RNP Page 12
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A tiny, scarlet glow, like a firefly awakened, drifted out from the girl's sleeve.
It was an ordinary seashell, but now it was emitting an eerie, blood-red light.
"Look, you like it very much."
Meng'e said with a hint of smugness, "Since you've taken it, it's mine now."
He put the seashell away, walked forward quietly, and bared his fangs at the girl's fair neck.
A piercing shriek suddenly erupted, tearing through the air!
A blindingly white blade flashed and slashed towards Meng'er's head.
The greed on Meng'er's face froze instantly, turning into astonishment.
He quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the strike.
"Tsk! That's a pretty quick reaction."
Ryosuke, whose sneak attack had failed, appeared in front of the girl and shielded her with his sword.
Enraged by being interrupted from his meal, Meng'e stared at Liang Jie with his narrow eyes.
Especially his Nichirin Blade, which gleamed with a pure white light.
"Ha, Breath of Thunder—"
Meng'er tilted his head, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Vulgar! Utterly vulgar!"
"Such a violent and rude breathing technique, coupled with a brute like you devoid of any artistry, is simply a desecration of this beautiful blade!"
Ryosuke was too lazy to waste a single word on him.
The best response to this self-proclaimed elegance is to chop him into mincemeat!
Ryosuke's eyes sharpened, and lightning crackled violently around him, booming incessantly.
The sharpness of the longsword's strike instantly transformed into a thunderbolt that tore through the darkness!
"Thunder Breathing·Fourth Form·Distant Thunder!"
The blade flashed like lightning, aiming straight for the demon's throat!
Although Meng'e said that, he was well aware of the speed and power of the Thunderclap Sword Technique.
He dared not take the hit head-on, and dodged away strangely, uttering a series of short and bizarre syllables at the same time.
As he chanted, countless seashells scattered in the corners of the courtyard seemed to be awakened by an invisible force!
They trembled violently, emitting a low buzzing sound, and their surfaces glowed with an eerie blood-red light!
Countless seashells shot towards Ryosuke in a dense, overwhelming manner!
Ryosuke's sword strike faltered, and as the blade passed, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard!
"Thunder Breath·Two Type·Rice Soul!"
Five sharp lightning bolts struck the seashells!
However, there were simply too many shells. Although Ryosuke chopped off a large number of them, he was still pierced in the arm and shoulder by a few that slipped through the net.
"Hmph, a brute is a brute, all he knows is how to swing his sword and chop."
Meng'er looked at Liang Jie with disdain.
"Are you talking about your mother?! Damn it!"
Ignoring his injuries, Ryosuke suddenly drew his sword and charged forward!
The claws and the Nichirin Blade collided, the powerful force causing both of them to stagger back several steps.
Looking at his blood-stained hands, Meng'er cursed angrily.
"You vulgar wretch! You crude, uncouth scoundrel!"
"Are you trying to act cute like a chicken feather?"
As an outstanding youth of the 21st century.
He had already experienced the baptism of 101 and pesticides early on.
I don't know how many times I've fought the battle to protect my mother's family tree.
Meng'er's insults had no harm or insult to him; in fact, they were... adorably stupid.
Enraged, Meng'e sheathed his long sword and strode forward.
Suddenly, a steaming aura burst forth from Ryosuke's mouth and nose, and lightning crackled around his body, creating a deafening roar!
"Thunder Breathing - First Form - Thunderclap Flash - Triple Strike!"
The sword rang out suddenly, and Ryosuke had already transformed into a thunderbolt and slashed down!
Meng'e swung his hand to defend himself, but was knocked back several steps.
Before he could catch his breath, the second and third strikes came one after another!
Meng'e staggered to defend himself, but was slashed in the chest by Liang Jie, and flew backward like a blood bag.
Just as Ryosuke was about to take advantage of his illness to kill him, his consciousness began to blur.
Meng'er stood up, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"My Blood Demon Art: Nightmare Spiral Sound is not just about controlling these little gadgets."
He flicked his finger in the air, and countless streams of blood energy sprouted from Ryosuke's wound, quickly binding him!
"Its essence lies in understanding people's hearts and igniting the most primal and fervent desires deep within the soul!"
"Lust, greed, lust for power, appetite... whatever it may be, will be magnified infinitely, immersing us in a vortex of desire!"
As his last syllable fell, Ryosuke felt a surge of chaotic consciousness rushing towards him!
Everything before my eyes instantly twisted and shattered, then sped away.
He felt as if he had fallen into a void, and his control over his body was rapidly slipping away.
"Alright, you crude demon hunter."
Meng'er grinned broadly: "Now let me see what kind of filthy desires are hidden beneath your crude exterior!"
With a flick of his finger, his blood surged, silently infiltrating the depths of Ryosuke's consciousness, intending to spy on and toy with him, ultimately destroying the demon hunter's soul completely!
Kill him! Cut him into eight pieces! Chop him into minced meat!
Nightmare: o_0?
The nightmare emerged from Ryosuke's consciousness.
I must have opened it the wrong way.
He comforted himself with this thought and crawled inside again.
Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!
Kill him! Chop him up! Crush him! Sun-dry him! Turn his bones to ashes!
A pure and intense killing intent suddenly erupted.
In Ryosuke's mind, the scene of Meng'e being beheaded, dismembered by countless flashes of blades, and dragged out to be exposed to the sun played out again and again.
The nightmare howled in agony; the sound was no longer an elegant chant, but a desperate lament!
Without a trace of hesitation, fear, greed, or lust... only pure murderous intent!
He just wants to kill Meng'er!
Meng'e felt as if he had watched an extremely terrifying horror movie and quickly pulled himself out of Ryosuke's consciousness.
He staggered back a few steps, his pale face contorted in a grimace.
"You're a madman! You're a complete and utter madman!!"
He roared shrilly, all elegance gone, leaving only hysterical madness.
"Is killing me all you care about?!"
"You monster!! Monster!"
His spirit was hit like never before.
His vampire magic, which he was so proud of and which he used to manipulate people's hearts, became a complete joke in front of this demon hunter!
Ryosuke's spiritual world is terribly barren, yet terrifyingly pure!
Meng'e could not find any flaw, because he himself was the flaw.
Meng'e was furious, his black hair danced wildly, and he roared fiercely.
"Since all you want to do is kill me, then die!"
He leaped up, his claws whistling as they tore through the air, aiming straight for Ryosuke's head!
The breath of death gripped Ryosuke's throat.
Just then, a blazing light illuminated the night and descended from the sky!
"Breathing of Flame, First Form, Shiranui!"
Chapter 11, those familiar lines
With a thunderous roar, blazing flames slashed down, carrying sharp blades!
Meng'e was greatly alarmed and quickly retreated.
As the firelight faded, a tall man stood in front of Ryosuke.
His long, golden-red hair was like a blazing fire, and his white and red haori fluttered in the heat, exuding a fierce fighting spirit.
Meng'e was shocked; the burning sensation from the previous strike still made his hands sting faintly.
With such fighting spirit and strength, could he possibly be...?
"You, you're Zhu?!"
Rengoku Makijuro completely ignored Yume's barking.