"Hey! Coward! Stop right there!"
Caught off guard by Enmu's decisive flight, Rengoku froze for a moment before reacting and hurriedly chasing after him.
What a joke!
You, the dignified Lower Rank Two, won't even try to put up a fight and just run away at the sight of me?
In the winding corridors behind the cinema hall, Enmu ran for his life without looking back.
While running, he didn't forget to pour buckets of oil, throw iron pipes, and scatter handfuls of beans behind him—doing everything possible to obstruct Rengoku's pursuit.
What, you're asking where these oil, iron pipes, and beans came from?
Of course he prepared them all in advance!
As a demon whose frontal combat abilities weren't particularly outstanding, after that narrow escape in Tokyo, Enmu deeply learned his lesson and understood the importance of leaving himself a way out.
With the Lower Rank demons mobilizing collectively this time, Enmu specifically prepared large amounts of wonderful little props in this cinema hall he chose—props capable of blocking Demon Slayers' pursuit.
Previously, when he saw Mitsuba appear in the cinema hall, he had thought these little props of his definitely wouldn't see use tonight.
Unexpectedly, they were finally put to use...
"Damn it! Stop right there!"
The back door of the cinema hall was within reach, but behind him, Rengoku's voice drew ever closer.
Even after dropping so many obstacles, he could still catch up at such speed?
Truly worthy of being a Demon Slayer Hashira...
Looking back at Rengoku, who was rolling across the oil-slicked iron pipes on the corridor floor with astonishing balance and sliding toward him at extreme speed, Enmu couldn't help but admire inwardly.
But it was fine. He still had methods.
Quickly reaching out, Enmu immediately pulled out two pitch-black objects from his pocket. Removing the safety pins, he threw them with force toward Rengoku behind him.
[Hand grenades?!]
Seeing those two objects flying toward him in mid-air, Rengoku was greatly shocked, feeling as if his breath had stopped for an instant at this moment.
This demon before him was actually throwing hand grenades at him?!
It wasn't even using its Blood Demon Art, but throwing hand grenades at him?!
What a joke! You're a demon, alright!
You won't even use your Blood Demon Art once and just throw hand grenades at me—what's the meaning of this?!
Taking in Rengoku's astonished expression completely, Enmu merely smiled slightly.
"Goodbye, Demon Slayer."
As the words fell, he pushed open the back door before him at light speed. After running out of the cinema hall, he quickly locked the door from the outside and continued running forward.
Boom!
Behind him, the explosion of the hand grenades rang out punctually. Hearing this delightful sound, Enmu's steps even became lighter.
See, this is the power of technology...
Even if you're a Hashira, so what?
Humans ultimately have their limits. Two hand grenades down, whether you're a Hashira or whatever else, you'll all become a pile of minced meat lying on the ground!
Alright, pursuer eliminated. Next, he should go rendezvous with Ubume first...
Bang!
Just as Enmu was thinking this, another loud noise suddenly rang out behind him.
He subconsciously turned to look and saw that Rengoku had kicked open the cinema hall's back door and was charging out after him!
"Demon!!"
"What?!"
Due to the impact of the hand grenade explosion, Rengoku's clothes were slightly damaged at this moment, with some scrapes on his face and forehead.
Though he looked disheveled, he showed no obvious injuries. Moreover, he wore a face full of wild laughter, holding his Nichirin Blade and charging toward Enmu at extreme speed!
"You won't escape! Tonight I will definitely behead you!"
"How is this possible?! You didn't die?!"
Frightened by Rengoku into unconsciously quickening his pace several degrees, Enmu ran for his life in the dark night while asking in shock.
To this, the relentlessly pursuing Rengoku merely laughed heartily, then very patiently explained:
"They were merely hand grenades! As long as you execute Breathing techniques and sword forms to counteract the impact generated by their explosions, there's completely no problem!"
Hearing this, Enmu completely lost his composure.
"How could such a thing be possible?!"
What do you mean counteract the explosion's impact by executing Breathing techniques and sword forms?
Is this something humans can do?!
"But I did it! How about it? Breathing techniques are amazing, right!"
"Amazing my ass! Even hand grenades can't kill you? Just what kind of monster are you, you owl?!"
Completely breaking down, Enmu cursed loudly. Seeing Rengoku chasing closer and closer behind him, he immediately stopped his steps, raised his hand toward Rengoku, and shouted loudly:
"Take this! Blood Demon Art: Forced Unconscious Sleep Whisper!"
As the words fell, a mouth suddenly opened on the back of his hand, whispering softly toward Rengoku:
"Sleep~"
Yes, Enmu still had methods.
Forced sleep words—this was also one of his Blood Demon Art's abilities.
Through the words spoken by that mouth on his hand, he could ignore the opponent's mental resistance and forcibly plunge them into sleep—a very domineering ability.
"Ugh!"
As expected, after that mouth on his hand spoke, Rengoku behind him immediately rolled his eyes back, forcibly sent back into the dream, and collapsed straight to the ground.
"Huff..."
Seeing this, Enmu slightly relaxed his breath.
Without the slightest intention of going forward to finish him off, he immediately turned and continued fleeing.
It wasn't that he wanted to let this Demon Slayer go, but for humans who had already escaped from his dream once through their own strength—
When forcibly sent back into the dream a second time, they would often quickly realize they had returned to the dream and promptly escape.
Rashly going forward to finish him off—what if he happened to encounter this owl awakening from the dream? Wouldn't he be directly delivering his own neck?
He didn't want to take this risk. Better to hurry and run...
Boom!
But before Enmu could run two more steps, he suddenly felt a scorching heat sensation from behind.
"Demon!!"
He subconsciously turned back again and saw that Rengoku, who had just been lying on the ground, had actually stood up at this moment. Gripping that Nichirin Blade wrapped in flames, he instantly charged to behind him!
"What the [bleep]?! How did you wake up so fast?!"
Shocked by the speed of Rengoku's awakening, seeing that Nichirin Blade about to swing before his face, Enmu finally couldn't help but curse.
Damn it! Why was this cursed owl so difficult to deal with?! Don't tell him all the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps were monsters like this!
Damn it! Was he going to die like this?
Was he going to die here?
No!
He had to live! He definitely had to live!
He! Still had methods!!
"Die!"
Rengoku roared, swinging his Nichirin Blade toward Enmu's neck.
At this critical moment of life and death, Enmu's neck suddenly severed itself!
His body remained in place, but his head flew high into the air. At the severed neck, flesh instantly grew out a long, thick arm that propped against the ground, steadily supporting his head!
It was head separation!
Enmu used head separation!