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Even Guan Yu would give a thumbs up if he came.
Beimingyu Xingming's weapon was actually a modified chain hammer with a broad axe attached to the other end to further enhance its lethality. To be honest, he really hoped that Chu Yang would choose a weapon similar to his own.
However, Chu Yang ultimately chose the Horse-Slaying Saber.
This thing is a knife, after all.
The others had absolutely nothing to do with the "Sun Wheel Blade," so Chu Yang wasn't really keen on using them.
At worst, I can just change the name to "Tessaiga" or "Zangetsu," since they look quite similar anyway.
Beimingyu Xingming sighed, looking somewhat disappointed.
What's wrong with the chain hammer?
It's powerful and easy to use; it can kill ghosts one by one.
They don't know how to appreciate it!
Gyomei Himejima reminded him, "You are not yet a formal member of the Demon Slayer Corps, so the weapon you have is only temporary, allowing you to participate in the final selection."
"Although the weapon forms are different, the moves are largely the same. You just need to be flexible in the details."
Himejima Gyomei picked up his weapon and began demonstrating the sword techniques of Rock Breathing to Chu Yang.
Most heavy weapon usage techniques have commonalities, and Beimingyu Xingming hopes that Chu Yang can find techniques that suit him and allow the Zhanmadao to make the most of its strengths.
Chu Yang watched intently, memorizing all the moves.
Because of the limited number of inheritors, the Breath of Rock has far fewer techniques than other styles. When Kyōmei Himejima demonstrated the fifth form to Chu Yang, he stopped.
"That's all the moves I know. Now it's up to you to complete them." Himejima Gyomei put down his weapon and clasped his hands together. "If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me now."
Chu Yang shook his head, indicating that he had no doubts.
Seeing this, Beimingyu Xingming couldn't help but sigh, feeling inexplicably lonely. Teaching a genius like Chu Yang was indeed very easy, but if it was too easy, it made him feel like he didn't have much of a sense of accomplishment.
Especially the Rock Breathing, which is the most difficult of the five breathing techniques to practice.
“I will be going out to investigate the ghosts’ activities and clean up the ghosts in my jurisdiction recently, so you will stay in the temple alone to cultivate. Remember to burn wisteria incense at night.”
When the fragrance of wisteria blossoms was mentioned, Beimingyu Xingming's expression became somewhat unnatural, as if he were recalling some sad memories. He returned to his room, packed his belongings, gave Chu Yang some more instructions, and then left.
After Xingming left Beimingyu, Chu Yang went up the mountain to fetch water every day, even though the water tank in the backyard was already full, he still did it with great enthusiasm.
The training was very effective; he was soon able to return to the temple at noon and even have an afternoon to practice his swordsmanship.
But Chu Yang clearly didn't take Beimingyu Xingming's instructions to heart, and the wisteria incense placed in the temple was never lit.
Another half month passed, and Chu Yang practiced his sword skills in the courtyard until late at night.
Suddenly, I smelled a strange odor.
It was a foul smell that was hard to describe.
It's like putting a pile of rotten food and corpses together and letting it ferment continuously.
The stench was so bad that Chu Yang almost threw up!
He suddenly realized... this was the smell of a ghost!
Immediately afterward, Chu Yang activated his Observation Haki and finally heard something approaching rapidly from the outside of the temple, like a starving beast spotting food.
Chu Yang focused his mind and held his breath, skillfully entering a state of fully concentrated breathing, his eyes fixed on the door directly in front of him.
boom! ! !
With a loud crash, the gate collapsed, and a dark figure darted out from the darkness, rushing towards Chu Yang in the moonlight!
At the same time, Chu Yang leaped high into the air!
The saber in his hand slashed down with great force towards the dark figure!
[Breath of Rock - Second Form - Sky Shatter]
The powerful force caused the air to vibrate, and the violent airflow startled the dark figure that had ambushed Chu Yang.
This guy wielding the horse-slaying sword is no ordinary person!
As death approaches...
The shadowy figure roared inwardly, trying its best to dodge the attack by turning to the side!
It succeeded!
The horse-slaying sword was originally meant to be used to cut off its head.
As a result, the blade was slashed from its right shoulder all the way down to its right leg, cutting it in half alive!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The shadowy figure let out a bloodcurdling scream, a scream born of both pain and terror.
In just one exchange, Chu Yang severely injured it!
If it weren't a ghost, it would have been dead by now!
After severing half of the shadowy body, Chu Yang passed by it, and both turned around at the same time to see each other's faces.
The shadowy figure was indeed a ghost, and it was the appearance of a handsome young man.
It was just that its face was ferocious and covered with strange runes.
The young ghost's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Chu Yang.
It seems she wants to remember his face so she can get revenge later.
"It was clearly a headshot, what a pity..." Chu Yang felt a little uncomfortable. It was his first time fighting a ghost, and he had underestimated its speed.
The boy demon, who was standing on one leg with only half his body remaining, had no intention of fighting to the death with the swordsman who looked about the same size as him.
It knew that fighting desperately would only lead to one outcome: death.
So, without thinking twice, it leaped onto the roof, ready to scale the wall and escape from this strange temple.
A gust of wind blew.
The shadow of death from before surged back into the young ghost's heart, and he subconsciously veered to the right, only to have that familiar, massive cleaver flash past his left shoulder.
With a soft "pfft," another arm flew off.
With a thud, the arm fell to the ground, joining the previously severed arm.
This time, the boy ghost didn't scream. It was as if it had been stuffed into an ice cellar, trembling wildly. Its fear of death clearly outweighed its pain.
"Oh dear, you reacted so quickly, I missed again!" Chu Yang looked at the boy ghost with considerable surprise. Its ability to predict danger was almost on par with his own Observation Haki, and it had managed to escape death twice.
"Your Blood Demon Art isn't just for predicting danger, is it?" Chu Yang stared at the young ghost with a displeased expression.
The young ghost was startled, because Chu Yang's guess was correct; its Blood Demon Art could indeed predict danger to a certain extent, which meant it enhanced instincts.
The boy's body is recovering at an extremely fast pace.
But it wasn't sure if it could hold out until its body was fully recovered. The menacing young man opposite it held a knife as big as a door panel, capable of easily severing its body.
Despite carrying such heavy weapons, the boy's speed was as fast as lightning!
Chapter 59 The Strongest Talent in History [Three Chapters in a Row, Please Read On]
“I know you’re waiting for your leg to recover, but unfortunately, this is my first time fighting a demon, and I need to make sure everything goes perfectly, so…”
Chu Yang's words suddenly jolted the young ghost awake. The latter tried to use his last bit of strength to escape, but as soon as he turned around, a blade flashed in the darkness, leaving a white line that sliced across his neck.
The boy's head flew high into the air and, as it spun, it first saw its own body, and then its own arms.
The head rested steadily between the arms, and the three together resembled a bizarre work of art.
His head was burning; the boy's life was counting down.
"Who are you? Are you a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Ordinary members couldn't possibly have this kind of strength..."
The dying boy ghost tried to say something more, but Chu Yang leaped high and smashed his horse-slaying sword down on its head.
After a rumble, the temple fell silent once more.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight greeted him, Gyoumei of Beiming Island returned to the temple. The air still carried the scent of ghosts. His expression changed, and he rushed into the temple.
The deepest nightmares in his heart surged with memories, and a violent killing intent suddenly erupted from Beimingyu Xingming's body.
The Vajra glares fiercely, the Bodhisattva lowers his brows.
But soon, his murderous aura disappeared.
Chu Yang yawned and pushed open the door, then wiped the sleep from his eyes before seeing Beimingyu Xingming. He immediately exclaimed with delight, "Mr. Xingming, you're back!"
Living alone in the old temple deep in the mountains was not easy. There was no one to talk to. Although Chu Yang preferred quiet to noise, he was not a recluse.
Beimingyu Xingming returned to his usual calm and collected demeanor, as if he weren't the one who had just been on the verge of a rampage. He slowly asked, "Were there ghosts here last night?"
"Hmm! Just a nobody, I took him down in two... three strikes." Recalling how it took him three strikes to behead the young ghost, Chu Yang felt a little ashamed. His cultivation was still insufficient. If he could use the horse-slaying sword more smoothly, the last two strikes would have been unnecessary.
Two or three cuts?
With a head full of question marks, Himejima Gyomei said, "Tell me about your battle with the demon last night."