyes looking at him, and Lin Guang's hand pointing at him, that his almost overloaded head turned rapidly, and he finally heard what the other person was saying.

"Okay, okay... I can give you the sword, no problem at all, but, but please, please spare my life. I'm willing to do anything, whether it's the Nichirin Sword or anything else... I'll do anything, please, don't kill me..."

It was only natural to kneel before a completely invincible strong man.

Even if I need to sacrifice my Sun Blade, even if my forehead is pressed tightly against the ground, even if I am as humble as the dust underfoot, it doesn't matter at all. It doesn't matter what I do. The most important thing is to survive. Just survive. Only survival is enough.

If you die, everything will be meaningless, and everything you have lived until now will lose its meaning.

Be alive.

You have to stay alive.

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This was a situation that Lin Guang had never imagined.

The boy who was standing there holding the blade before now completely knelt on the ground, with the Sun Blade and the scabbard removed and placed there. He begged for mercy with the most pious posture and the most humble words, almost in a pitiful manner.

"So... do you want to choose... to become a ghost..."

This was also unexpected.

"I, I do! If I can, I'm willing! Even if I become a ghost, it's no problem!"

To be honest, Lingguang doesn't really understand everything going on right now.

This confusion continued until the entire ceremony was over.

The boy drank the blood that could turn people into ghosts, just like Gyuutarou and Dakimaki back then. The difference was that the other party did not turn into a ghost immediately, but knelt on the ground, grasping the ground with his palms, as if he was in great pain. This was similar to Gyuutarou, but the difference was that the other party looked obviously more painful, not only in degree, but also in duration. Time passed by every second, but the angle of the moon tilted to a new position, and the pain never ended.

"Why didn't he turn into a ghost?"

"Because he is... a swordsman... a swordsman's body... is even more special..."

Kokushibo gave an answer and also turned his gaze to him. Rinko looked up in confusion after a long gaze.

"It's obvious... you didn't listen to me at all..."

what.

Got caught.