Anime/Manga: Bankai Starting with Demon Slayer

The power amplified by the markings made the strike incredibly powerful, severing a deep, bone-revealing wound directly into Doma's neck!

"what?!"

For the first time, Doma let out a sound of surprise.

Using the spurt of ghost blood from his neck, the fan in his hand suddenly trembled—

"Vampire Art: Scattering Lotus Flower!"

The demon blood condensed into countless tiny, blade-like ice petals, which shot out along the fan, each containing a deadly cold poison capable of killing cells.

Although this move was quickly defeated by Asuka, who was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy, it still bought him a little time to create some distance.

He stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance, and touched the wound on his neck in a daze.

"Another one?" The seven-colored pupils darted around, scrutinizing the marks on Asuka and Giyu's faces. "This thing... could it be contagious?"

The smile on Doma's face vanished completely; perhaps this empty expression, devoid of joy or sorrow, was his true nature.

We can't keep going like this.

If it were just the physical improvement of two Pillar-level swordsmen, that would be one thing. What truly made him uneasy was the feeling Asuka gave him...

As the battle continued, the opponent's longsword seemed to be continuously absorbing trace amounts of demonic power from its own scattered ice crystals and the parrying attacks...

Even though he had been careful enough so far and hadn't been hit by a single blade, Douma could sense—

My own physical strength is slowly declining, while the other person's aura is constantly rising.

Doma put the two fans together and placed them in front of his chest.

An unprecedentedly terrifying aura rose from his body, causing the entire mountain shrine to shake violently, and frost began to spread over large areas of the walls and roof.

"Since you've all worked so hard, then I'll... contribute a little bit of the titanium umbrella!"

"Blood Demon Technique - Mist Ice - Water Lily Bodhisattva!"

In the center of the courtyard, the ground suddenly cracked open!

A colossal Bodhisattva statue, made of transparent solid ice, is slowly rising.

Chapter 82 Unexpected Support

Rumble—!!!

The ground shook violently, and the massive ice layer surged upwards as if it were alive.

A colossal seated Bodhisattva statue, made entirely of ice, is rising from the ground, centered on Doma!

This ice bodhisattva has a solemn and dignified appearance, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and hands clasped together, exuding a terrifying chill that can freeze the soul and boundless pressure.

Its size almost occupied half of the peak, casting a shadow that completely obscured Asuka, Giyu, and the heavily injured Shinobu Kocho.

The surface of the Bodhisattva statue is shimmering with seven-colored light, which is the manifestation of the highly concentrated demonic power of the monk Douma. Each ray of light contains absolute zero, enough to freeze steel!

Faced with such a colossal creation, Asuka and Giyu Tomioka appeared so insignificant.

This is Doma's strongest Blood Demon Art. It requires a huge consumption of demonic power to use, and he would not use it lightly unless he was forced into a desperate situation.

"Honestly, you're quite impressive, black-haired swordsman." Douma landed lightly on the Bodhisattva's palm, looking down at the blood-stained swordsman with the laceration on his neck.

"Although I rarely say things like this, have you ever considered becoming a ghost?"

"...Is this your last words?" Asuka asked coldly, staring at the enormous ice crystal bodhisattva before her.

"How utterly clueless about romance!"

The Ice Crystal Bodhisattva slowly raised her palm, which covered the sky and the moon as she arrived.

"Tomioka, take Ninja away! Quick!"

Faced with this overwhelming sense of oppression, the bird could only try to survive.

The aftershocks of every action in an attack of this scale are deadly.

Shinobu's lungs are severely damaged, and the wounds on her body are horrific. Even just inhaling a breath of the extremely cold air emitted by the Bodhisattva could cause her to suffocate and die on the spot.

Giyu Tomioka gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, a hint of struggle flashing across his cold, stern face.

As a water pillar, his duty is to fight the evil spirits to the very last moment.

But when he saw Shinobu Kocho behind him, her face pale and on the verge of death, he knew that Asuka's decision was correct.

"...You must not die." Giyu didn't say anything more. In a flash, he picked up Shinobu Kocho and sped away through the gap in the collapsed mountain gate.

Boom!

The moment he stepped out, the Bodhisattva's heavy blow came down!

Before the Buddha's palm even arrived, the air pressure alone had already cracked the hard frozen ground inch by inch, and the air was compressed to the extreme!

In Doma's view, this one palm strike would be enough to turn Asuka into mincemeat.

"Bark—!!"

With teammates gone and all constraints lifted, the bird has no more worries.

The scorching heat of the Nichirin blade began to change; the patterns on it seemed to come alive, twisting and contorting in a ferocious manner, emitting a terrifying roar that sent chills down one's spine!

The longsword transformed into a crimson streak of light under the shadow of the giant hand, flowing upwards! The flowing lava blade patterns slammed into the descending icy hand!

The long-dormant beast finally smelled the blood.

laugh--! ! !

The Bodhisattva's palm was pierced through!

To Doma's astonishment, Asuka slashed out a large swath of black and red fighting spirit, each wisp like a mad dog that had come to life, and pounced directly into the palm of the Ice Bodhisattva!

They have no fixed trajectory, no unified goal, they just bite wildly!

When they come together, even divine punishment from heaven will be devoured alive!

"...What is this?"

Doma's seven-colored eyes narrowed slightly, as something unexpected happened.

Whoosh!

The next second, Asuka's figure vanished from the spot!

Clang! Snap—!

He passed through the hole in the Bodhisattva's palm like a ghost and went straight to Douma.

Doma parried almost entirely with his fighting instincts, even managing to slice a gash in the fan!

"You're really amazing. I feel like I'm struggling to handle it all by myself."

"Come, my children, let's dance with this troublesome guest—"

He dodged the bird's slash, and the fan surface shimmered with the light of Blood Demon Art.

The chill at the summit suddenly intensified, and several highly condensed ice crystal humanoids quickly rose from the ground!

Their appearance is identical to that of Douma himself, wielding golden fans formed of condensed ice crystals, and emanating a cold and powerful demonic aura—

This is Douma's Blood Demon Art: Crystal Child! Each ice figure possesses approximately half of Douma's original strength!

Almost the instant they took shape, the five ice puppets launched an attack from different angles!

Their movements were swift as lightning, and their teamwork was seamless.

"Go to hell...go to hell..."

The five ice puppets spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping and echoing through the shrine, sounding eerie and hollow.

Large swaths of frost and clouds surged forth from all directions, attempting to freeze the birds' movements.

Dense ice crystal lotus leaves spun and cut, icy clouds obscured vision and hindered breathing, giant thorny ice vines coiled like pythons, sharp ice pillars burst from the ground and air simultaneously, and fierce frost slashed and crisscrossed into a net!

This is an absolute killer move, a death trap.

With this move combined with the Sleeping Lotus Bodhisattva, Doma was even confident that he could annihilate all nine gathered pillars!

Boom! !

The scorching heat instantly pierced through the chest of an ice man, frantically devouring his core demonic power, causing him to collapse in an instant!

With a backhand slash, the blade sliced ​​another ice man who was trying to ambush them in half at the waist and swallowed him whole.

But every time the bird shatters an ice golem, a new ice golem will form, and the Crystal Golem's attacks never stop.

He had to constantly dodge the attacks of the Blood Demon Art and the Sleeping Lotus Bodhisattva, searching for an opportunity to strike on the brink of life and death.

Asuka could only stick close to Doma, trying to make up for her disadvantage in attacking within that range by engaging in close combat.

laugh--!!

"You're so clingy, are you trying to dance with me?" Doma complained somewhat discontentedly as Asuka's sharp blade severed his ribs, which showed no signs of healing.

In his calculations, the swordsman in front of him should have been unable to hold on by now, so why was he still breathing?

Douma, of course, was unaware that the demonic power he had stolen was being used by the tanuki to replenish Asuka's body, repairing the organs damaged by the inhalation of the ice fog and enabling him to continue fighting.

Moreover, birds have a strange sense of perception.

Deep within his soul, some shackles were breaking, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling.

He felt that every time he experienced a life-or-death battle and gained new power from his opponent, the sense of liberation would be stronger, and his strength would increase.

When facing the Lower Moon, the barking of the tamamo-no-Mae could only defeat the shadow and injure the Lower Moon.

Having gone through bloody battles with Akaza and Doma, the power of the tamamo-no-Mae has become stronger and more profound.

After absorbing stronger demon blood, the mongoose also grew stronger.

If he were to encounter that Lower Moon demon again, he could be completely devoured and skinned alive by just one of its hounds!

"Alright, I take back what I said. Please don't turn into a demon." Douma's expression had become serious. This time, his words weren't a joke; they came from the bottom of his heart—he didn't want to see Asuka again.

"If you become an Upper Moon and challenge me to a bloody battle or something, I'll be scared."

"That's enough, you lying devil." Asuka slashed open Douma's golden fan, wisps of white breath from her mouth and nose spreading out with her words: "You have absolutely no emotions."

"Huh?"

“Your heart is completely empty, and your emotional energy is like a dead thing.”

The bird dodged the incoming icicle and let out a cold laugh from the bottom of its heart:

"They can't feel joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness themselves, yet they clumsily imitate others."

"I don't understand who you're trying to impress with this act? What is the point of you even living in this world?"

"..." Doma's cheek was grazed by Asuka's sword wind, and blood gushed out immediately, but he did not show any pain.

He stared coldly at Fei Niao, his tone equally icy: "You really are a wicked fellow, why are you saying such hurtful things?"

As he spoke, he threw away the broken weapon, then took out two golden fans and unfolded them simultaneously, with even greater force.

Was he truly enraged? Perhaps only he himself knows.

boom--! ! !

Just as their battle had reached its climax and both were covered in wounds.

A figure brimming with violent momentum soared into the sky! With a single kick, it shattered the giant palm of the Sleeping Lotus Bodhisattva that was about to strike the bird's back!

Both of them looked over in surprise.

The visitor was shirtless, a truly peculiar sight atop the snow-covered Miaogao Mountain.

Wearing a wild boar headgear, he unleashed a few punches that destroyed all the ice men attacking from a distance, radiating an extremely terrifying aura.

Inosuke? Asuka was taken aback, but quickly realized something was wrong.

Why does he have such a strong ghostly aura?

Chapter 83 Uninvited Guest

Inside the Hayama Dojo, the sounds of swords clashing were incessant, each impact accompanied by a heavy breath and a suppressed groan.

"Hoaah—! Beast Breathing - Second Fang - Blade Clash!!"

Inosuke let out a beast-like roar, tearing the two wooden swords into wild trajectories as he unleashed his self-created sword technique.

However, although he was strong, his lower body was weak and unstable. His forward momentum was too strong, leaving his center wide open.