"Don't be careless! This kid's techniques are very bizarre!"
Obanai finally couldn't hold back anymore. Using the scattered dust as cover, he used an extremely strange, twisted movement technique that completely defied the common logic of human joints to instantly circle behind Yamada's blind spot as he landed.
Serpent Breathing, Third Form: Coil Choke!
The wavy nichirin blade carried a lethal curve, silently sweeping toward the back of Yamada's neck.
At the same time, Muichiro, who had been dazed, also moved.
Mist Breathing, Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Slash!
A large expanse of thick white mist spread through the courtyard without warning, completely obscuring everyone's vision.
Muichiro's petite figure seemed to blend into the mist as he silently slid forward toward Yamada's chest from the front.
Front and back, a perfect pincer kill!
However, playing at sneak attacks and vision obscuration in front of Yamada, who possessed the Sharingan? It was simply asking for humiliation.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan emitted a cold red light within the mist.
Obanai's proud, bizarre movement technique was full of openings under the Sharingan's insight.
Yamada didn't even turn his head. His right leg, carrying the sound of an airburst that tore through the atmosphere, kicked backward fiercely.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Obanai was kicked squarely in the chest by Yamada along with his blade. He was sent flying instantly, only stopping after crashing through a large tree.
At the same moment he kicked Obanai away, the lightning-patterned Kusanagi Sword in Yamada's hand performed a stunning flourish in front of him.
Clang... Clang...
A series of dense metallic clashing sounds rang out in the thick mist.
Muichiro's high-speed consecutive slashes, hidden within the mist and originally thought to be undetectable, were all parried by Yamada with his Kusanagi Sword.
With every collision, Muichiro's hands were jolted until they went numb. He was eventually forced out of the thick mist, looking at Yamada with a face full of astonishment.
"How is it possible? He completely saw through my movements? No, he could even predict where my blade would land in advance?!" Muichiro's eternally blank expression finally crumbled.
"Who else?"
Yamada gave his sword a casual swing, and the violent wind instantly blew the surrounding thick mist away completely.
Holding his lightning-sparking black sword, he stood in the center of the courtyard. His scarlet eyes scanned the surrounding Hashira, who were either shocked or paralyzed, his tone filled with undisguised mockery.
"This is the Demon Slayer Corps' strongest combat power? If this is all you've got, then I suggest you disband as soon as possible. With these soft, so-called 'sword forms,' you're just fodder for the Twelve Kizuki."
These words didn't do much physical damage, but they were extremely insulting.
"Namu Amida Butsu..."
Just then, an extremely low voice that seemed to resonate in one's chest rang out.
Stone Hashira Himejima Gyomei, who had been standing on the edge shedding tears, pressed his hands together and slowly walked forward.
"What pitiful arrogance. Since that is the case, I can only use this remnant of a body to make you see reality."
Boom!
Gyomei suddenly opened his completely blind white eyes, and the muscles all over his body instantly swelled to a terrifying degree. He grabbed the chain connecting his giant flail and broadaxe, swinging them wildly above his head.
As the acknowledged strongest Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, the terrifying wind pressure generated just by Gyomei spinning his weapons caused the surrounding pebbles to shatter and fly.
Stone Breathing, First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar!
Accompanied by a roar, the giant iron ball and broadaxe, weighing hundreds of kilograms and carrying destructive kinetic energy, smashed toward Yamada from both sides simultaneously.
Even an Upper Rank Demon wouldn't dare take this kind of pure mass suppression head-on.
"Finally, someone with a bit of strength."
Facing this terrifying pincer attack that could crush a person into pulp, the fighting spirit in Yamada's eyes boiled over. Instead of retreating, he advanced.
The Chakra within his body was accelerated and activated at this moment, not only pouring frantically into the Kusanagi Sword in his right hand but also spreading to every cell in his body.
Lightning Release: Chidori Current!
Zzzzzz—
Boom!!!
It was no longer just lightning attached to the blade, but an extremely massive, blindingly bright high-voltage lightning net that instantly exploded outward from Yamada as the center.
Clang!!!
Holding his sword with one hand, Yamada slashed fiercely against the giant iron ball whistling toward him.
The deafening metallic explosion made everyone present cover their ears in pain.
To everyone's disbelief, that giant iron ball made of top-grade scarlet ore and practically indestructible was actually forced back by Yamada's single strike.
The ground beneath Yamada's feet, unable to withstand this terrifying reactionary force, instantly collapsed into a crater five meters in diameter.
"He can take Gyomei's frontal attack head-on with one hand?!" Giyu, who had originally wanted to help Yamada, now had his hand completely frozen on his hilt.
Is he even human?! This is a monster in human skin!
"Since you've all made your moves, it's only polite for me to return the favor."
Within the crater, Yamada slowly straightened his body, his Kusanagi Sword pointing diagonally at the ground. The Three-Tomoe in his eyes slowly stopped spinning, and a wicked smile curled on his lips.
"Friendly tip: this next move is a bit numbing."
The moment his voice fell, Yamada's free left hand extremely quickly formed a one-handed seal.
Boar-Monkey-Ram!
The stray currents that were already permeating the courtyard air completely went berserk at this moment.
Lightning Release: Chidori True Spear!
Boom!!!
Hundreds of purple lightning bolts erupted from Yamada as the center, like a divine punishment sent by the God of Thunder, raging wildly in all directions along the ground.
This wasn't swordsmanship at all, this was an indiscriminate AOE attack.
"Not good! Get back!"
Sanemi and Tengen were pale with fright, desperately trying to retreat.
But how could a mortal body be faster than the speed of lightning?
Even the fastest-reacting Gyomei and Kyojuro only had enough time to hold their nichirin blades across their chests.
The crackling, violent lightning instantly engulfed the entire courtyard.
"Aaaaaagh!!!"
Accompanied by several pained groans, the dazzling lightning gradually dispersed.
The vast Ubuyashiki courtyard had now been completely turned into scorched earth.
And those high and mighty Hashira, hailed as the strongest combatants of the Demon Slayer Corps...
Sanemi was on one knee, smoke rising from his body, his nichirin blade stabbed into the ground to barely support him from falling.
Tengen's hair was standing on end from the electricity, and he was twitching like a piece of charcoal.
Obanai and Muichiro were also without exception in a state of severe muscle paralysis, unable to move even a single finger.
Even the strongest, Gyomei, was leaning on his knees, gasping for breath, his muscles spasming uncontrollably.
A total defeat!
And they were instantly taken down by a single move with no suspense!
A breeze blew past, scattering the pungent smell of ozone in the air.
Yamada's breathing hadn't even faltered in the slightest.
He unhurriedly sheathed his Kusanagi Sword into its black scabbard.
"I told you, taking you on one by one is a waste of time."
Yamada walked to the edge of the porch, pulled his Haori back from the completely stunned Shinobu, and casually draped it over his shoulders.
He looked down at the Hashira kneeling all over the ground, his dark eyes returning to their usual calm. "Now, I don't think anyone has any objections, right?"
Dead silence.
No one spoke, and no one could speak.
But in the eyes of every Hashira present, besides shock and unwillingness, there was more of a deep awe for an absolute powerhouse.
Standing to the side, Shinobu looked at the young man clad in a black Haori, who had trampled several Hashira underfoot, and felt her heart beating more violently than ever before.
'This arrogant idiot... he really took them all down by himself.'
Shinobu's cheeks were inexplicably burning hot, her eyes full of admiration. Her previous self-rationalization reached its peak at this moment.
[Ding! Detected that the host has crushed the Demon Slayer Corps' highest combat power, the Hashira, with absolute strength!]
[Completely subverting the pride and perception of the Hashira, reshaping the combat power system!]
[Key character Kochō Shinobu's favorability has increased!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining Dimension Points: 5000!]
Hearing the extremely generous income prompt in his mind, Yamada stretched contentedly.
"Let's go, Shinobu. Fight's over, let's go back and eat."