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

The iron fist, imbued with invisible force, slammed into its head like a collapsing mountain.

Clang—

A dull, deafening sound, like an ancient bell being struck by a giant hammer, exploded!

The demon's head instantly deformed, and it dragged its body backward and fell headfirst.

The viscous body even rippled violently around the point of impact, exploding into rings of mucus.

What happened?

Pain briefly caused him to lose his memory of that one second.

But it recovered immediately.

It's a fist! This swordsman actually abandoned his Nichirin Blade and attacked me with his fist?!

The demon struggled to steady itself and launch a counterattack.

But Xia Xi clearly wasn't going to let it catch its breath; even faster and heavier punches came raining down like a storm.

The slashing attack was ineffective.

However, the sheer impact and penetrating power cannot be neutralized by "splitting".

It penetrates the body!

Infuse it into your fist!

"Become a ghost? Wouldn't that just be a quick way to the 'Bad Ending' route?"

I still want to complete the main storyline through the normal process.

Punch, elbow, knee, strike...

Those tiny clones, barely reaching knee height, all exploded.

It turned into pools of viscous substance that slowly crawled and tried to recombine.

"Besides, once you become a ghost, you can't sunbathe anymore, right?"

Farming-style players and life skills players must be devastated.

He turned to the side, twisted his waist, and his right arm shot out like a whip.

A precise hook punch landed on the opponent's temple.

"Most importantly!"

Xia Xi's voice remained clear despite the continuous pounding.

"I'm a staunch supporter of the Human Rights Alliance, the kind of player who instantly chooses 'human supremacy' in terms of ideology and sentiment."

"How could you possibly transform into—a man-eating alien like you?"

During the fierce attack, the demon's eyes trembled violently.

Consciousness is fading away...

If it didn't do something, it was certain that it would be beaten unconscious or even completely incapacitated.

"Damn swordsman! I don't understand what you're saying at all!"

Pain roared and stopped splitting into smaller clones.

Instead, it concentrated most of its power to create an exceptionally large tumor-like clone.

"Now you can't break it, can you?!"

It stood like a shield in front of Xia Xi.

Its body, now much smaller, quietly deformed and squeezed into the workshop doorway like viscous liquid.

No, after making those tough remarks, I have to leave immediately!

It thought so.

"Want to go?"

Xia Xi's [Insight] skill is no joke.

He stood firmly on the ground, his strength rising from the earth, his waist and hips twisting like a taut bowstring, his whole being like a taut bowstring being released.

He crashed headfirst into the massive shield clone!

It's the Iron Mountain Lean, a powerful and fierce attack!

A tremendous force suddenly erupted, and the shield clone was smashed apart, its juices flying everywhere.

What the hell?!

Painful Chong stunned the entire ghost.

They desperately sped up the drilling speed.

Once I survive, I will definitely find a chance to take revenge! That damned swordsman!

However, a hand entwined with invisible air currents was even faster!

Xia Xi's five fingers, like hooks, precisely gripped the sticky substance that was trying to slip away.

It's a grappling technique!

Fingertips tore through its skin, finally hooking into the gaps between muscles and bones that were not yet fully softened.

"Come back here!"

With a sudden tug, Tong Chong was forcibly pulled back from the shadows.

His face was filled with terror.

"No, you can't kill me. I'm not afraid of your attacks!"

Xia Xi's eyes turned cold, and he advanced with his elbow.

MAN!

A simple, unadorned elbow strike, imbued with the full power of the body and the skillful application of various breathing techniques, pierced the very center of the demon's torso!

[Heavy], [Penetrating], [Exploding], [Flowing].

I'm so angry...

The ghost's body arched up like a shrimp, its eyeballs almost popping out of its face.

He clutched his body and collapsed completely to the ground, his muscles and face twitching uncontrollably.

Even the Blood Demon Art cannot be activated.

no……

Swordsman, where is your Nichirin Blade? Where is your dignity as a swordsman?!

"Damn it..."

The ghost managed to make a sound.

"You won...so what...my clones in other locations...will kill those hostages immediately! You can't save everyone! Hahaha..."

It looked forward to seeing anger or anxiety on Xia Xi's face.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

(Illustration.jpg: The first Gyokusai's Nichirin Blade/Naginata)

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Chapter 57 I believe in persimmons, just as I believe in myself.

It's not that Xia Xi completely disregards friendly NPCs.

But...

The boy raised an eyebrow, revealing an expression that was almost one of confusion.

"Hostages? Oh, you mean two in the east warehouse, one in the west pipeline, and a corner in the attic..."

"You're using your clones to guard those random NPCs?"

The ghost's laughter stopped abruptly.

It had a bad feeling.

"I cleaned it up on the way here." Xia Xi kicked the ghost on the ground, very calmly: "Because it's a clone, I didn't get any experience from killing it."

"At the time, I was a little confused. How could someone take down so many people without any experience?"

"I thought you knew they were all taken down. Looks like your clone network isn't working so well..."

He thought that, like a shadow clone, once he was killed, the information would be transmitted back to his main body.

It turns out I was overthinking things.

"No...impossible! There must be another one! The most hidden one is..."

The evil spirits are still roaring.

He used all his strength to try and sense and activate that final trump card.

However, Xia Xi was too lazy to listen to its nonsense.

Duanfeng gripped the handle firmly again.

"You mean the one hidden under the water tower? It's okay..."

A sharp blade pressed against the demon's neck.

The silvery light shone on the ugly face of the demon.

It also reflected its despair and fear onto the blade.

"I believe the persimmon jam can handle it."

"Now, it's time to send you down."