I created a foundation

The surprise in Nightmare's eyes has completely turned into solemnity.

For the first time, he felt such pure and primitive "animal nature" from a "human".

This even surpassed some of the lower-level ghosts he knew.

Yukino slowly raised her hands.

Those white hands that once wrote countless beautiful words and gently played piano music.

At this moment, shocking changes are taking place.

The nails of the ten fingers lengthened and became pointed at a speed visible to the naked eye, flashing with a cold light.

They are no longer human nails, but like the sharpest blades, enough to easily tear flesh.

Every knuckle seemed to contain explosive power.

This is not the end.

An even more jaw-dropping scene took place under the gaze of Nightmare and the focus of those strange eyeballs.

On the back of Yukino's fair hand, along the lines of her knuckles, tiny blue light particles began to condense in the air.

These light particles seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, quickly gathering and condensing.

The light is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, two huge, translucent saber teeth made entirely of pure energy emerged on the back of each of her hands and knuckles.

Each fang of the saber is at least half a foot long and about two fingers wide.

They appear a translucent icy blue, as if carved from the purest ice, yet emanate heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

The edge of the sword teeth flashed with a biting cold light, so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through space.

A faint halo of energy flowed on the surface of the saber teeth, flickering like breathing.

..0 0

They are not physical entities, but they are more intimidating than any weapons made of steel.

That is energy materialized.

That is the form of killing.

Yukino moved her fingers slightly, and the four energy sword teeth followed her movements, cutting through the air with a slight, whistling sound.

She could clearly feel that the four saber teeth were perfectly connected to her thoughts, like an extension of her body.

Full of power.

Full of desire to destroy.

This is her weapon.

"Ancient saber-toothed tiger form of the animal family—"

Yukino spoke in a low voice, her voice even deeper than before, with a hint of beast-like hoarseness, yet remarkably clear.

Every word was like a heavy boulder, hitting Nightmare's heart hard.

"——Human-beast form!"

The last three words sounded like thunder.

The murderous intent that was originally just an undercurrent in her ice-blue cat eyes now completely boiled and burned.

The shape of the pupils seemed to have undergone a subtle change, becoming more vertical and closer to that of a real cat.

The biting cold air swept around her, centered on her.

This is not a drop in temperature, but a field formed purely by murderous aura and pressure.

All the expressions on Nightmare's face disappeared at this moment.

For the first time, his lifeless eyes, which always wore a mask of elegance, narrowed into a dangerous slit in the true sense.

In those pupils, as dead as a deep pool, there flashed an unprecedented light.

There was shock, confusion, solemnity, and even a hint of... aroused, twisted excitement.

His pride as a lower moon was challenged like never before at this moment.

The girl in front of him, the sacrifice who should have sunk into his sweet dreams, actually showed such a strange and powerful posture.

An enemy he had never seen, nor imagined.

The flesh and blood tentacles that spread throughout the music classroom stopped their unconscious wriggling at this moment.

On the walls, floor, and ceiling, those densely packed eyeballs were all staring intently, without blinking, at the petite figure in the center of the classroom, bathed in soft light and emitting a terrifying aura.

The air seemed to solidify into substance.

Invisible tension was pulling wildly between the man and the ghost.

A real fight to the death that goes beyond the spiritual level is about to break out in the bloody music classroom.

After extreme repression, the corners of Nightmare's mouth slowly, little by little, opened upwards.

No longer that elegant and hypocritical smile.

It was a smile of a real "ghost" that was a bit hideous, a bit bloodthirsty, and a bit crazy.

It seemed that he had found a toy factory that was more interesting than weaving beautiful dreams.

Chapter 122: First Strike and the Demon's Wrath! Lightning vs. Blood Demon Art

The curve of Nightmare's lips had not yet completely disappeared, and the elegance and composure that came from a high-level predator solidified in his deep eyes.

The aura of Yukinoshita Yukino changed.

It was no longer the cold, artificial coldness of the past, with a hint of awkwardness, but a ferocity and violence that came from deep within his blood, from the wildness of antiquity. The air seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant, becoming sticky and oppressive.

Her once-fitting combat uniform was bulging with muscles, outlining her explosive lines. Smooth muscles bulged slightly on either side of her fair neck, extending to her shoulder blades. Her once-slender arms and legs were now well-proportioned and sturdy, every inch seeming to hold incredible strength.

A pair of furry, white animal ears with slightly trembling tips protruded from her black hair, alertly capturing the slightest sound around her. Behind her, an equally long, snow-white tail flicked restlessly, each swing bringing with it a gust of wind that tore through the air.

The most frightening thing is her eyes.

It was no longer the clarity of a human, but had turned into a pair of vertical pupils flashing with a cold blue light, cold, ruthless, without a trace of impurities, like a top predator locking onto its prey.

Nightmare could even clearly see himself reflected in those beastly eyes, small and ridiculous.

For the first time, he felt...tricky.

No, not just tricky.

It is a creepy sense of crisis, like being targeted by natural enemies.

Yukino didn't give him any time to adjust his mind or reassess the situation.

Before the shock of the nightmare had completely faded from her eyes, she moved.

The heel of the right foot suddenly stepped down.

"Crack!"

The hard terrazzo floor had spider-web-like cracks centered around where she stepped, and fine stone chips flew everywhere.

The terrifying power rose from her feet, passed through her tense calves and thighs, spread to her waist and abdomen, then penetrated her spine, and finally gathered in her entire body.

The next moment, her whole body leaned forward slightly, lowering her center of gravity, like a white female leopard about to pounce on its prey.

No roars, no declarations.

Just pure, ultimate killing instinct.

"boom--!"

The air was suddenly torn apart, making a dull explosion.

Yukino's figure left a faint afterimage, and her real body had turned into a white electric light that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, shooting straight towards Nightmare several meters away.

too fast!

The nightmare-like mind could hardly keep up with this unnatural speed.

His retina could only catch a blurry, ever-elongating white track. His dynamic vision, which he was so proud of, seemed so ridiculous at this moment.

He wanted to retreat, wanted to dodge, wanted to open up his invincible blood vampire magic field.

However, his body's reaction speed lagged far behind his heart, which was contracting violently due to fear.

For the first time, the shadow of death loomed so vividly in his perception.

In a flash, Yukino appeared in front of Nightmare.

The distance between the two is less than half a meter.

Nightmare could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and... the rich scent of blood and thunder that made his soul tremble.

Yukino raised her paws, which were covered with fine white fur.

The moment her claws were raised, a layer of ink-black substance spread upward from her wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly covering her entire palm and reaching every sharp and slender fingertip.

[Armament Haki Haki Hardened]!

The black is not just a color, but a manifestation of energy condensed to the extreme, exuding an indestructible metallic texture and a sharp will that seems to be able to cut through everything in the world.

The black claws flashed with a heart-pounding dark luster under the dim classroom light.

There are no fancy moves, no unnecessary movements.

It was just a simple, clean and decisive swing of the claw.

Chop down hard towards the center axis between Nightmare's head and chest!

The claws cut through the air, making a sharp "hissing" sound, and even brought up wisps of white air waves visible to the naked eye.

"Pfft——!"

A dull, teeth-grinding sound, as if leather were being torn by a blunt object, suddenly rang out in the silent music classroom.