What?!
One arm instantly severed, Rokuro hastily turned around, only to see a flash of lightning instantly flicker past from beside him!
What the hell had just charged past?!
Turning to look again, he saw at the other end of the narrow walkway, a blond youth standing there with his back to him.
Rokuro had some impression of this blond kid.
It wasn't because this kid was strong—on the contrary, it was because he was pathetically weak.
Before the battle began, just looking back at him once had scared him into instantly fainting, collapsing straight to the ground and playing dead.
Honestly, in decades, this was the first time Rokuro had seen a Demon Slayer with such small courage, to the point where he couldn't even be bothered to finish off this blond kid, simply treating him as someone who had scared himself to death...
But now it seemed, not only had this blond not completely fainted, he had been hiding his abilities all along, secretly planning to ambush him?
One foot stepping on Genya's back, looking at the opposite side where the slowly turning, for some reason eyes-closed, seemingly ready to launch another attack on him Zenitsu, a confident smile appeared on Rokuro's face.
Though this kid's speed was fast, though he had been ambushed and lost one arm, he wasn't panicked at all.
Because, Rokuro had already seen the blood that had stained Zenitsu's cheek.
Kid! You've already been hit by my technique!
Boom!
Within the narrow walkway, the thunder-like roar once again rang out!
Thunder Breathing: First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!
Zenitsu placed his hand on the hilt of his blade at his waist, slightly bent his waist, and his figure once again charged over like lightning!
At the same time, Rokuro neither dodged nor avoided, simply standing straight in place, shouting loudly:
"Blood Demon Art: Gravity Erasure!"
In the next instant, Zenitsu—who was about to charge before Rokuro—only felt his entire body lighten. The momentum of his charge was forcibly interrupted, his whole body completely uncontrollably floating up instantly, as if in outer space!
"Haha! How about it, little blondie? Tasted the power of my Blood Demon Art?!"
Looking at Zenitsu continuously twisting his body in mid-air, attempting to move forward, Rokuro threw his head back and laughed.
"Don't struggle. Forces exist everywhere in this world, and among them, the gravity that Earth exerts on us can be considered one of the most important forces.
Once you lose it, humans will be like those meteorites floating in space—only able to be helplessly manipulated by other external forces at will!"
As he spoke, Rokuro even stepped forward, reached out and forcefully poked Zenitsu's forehead.
With just this one poke, Zenitsu's entire body directly spun a circle in mid-air. No matter how he waved his hands and feet, he couldn't stop.
"Hahaha! How about it, how about it? Tasted my power?"
Appreciating Zenitsu's appearance of struggling with effort, Rokuro once again laughed heartily.
He even deliberately stepped forward, deliberately extending his neck to several centimeters beyond the farthest distance Zenitsu's blade tip could reach, tilting his face provocatively:
"Come on, come cut me again~ My neck is right here now, hurry up and cut it~ Oh~ What a pity~ Can't reach~ You just can't reach~"
Just as Rokuro focused all his attention on Zenitsu, he didn't notice that on the floor behind him, Genya—who had been pinned to the ground by multiplied gravity—was actually struggling bit by bit to crawl forward, crawling to that pool of bloodstains on the floor before him.
This was the fresh blood that Rokuro had spilled when his arm was severed by Zenitsu earlier.
Among the trio of Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Genya, though Genya appeared to have the tallest and strongest physique, in reality, his Breathing technique talent was actually the worst among the three.
Even worse than Zenitsu.
After all, Zenitsu could at least learn the First Form of Thunder Breathing, but he couldn't even learn a single form.
To the point where he couldn't even participate in the Final Selection back then, and had to sneak in by climbing over the wisteria forest...
But why could someone like him stay in the Demon Slayer Corps in the end, and even become a squad member together with Tanjiro and Zenitsu?
The answer was simple—because he was a rare "Demon Eater."
Demon flesh and blood were harder than steel. Normally speaking, forget about eating their flesh and blood, ordinary blades couldn't even harm them in the slightest.
But this world was so vast, with so many humans—occasionally, there would always be one or two anomalies born.
And Genya was precisely this kind of anomaly.
After an encounter with demons in his childhood, he accidentally discovered that he actually possessed the special ability to digest demon flesh and blood, and obtain a portion of their Blood Demon Art!
After the Mount Fujikasane incident, he privately told Master Ubuyashiki about this ability of his, and was therefore permitted to join the Demon Slayer Corps, acting together with Tanjiro and Zenitsu.
In previous missions, because of Tanjiro's powerful strength, Genya never had any opportunity to shine, just following along and getting by.
But now, it was time for him to make his move!
This demon's Blood Demon Art was truly broken. He must first obtain its Blood Demon Art before he could reverse-crack it, creating an opportunity for Zenitsu to attack!
His face pressed against the ground, moving his head with difficulty, Genya exerted all his strength to extend his tongue, licking toward that pool of bloodstains before him.
Hum!
The instant the blood entered his mouth, Genya only felt something carrying intense burning sensation violently rush into his body, rampaging everywhere inside him!
Ohhh!
This feeling, this feeling... was this the blood of a Lower Rank demon?!
So strong!
His body seemed to instantly fill with infinite power! He felt incredibly powerful right now! Truly so high he couldn't stop!
And arriving together with this power, there was also a fragment of scattered memory.
[I won't limit what methods you use, I only want the final result...]
What? What was this? Could it be this Lower Rank demon's memory?
In a daze, Genya felt as if he had arrived in a mysterious space filled with buildings everywhere. Above "him," a demon with a blurry figure, seemingly female, was standing.
This demon's appearance couldn't be seen clearly—only barely visible were her white hair and a pair of crimson pupils as bright as blood.
Who was she?
Could she be that legendary Demon King, Muzan Kibutsuji?
[Those who can do it will have the qualifications to continue living. Those who can't, those Demon Slayers will naturally clean you up for me...]
The memory cut off here. Bone-chilling cold instantly spread through his entire body. Genya could feel his body trembling uncontrollably because of fear.
No, this wasn't him being afraid—this was the original owner of these memories being afraid!
That woman in the memory, just who was she... No, now wasn't the time to think about these things. He must quickly defeat the enemy before him!
Instantly rising from the ground, behind the completely unaware Rokuro, Genya bit through his own finger, forcefully flicking his fingertip blood toward Zenitsu floating in mid-air, roaring loudly:
"Zenitsu! Charge!!"