Demon Slayer: Can I add points to my Breathing Technique?

Kanae, who was watching from the sidelines, widened her eyes in disbelief.

She already knew that Thunder Breathing was known for its speed, but the swordsman's strike before her was perhaps a little too fast...

She pondered that even her extraordinary attack just now was far inferior to this.

So strong!

He's a Rank C, or even Rank B swordsman!

"Can we talk properly now?" The young swordsman tilted his head at the demon while carrying his sword. "You're so weak, don't waste my time."

【Altar wood? ? ? 】

[Ability Level: 119 (Physical 73, Technique 29, Mental 17)]

[Blood Demon Art: Mimicry (Iron)]

If it were a month ago, this ghost, with the added power of the Blood Demon Art, might have been able to put Xia Xi in a tough fight.

But now?

It's just one roadside stall.

They're just ordinary monsters that were barely passable in the previous version.

Physical attack, no special mechanics, no attribute effects.

Furthermore, the numerical values ​​are not keeping up with the version's strength.

If it hadn't mentioned the "Twelve Ghost Months" which piqued Xia Xi's interest, he would have killed the opponent instantly the moment he made his move.

Faced with Xia Xi's attitude of completely disregarding him.

Tanki was silent for a moment.

Then, veins bulged, and it roared as it pounced on Xia Xi, its body shimmering with metallic light.

What good is cutting fast?

My body is as hard as steel!

He was only injured by the female swordsman earlier because of a moment of carelessness, but now he would not hold back.

If the Blood Demon Art is activated at full power, the hardness of this body is even greater than that of your Nichirin Blades!

It lunged at the boy, kicking up mud with every step.

Xia Xi naturally saw through the other party's plan.

Do you rely on your muscles?

But it's just a body cursed by a demon, and balloon-like muscles propped up by blood demon magic...

How could they possibly compare to my swordsmanship, honed through countless trials?

【Breath of Thunder - Second Form: Inari Spirit】

The blade suddenly lit up, and lightning burst forth into five intersecting arcs.

It struck the demon's limbs directly.

The next second, black blood splattered everywhere, and Tanmu fell to the ground in a very disheveled state, his limbs severed.

"Wha...what's going on!?"

The demon cried out in alarm, "How could my perfect body, comparable to steel, be severed?!"

So, they were metallizing their bodies?

No wonder there was some resistance when I struck...

In terms of feel, it's like cutting open a layer of cream instead of splitting open a layer of crisp, hard wafer.

Xia Xi flicked his Nichirin Blade, shaking off a few drops of filthy blood.

"Steel is merely the starting point on the path to becoming a master swordsman."

Xia Xi made up a story, strolled up to the other person, and used the tip of his knife to lift the other person's chin.

He felt that this scene deserved at least a line of poetry to make it truly elegant.

"It can be described as, well... invisible and formless, as sharp as steel cutting through iron and nails."

I forgot the first sentence and the second sentence, but as long as the meaning is there, that's fine.

In short, our swords can cut through steel.

Tanmu had no interest in listening to poetry.

He struggled to regenerate his limbs and tried to get up, but just as the weak muscle buds sprouted, another sword light fell.

The newly formed limbs broke off again, and there was no time for them to recover.

More blood splattered out.

The excruciating pain washed over her consciousness like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible to think.

"I ask, you answer."

Who am I... Where am I... Why is this kid so strong?

Tanki gazed at the starry sky, his consciousness still drifting beyond the world.

Seeing the other party's tough demeanor.

Xia Xi sighed, "It's really convenient that you monsters don't feel pain."

"It's one thing to be stubborn, but to refuse to utter a single word about missing limbs... that kind of toughness makes him a real man."

Tanmu's eyes flickered slightly, then he stared blankly at Xia Xi's face.

What did that brat just say?

"Since they would rather die than submit, then I won't waste any more time."

"Don't be a red-named monster in your next life."

Tanmu:? ? ?

No, where did Mumu go wrong? Where did she refuse to yield even to the death?! Ask her again!

[Breath of Thunder, First Form: Thunder...]

Forget it, there's no need to use my ultimate skill to finish off a low-health ghost.

The lightning that had just gathered suddenly dissipated, and Xia Xi raised his Sun Wheel Blade.

The evil spirit was still struggling to escape.

But the speed is just too slow.

In Xia Xi's eyes, the world seemed to freeze, and he took in the fear on the face of the demon and the astonishment on the face of the girl next to him.

One step forward.

The blade flashed, carrying tiny sparks of electricity as it fell.

[Proficiency +253]

[Breath of Thunder] LV.3 (620/2000)

Ugh... I'm going to die?!

No! No! No!

The demon's face first showed astonishment, then gradually transformed into fear and anger.

It struggled to get up, but because Xia Xi had cut off its limbs, it could only roll on the ground and bleed more blood.

But a headless demon is like a fish that has fallen into the desert.

No matter how much they struggle, death is inevitable.

The body began to crack and dissipate...

Even a body as hard as iron crumbled at this moment, like a weathered sandcastle.

I don't want to die, brother!

elder brother?

Like a pebble that has been sunk into a deep pool for a long time, suddenly creating ripples.

As Tanmu's consciousness gradually faded, images buried by blood and the passage of time slowly began to flood in...

It was like a long-forgotten memory suddenly being reopened.

It was a warm workshop, with sawdust flying everywhere, exuding the familiar scent of pine.

The young man was hunched over his desk, his nose almost touching the wood, carving a favorite bird sculpture...

The older brother leaned against the door frame, a gentle smile on his face.

"If you keep getting this close, you'll ruin your eyes."

As a human, he was raised by his older brother.

His brother's home was his whole world.

He could have lived a peaceful life, carving wood and carving with his brother's care, holding his carving knife.

Until the day my brother became critically ill.

All medications proved ineffective.

He knelt before his brother's bed, carving birds in prayer, his tears staining the wood carving a deep brown.

"Someone...save him..."

That's when the shadow descended.

The demon dripped the fiery red liquid potion into his brother's mouth.

But it did not bring about a miracle.

Instead, it dragged him into an abyss of regret.

The older brother mutated in extreme pain and killed every family member present.