Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

After taking a deep breath, Yayoi disappeared from her original spot and appeared in front of Doma with incredible speed, swinging her sword at Doma's outstretched arm.

Even though he dodged, Doma's wrist was still severed at the root, and the iron fan crashed to the ground with a loud bang, it was quite heavy.

"Don't get distracted, you ugly thing."

"Or is it that having me alone isn't enough to satisfy you?"

Chapter 97 I died, heh~ I was faking it!

With Yayoi blocking her way, Kanae's figure completely disappeared from sight, and Doma shrugged his shoulders in disappointment.

"Well, although one delicious snack got away, at least I got one left."

The severed hand was restored in the blink of an eye, but the golden iron fan that had fallen to the ground did not immediately return to Doma's hand.

Isn't this iron fan controlled by thought?

Yayoi narrowed her eyes and kicked the severed hand and iron fan at her feet even further away.

I don't know if this thing is the medium for Upper Moon Two to unleash his Blood Demon Art, but if that guy gets his hands on something that can both attack and defend, it will ultimately be disadvantageous for me.

"Huh? You really like my fan?" Douma looked at Yayoi's little action with amusement, completely unaware of any danger.

Yayoi stopped making empty promises.

Although it was said that they stayed behind to cover the retreat, but... who would want to die if they could live?

There's only half an hour until dawn. If I can hold out until dawn, I'll consider myself to have won this battle.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form: Lightning Flash!"

Using the same tactic again, Yayoi once again narrowed the distance between herself and Doma.

Based on their previous encounters, Yayoi initially judged that Doma was likely a mage-type Upper Moon demon capable of inflicting area-of-effect damage and suppression.

Similar to Upper Moon One, he is extremely dependent on the medium through which he releases his Blood Demon Art.

If they don't take advantage of the fact that the iron fan isn't in this guy's hands to wear him down a bit more, there's absolutely no way they'll last until dawn.

"Hmm? I've been underestimated~"

Doma dodged Yayoi's repeated attacks, still having the energy to make a sarcastic remark.

"You don't think that just by getting close to me you can hurt me, do you?"

Yayoi remained silent, only relentlessly slashing her Nichirin Blade at Doma's neck.

After dozens of attacks combined, there was finally one attack that could outpace Douma's evasive speed.

Just as the blade was about to slice through Doma's neck, an unfolded pair of golden fans appeared in Doma's hand, blocking Yayoi's Nichirin Blade.

when?!

Yayoi's pupils contracted as she stared in shock at the iron fan that had appeared out of nowhere in Doma's hand.

Admiring the shocked expression on Yayoi's face, Doma swung his iron fan and sent Yayoi flying.

Blood Demon Art: Scattered Lotus Flowers

The distance is too close; there is no way to avoid it.

Yayoi could only curl up her body as much as possible in mid-air to avoid being pierced by the ice blades.

"boom--!"

Yayoi crashed heavily against the wall, her limbs riddled with ice blades, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Hmph~ Why do you think I only have that one of these things? It's so important."

Doma fanned himself with his iron fan, smiling as he looked at Yayoi, who was sitting on the ground, unable to get up.

Having confirmed that Yayoi was no longer able to resist, and with some time still remaining before dawn, Doma was in no hurry to kill her immediately.

After all, fresh desserts taste better.

In front of Yayoi, the child model slowly walked to the corner of the wall, picked up another iron fan from the ground, and showed it to Yayoi, one in each hand.

"What do you think? Aren't my two fans beautiful?"

Doma squatted down in front of Yayoi, turning the iron fan in his hand back and forth, and asked.

"Oh dear~ Don't look so resentful, it makes you look less pretty."

What Douma wanted to see was an expression of terror and despair.

It would be best to mix in some cursing and screaming as well.

There's nothing more delightful than enjoying these delicious snacks.

Doma was not worried at all about what harm Yayoi might cause him.

Judging by the timeline, the poison in Yayoi should have already spread to her limbs by now, right?

It must be quite difficult to even move a finger these days, right?

"Hmm? Why don't you show any despair?" Douma placed the iron fan back behind his waist, raised his hand and pinched Yayoi's chin, forcing her to look at him.

Are they still pinning their hopes on support that is unlikely to arrive?

"How pathetic..."

"Why don't I be the one to redeem you?"

"When I saw that you were willing to give up running away for your companions and give up your own survival, I really, really liked you."

Let's be together forever and ever.

After a heartfelt "confession," Doma seemed moved by his own words, wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, and hugged Yayoi.

Yayoi, who was "incapable of resisting," curled her lips into a cold smile, and her hand, which had been "frozen" and unable to hold the Nichirin Blade, suddenly tightened.

"Breathing of Thunder - Land Form: Lightning Boom!"

Suddenly, Yayoi Zhou Shen unleashed a series of lightning bolts, flipped his wrist, and swung a series of slashes that landed on Douma, who was still immersed in his heartfelt performance.

If it weren't for the Upper Moon's regenerative abilities far exceeding those of ordinary demons, Doma would probably have been reduced to a demon pig by Yayoi's sneak attack.

Doma deliberately distanced himself from Yayoi, his interest growing even stronger. He then unfolded both fans simultaneously and aimed them at Yayoi.

"That's amazing, you can still move."

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

Yayoi, supporting herself with her Nichirin Blade, stood up again and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

"Want to know?"

"OK."

"beg me."

As Yayoi spoke, she calmly tore off the haori that was already tattered beyond recognition from her body.

The white haori was soaked in blood, and its original color was no longer visible.

Holding the tattered haori in one hand, she tore off a strip of cloth with her teeth and tied her loose hair high behind her head.

A fierce battle awaited her. In the thirty minutes before dawn, Yayoi did not want her long hair to obstruct her vision and cause her to make a mistake, resulting in her death at the hands of this demon.

Again.

If you can hold out until sunrise, you will be the victor in this battle.

"Hahaha..." Douma raised his hand and wiped away the tears of laughter with the back of his hand. "It's always been others who ask me for favors. This is the first time an ant has asked me for something like this."

"This feeling is really novel."

"To express my gratitude to you, I have decided—"

"Let's take the upcoming battles more seriously~"

"Blood Demon Art: The Frosty White Princess".

At the same time, he waved two iron fans, and two ice sculptures appeared behind him.

The ice sculpture resembles the upper body of a young girl, with her hands forming a lotus mudra and her face expressionless as she looks ahead.

With her lips slightly parted, an even denser white mist than the ice mist that Doma had previously created overflowed from the ice girl's mouth, instantly filling the entire alley.

"It must be very painful, right?"

"Your lungs must be freezing by now, right?"

"Stop struggling, just let me eat you."

Doma kindly tried to persuade Yayoi to surrender.

In response to Doma, another slash of light nearly severed his arm.

"Really, how can someone be so stubborn?"

Doma stepped back, frowning, his face full of impatience.

"Since you really want to experience close combat, then I'll grant your wish."

"Blood Demon Art: Crystal Child".

Two ice clones, identical in appearance to Doma, appeared behind him.

He was shorter than Doma, and he held a pair of golden fans that were exactly the same as Doma's.

"Let my clone play with you~"

Doma looked up at the horizon.

There's still enough time.

Just a few minutes is enough to enjoy this delicious little snack.

Chapter 98 Come on, look at this blazing sun and tell me who's the father!

The first time he was knocked away by Douma, his body was pierced by dense ice blades, and he could clearly feel the poison traveling through his limbs and bones along the wounds.

Yayoi once thought that this was the end of her life, that her life was over.