The Sword of Kusanagi, a demonic blade with a will of its own, after being toyed with by Feng Lin, actively merged with Fuma Taro, becoming one—man and sword united into a sword-man. The blade melted like ice, forming a metallic armor that covered his entire body, as if clad in a layer of hard shell, with sharp edges wrapped around his limbs, razor-sharp and unmatched.
"Mortal, how dare you steal my Yamata no Orochi power! I won't let you off!" Fuma Taro's eyes locked onto Feng Lin, his voice a mix of two tones, eerie and hoarse, brimming with cruel, icy murderous intent.
Steel-Splitting Flash!
Fuma Taro's arm moved like a blade, though no sword was in his hand; demonic energy coalesced into a massive black sword that crashed down with a roar. The blade's aura was dense, forming a hurricane ten meters tall. Feng Lin's figure was quickly swallowed up, the wind blades swirling like a vortex, sweeping across the ground, carving ugly pits into the earth, and grinding hard stone into dust in an instant.
Where is he?
But no scream came from the blade-aura hurricane. Feng Lin's figure had vanished without a trace.
When did he disappear?
Fuma Taro was furious and shocked, his eyes scanning the surroundings, unable to find him for a long time. Feng Lin had vanished in an instant, his speed exceeding the limits of their visual perception, like a ghost, leaving no trace.
"Where are you looking?" Amid the Japanese warriors' frantic search, a light laugh rang out.
"Behind you!" the Japanese shrine maiden exclaimed in horror, pointing.
Fuma Taro's body stiffened as he felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders. Just as he turned rigidly, a pair of ordinary fists rapidly enlarged before his eyes.
Boom!
He was blasted away like a cannonball, the speed and force so immense it created a sonic boom. His body flew hundreds of meters, crashing heavily into a mountain peak, embedded deep within, not emerging for a long time.
So this is the power of an elite cultivator?
Feng Lin stood still, silently feeling his own strength. With vitality exceeding 200, the numbers alone seemed only twice what they were before, but the power was explosive. Force concentrated at a single point, blasting out like a cannonball. Feng Lin felt that with one punch now, he could shatter a mountain, and his speed had reached an unknown level—at full sprint, he could even break the sound barrier. He himself didn't know how strong he had become.
Shiiing!
A sharp cutting sound—the mountain was split in two by a razor-sharp blade aura. Fuma Taro emerged, his face savage, like an Asura demon crawling out of hell, hungry for flesh. His slanted triangular eyes fixed on Feng Lin, panting heavily, no longer uttering threats. That earlier strike had shown him Feng Lin's terror. Having gained the Yamata no Orochi power from the Sword of Kusanagi, this mysterious man had broken through life's limits, now a walking humanoid demon, truly fearsome.
Hundred Demons Night Parade!
He raised a hand to the sky, and a giant sword grew from his palm, its eerie blade aura shooting upward. The entire demon illusion realm trembled, and from all directions came roars and howls. A dark tide surged from afar—upon closer look, it was an army of demons, gathering from every side: flying heads, kappa, cat demons... all manner of Japanese mythological monsters emerged, charging at Feng Lin to devour him whole. The Sword of Kusanagi, a demonic blade, had the power to summon demons; once activated, the Hundred Demons Night Parade began.
Feng Lin was instantly surrounded by countless demons, above and below, shadows upon shadows. No matter how fast he was, there was nowhere to dodge. Poison water, vines, ghost fire—countless demon arts rained down, and demons leaped from all sides, clawing and biting. In this demon illusion realm, he was alone against the world!
With no escape, Feng Lin chose not to flee. He unleashed all 208 points of vitality, planted his waist, and threw a single punch! The fist force vibrated, creating an air blast that shot forward, turning over a dozen demons into scattered demonic energy.
Crack, crack!
Another dozen demons surrounded him, biting relentlessly, but their teeth shattered and claws bent, failing to harm a single hair on Feng Lin while suffering severe damage themselves. With increased vitality, his genetic strength also grew. Feng Lin's body hardness had risen again, like an ancient rock weathered for eons—unbreakable, indestructible. He spun rapidly, his fists swinging like giant hammers; any demon that entered his inner circle was instantly blown apart. Facing the demon army alone, Feng Lin was unstoppable.
Wind Shadow Annihilation Slash!
A roar. Fuma Taro, the sword-man, moved with the wind, closing in instantly. He split into countless afterimages, launching endless slashes at Feng Lin from all directions.
Bang, bang, bang!
Feng Lin was struck by countless blades in an instant, sparks flying everywhere, feeling the pain. His tough skin cracked like marble. The Sword of Kusanagi, after all, was a demonic blade that had damaged the divine sword Ten-Hand Reach, incredibly sharp. Facing such a divine weapon, Feng Lin's physical strength alone couldn't hold up. He stopped fighting head-on, using his extreme speed to evade.
Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist!
This martial art held the essence of subduing demons, overwhelming with pure force, incredibly fierce. Feng Lin's fists struck continuously, shattering the demons and their inner cores, scattering demonic energy everywhere. Fuma Taro, mixed among the demons, couldn't escape Feng Lin's tracking; his body was pounded with loud thuds. But his entire form was covered in sword armor, a metal shell. For now, Feng Lin couldn't finish him, and they were locked in a stalemate.
"Amaterasu!" A crisp, angry shout.
Feng Lin didn't look or think; he simply shifted away. A black flame exploded where he had stood, sparks scattering. Any demon that touched it howled in agony, burning to ash, vanishing without a trace. Feng Lin had witnessed the eerie power of this black flame earlier and had no desire to be caught by it. The flame was too sinister. He turned, heading straight for the Japanese shrine maiden, aiming to eliminate the biggest threat on the field.
"Stop him!" The shrine maiden realized his intent and commanded.
Ghost Wind Shadowless Slash!
Fuma Taro unleashed a new sword technique, turning into a black ghost wind, formless, merging into it. He wrapped around Feng Lin heavily, unleashing countless blade auras and slashes, preventing him from getting any closer.
Amaterasu Soul Devour!
The shrine maiden formed hand seals, her face flushed red like blood, her eyes eerie as whirlpools, as if to devour souls. The black flame quickly condensed into a black fire arrow, shooting forth. Feng Lin was about to dodge, but the black arrow flashed, vanishing into the void, disappearing instantly.
Where did it go?
As Feng Lin dealt with Fuma Taro's entanglement, he carefully scanned his surroundings. With a soft pop, the void before him twisted, and the black arrow shot straight out, piercing through space, arriving right in front of him. At such close range, Feng Lin couldn't dodge; he instinctively raised a hand to block. But the black flame landed on him, seeping silently and eerily into his body like water into soil. The flame carried no heat, only bone-chilling cold, as if freezing his soul, and within it was a supreme authority that suppressed his spirit. Feng Lin's vision went dark, and his mind rapidly sank into darkness...