Who are you calling a stable boy?!

With the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill at its thirteenth level, Zheng Jing's strength attribute can be considered to be as high as 16 when he is wrestling.

16, a simple number, yet it carries the weight of hard work and sweat.

Zheng Jing was the one who worked hard.

"Gah..."

Sweat was now soaking through the body of the giant ghost whose head Zheng Jing had stomped on.

(Move! Move!)

He had clearly used every trick in the book, but those damned human hands and feet just wouldn't budge—

No, no!

It's moving—it's moving!

He could feel his arms and head slowly separating from his torso!

"You are indeed lucky to be the first one."

The demon, who could clearly feel himself being torn apart bit by bit, heard Zheng Jing speaking to him.

"One by one today..."

A flash of golden lightning seemed to pass through Zheng Jing's eyes.

"I'm going to tear you all apart alive."

"Gah—gaah ah—"

"Alas!"

Upon hearing the piercing scream, Zenitsu, who had just followed Tanjiro into the entrance of the mansion, involuntarily cried out in alarm.

"W-was that a scream? It was a scream, wasn't it! It was a scream, right, Tanjiro?!"

Zenitsu grabbed Tanjiro's sleeve and screamed, trembling.

"Let's just forget it, Tanjiro! Going in might only cause trouble for the master! At least I'd definitely only cause him trouble if I went in!!"

"Zhen Yi..."

Tanjiro sighed helplessly as he looked at Zenitsu.

He simply couldn't understand why Zenitsu was so timid...

Why does someone with such strong swordsmanship lack any confidence?

Chapter Eleven: Pigsy, Pigsy, Not a Bad Person at Heart

"call......"

Zheng Jing wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

"That feels so much better!"

As he said this, Zheng Jing casually tossed the head, which was rolling its eyes and drooling, onto the ground.

Stepping on the remains of the giant demon that were still gradually burning to ashes, he stretched and was about to continue walking along the corridor when his ears twitched and he heard a series of hurried and heavy footsteps coming toward him.

He currently has 13 points in his perception attribute. What does that mean?

Simply put, he is not as good as Tanjiro in terms of smell, and not as good as Zenitsu in terms of hearing—but in terms of hearing, Tanjiro is not as good as him, and in terms of smell, Zenitsu is not as good as him.

Furthermore, the owner of those footsteps made no attempt to conceal their presence. Within just two breaths, Zheng Jing could not only hear the footsteps, but also the other party's arrogant laughter.

"Hahahaha! Charge forward like a pig—charge forward like a pig—"

As the noise drew closer, Zheng Jing turned around.

"Pigs leap forward!!"

A figure rushed out from the corner of the back corridor and plunged into the wall, his body hitting the wall with a dull thud.

Upon seeing Zheng Jing, the visitor immediately stopped in his tracks.

Bare-chested, with two swords at his waist and straw sandals on his feet, this man was dressed in a rough and unrefined manner.

But what's most eye-catching is the wild boar pelt that covers the entire head. At first glance, it looks like a pig-headed, human-bodied monster that was reincarnated into the wrong body.

"I'm the best, Kirito!"

"what?"

"Oh no, I reacted instinctively when I saw the dual-wielding swordsman."

Zheng Jing smiled and waved to the pig-headed man three times.

"I'm sorry, Pigsy."

"What are you saying in your gibberish!"

Drawing his twin swords from his waist, Pig Head Sanfu charged forward. When he was a few steps in front of Zheng Jing, he suddenly leaped up, his twin swords, sharp as animal teeth, flashing along his arm and heading straight for Zheng Jing's throat.

Upon meeting, this man was like a hungry beast in the mountains finding its long-lost prey, baring its fangs and claws, and pounced straight at Zheng Jing!

Faced with this sudden attack, Zheng Jing seemed to have anticipated it. Instead of retreating, he advanced towards the pair of sharp blades. Just as the cold blades were about to arrive, he suddenly leaned down and narrowly avoided the two knives that were biting at his neck.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Jing reached out with one hand and grabbed the pig-headed man's right ankle.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to jump around randomly when you're fighting?"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing suddenly stood up straight, and with one arm, lifted the pig-headed man above his head.

"So verbose!"

With a furious shout, Pighead Three drew his twin swords and was about to slash at Zheng Jing's face.

However, Zheng Jing simply stretched out his arm, pushing him forward from his previous outstretched position, and used this sudden change in distance to make him miss his double swords once again.

"Hey, I can't hit it!"

Hearing Zheng Jing's joking, Pighead San didn't respond. Instead, he flexed his shoulder and back muscles, turned his hands around the blade, and shifted his target from Zheng Jing's irritating smiling face to the hand that was holding him.

This time, even Zheng Jing had no choice but to loosen his grip on his ankle.

But Zheng Jing did not withdraw from the matter.

His large hand, with the swiftness of a gazelle leaping from its horns, silently passed through the two intersecting beams of cold light in the air, heading straight for Pig-Head Three, who was now without any foothold and about to fall—

Her buttocks.

"Snapped!!"

A crisp sound.

The intense pain caused Pighead Three to instinctively cover his buttocks with both hands, and he spun around like a stone that had been tossed across the water, landing in a room on the side of the corridor.

"See you later, Pigsy."

Having managed to steady himself on all fours, Pig Head Three made no further movement, and Zheng Jing's voice, which sounded like it was tinged with a little tune, drifted over from the corridor.

"Don't even think about escaping—"

Just as Pighead Three was about to rush out of the room and into the corridor to fight Zheng Jing for another three hundred rounds, a drum suddenly sounded in the mansion.

"here we go again!"

Seeing the scene outside the door suddenly change, from the corridor to another room, as if the two rooms had been connected from the beginning, Pighead cursed angrily and kicked down the paper and wooden door.

It had been about three days since he entered the house, and this was not the first time he had encountered a situation like this.

But this change was definitely the one that infuriated him the most!

"Who's Pigsy?! My name is Hashibira Inosuke, you bastard!"

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"Hiss...whoosh..."

Tanjiro is adjusting his breathing.

Behind him was Zenitsu, whose hands and feet were trembling.

Before him stood a tall and imposing demon.

Not long after Zenitsu entered the mansion, they encountered an unexpected change.

The two had just stepped into a room that didn't seem particularly special, and before they could even take a closer look, they heard the sound of a drum.

When I turned around again, I found that the corridor outside the room, which should have been connected to the entrance hall, had been completely changed.

Then, the evil spirit appeared outside the room.

Tanjiro could smell several different scents in this mansion.

The strongest, most pervasive scent, almost filling the entire mansion, emanated from this evil spirit...

Without a doubt, this guy in front of me is the owner of this mansion!

(This guy has already eaten a lot of people!)

Tanjiro tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, realizing that the tall, pale-skinned demon before him was no ordinary person.

Facing such a demon, if he were still someone whose movements were previously hampered by his injuries, I'm afraid...

Fortunately, he received help from Zheng Jing before entering the mansion.

Moreover, he was not alone!

And Zenitsu fought alongside him!

"Zenitsu, I'll distract him while you find an opportunity to cut off his head."

Upon hearing this, Zenitsu, who was already trembling, stared in disbelief and pointed to himself.

Me, me?

I'll cut off that monster's head?

real or fake? !

—That's what he wanted to express.

Even though he knew he couldn't shout or yell, Zenitsu only hoped that his actions would make Tanjiro understand his feelings.

Unfortunately, Tanjiro didn't even look in his direction.

"I am Tanjiro Kamado, a rank 3 in the Demon Slayer Corps! I'm here to take your head!"

Tanjiro drew his Nichirin Blade and shouted.

However, the demon seemed not to hear Tanjiro's voice and remained standing there, even muttering something to itself.

Seeing this, Tanjiro did not hesitate. He bent over, drew his sword, and stepped forward to strike the demon's arms.

Although the Nichirin Blade can greatly suppress the regenerative ability of a demon no matter where it is struck, if you don't choose the neck, which is the only fatal spot, you are very likely to be wounded and killed by a skilled demon when you strike.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, when a swordsman slays a demon, he will prioritize the demon's neck.

However, things are different for Tanjiro at this moment.

He is not fighting alone!

Attacking the demon's arms would not only attract its attention, but if successful, it would also remove a major obstacle for Zenitsu's decapitation.

(Success!)

Upon reaching this distance and seeing that the opponent still made no move, regardless of whether the opponent was truly lacking in strength or simply careless, Tanjiro's Nichirin Blade would not hesitate for even a moment!

—"Thump."

Chapter Twelve: Go and say what you have to say to my Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!

Blood Demon Art.

Some powerful demons not only possess immense strength and immortality, but also have the ability to use various strange and special abilities.

This wasn't the first time Tanjiro had encountered a demon capable of using "Blood Demon Art".

So when the room he was in, or rather the entire space, changed because of the drumbeat sounded by the evil spirit, he was surprised but not flustered.

At least he wasn't as flustered as Zenitsu.

Clearly, Zenitsu had never actually fought against a demon who could use Blood Demon Art.

However, thanks to Tanjiro's explanation and his own strength as a swordsman, the two of them looked disheveled but were not actually harmed when facing the demon's Blood Demon Art.