"Is this the second phase?" Lexon watched Gyokko, who was radiating "confidence" from head to toe, and murmured to himself.
Lexon already knew that Gyokko had a second phase, so he wasn't surprised.
What he was more concerned with was the Mist Breathing he had just used.
Through the experiment just now, Lexon had come to understand the function of the thick mist.
To obstruct vision and disorient.
That was the use of the thick mist.
Gyokko's Blood Demon Art from before hadn't actually attacked every part of the hall. After entering the thick mist, those sharp-toothed slime fish had all charged off in strange directions, merely thinking that their direction was correct.
And the First Form: Clearing Mist could be considered a technique Lexon had created himself.
The experiment proved that the effect was good.
'I'll keep it just like that.'
Lexon thought.
Just like that, the creator of Mist Breathing decided on the name of a technique.
He still had many ideas he wanted to test.
They were all the results of the wild, unrestrained thoughts he'd had on the road.
'But with Gyokko having evolved to his second phase, it seems the difficulty is a bit high for testing...'
'Forget it.'
'I'll find a weaker demon to test them on later.'
While thinking this, Lexon silently recited in his mind.
[Activate Demonization]
In the distance, Gyokko, who was still admiring his perfect body, suddenly felt a jolt. A strange sense of panic surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but look at the "demon hunter" he thought was a trapped rat.
But he discovered that the other party had changed his appearance in an instant.
The demon hunter's black hair grew longer, cascading down to his shoulders. The whites of his eyes suddenly turned black, and his two eyes were like deep, silent abysses, black holes that swallowed everything, devoid of any sign of life. Deep, long blood-red stripes appeared on his cheeks, and the slender flesh of his neck folded back, faintly revealing some kind of sinister gaze.
"What's going on?!!!!" Gyokko screamed loudly, his confident heart suddenly faltering. The other party's aura, like that of a naturally superior species suppressing a lowly mutt, was constantly washing over his spirit.
"How are you a demon!!!"
'Moreover, this aura is just like being in the presence of Lord Muzan!!!'
Gyokko felt as if his world was collapsing.
Lexon tightened his grip on the Nichirin Sword in his hand, feeling an indescribably powerful force within his body.
This wasn't his first time using Demonization; he had used it before. But the transformation was completely different from now, and the amplification was nowhere near as great.
It was so great that it felt as if he could kill the terrified Gyokko before him in just a few slashes.
He was a little shocked by his own strength at this moment.
In fact, this was to be expected. Even without demonizing, Lexon already possessed the strength of a peak human, allowing him to contend with powerful demons, let alone after becoming one.
The power amplified by becoming a demon stacked with the power he already possessed as a human was not as simple as one plus one; it was more of a qualitative change.
Just like the Upper Rank One, Kokushibo, who was originally a top-tier swordsman among humans who could use breathing techniques. His strength after becoming a demon was so great that he became Upper Rank One.
And the power gap between Upper Rank One Kokushibo and Upper Rank Five Gyokko was as large as a cliff.
"Water Breathing, First Form: Water Surface Slash."
He circulated his Water Breathing. Rippling water clung to the blade, but it seemed as if an indelible trace of black was mixed within the current.
"Wait, wait, wait—" Gyokko roared madly. "We're both demons! Both demons!"
He had always been one to bully the weak and fear the strong. Seeing the other's terrifying top-down aura and invincible posture, he couldn't even muster the will to fight back and couldn't help but try to appeal to their kinship.
But Lexon paid him no mind.
The black and blue current of water reached Gyokko in an instant, and the blade hidden within it slashed across his body.
In a moment, Gyokko's scaly body, which he prided himself on being harder than diamond, was cut like tofu, sliced diagonally from the top left of his torso to the bottom right.
"How could this be..." More baffling to Gyokko than the pain from his body was the fact that his body had been cut so easily.
"Wait!" Gyokko begged for mercy, his face filled with terror.
But his hand snaked out towards Lexon.
In his demonized state, Lexon's reaction was extremely fast. Before Gyokko's hand could get close, it was severed by the Nichirin Sword.
He had no intention of being touched by Gyokko's hand, because Gyokko's "God Hand" could turn anything it touched into a fish.
"So dishonest."
Lexon's voice at this moment was abnormally hoarse, like the vexing whispers from the netherworld.
He continuously swung the Nichirin Sword, severing Gyokko's limbs, but perfectly avoiding his neck.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" At this moment, Gyokko could do nothing but scream madly.
The other party's speed and strength were far beyond his own, and there was a natural oppressive aura. Moreover, for some reason, the other party seemed to know his Blood Demon Arts like the back of his hand.
Whenever he took out a pot, the other party would just shatter it, giving him no chance to cast his techniques.
The moment his limbs regenerated, they would be immediately cut off, giving him no chance to resist.
Gyokko could only hope that his opponent's stamina would run out.
Even escaping was a fool's hope.
He felt like a pet in a cage, being toyed with at will.
The other party could clearly cut off his neck and kill him completely with ease, so why was he toying with him like this?
Gyokko didn't understand, and the resentment in his heart reached an extreme.
"Why!! Why!! You're a demon too! A demon created by Lord Muzan!! Why!!"
Only the two mouths in his eye sockets could still move, their tongues constantly flicking out as he roared.
But the only response he received was two slashes that carved out his mouths.
The world instantly fell silent.
Within the entire hall, there was only the sound of a sword continuously slicing through limbs.
Lexon at this moment was like a crazed demon, silent, only madly swinging the Nichirin Sword in his hands.
Gyokko's recovery speed was absurdly fast, and Lexon's swinging speed was equally absurd.
In one second, he swung dozens, even hundreds of times.
One minute passed... ten minutes passed... thirty minutes passed... an hour passed...
The demonized Lexon's stamina seemed as if it would never run out.
But Gyokko's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse... the recovery speed of his limbs had become somewhat sluggish.
Another few minutes passed.
Gyokko's limbs had completely stopped regenerating.
Even the mouths in his two eye sockets had only grown back on one side.
All that was left was a limbless body lying weakly on the ground, unable to utter half a sentence.
Lexon deactivated his demonized state, and his body gradually returned to normal.
He sheathed his Nichirin Sword and relaxed his tired arm.
'As expected... swinging that many times still makes my arm sore!'
'The life force of a demon is really a bit terrifying...'
Lexon lifted Gyokko up, their eyes meeting.
His cold and calm eyes formed a stark contrast with Gyokko's, which were filled with terror.
The pupils, which reflected the characters for "Upper Five," trembled violently, and the emotions of shock and fear seemed about to fly out of his eyes.
"So... how should I pack you up..." Lexon propped his chin on his hand, thinking with a troubled expression.
"By the way, let me give you a little warning. If you try to regenerate your arms and legs, I'll chop you down until there's just a little bit left below your neck... and then I'll stuff you in a chamber pot... You like pots the most, don't you..."
Lexon smiled gently.
But it didn't look like a smile at all.
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