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"But...but humans eat other animals too! Aren't we the same?"
"Yeah, you're right."
Xia Yan stopped and nodded, resting his chin on his hand.
When the Handball Demon saw Xia Yan stop, he seemed to agree with his point of view, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.
"But I'm not an animal. What they think or do is none of my business."
Xia Yan's words plunged the fragile heart of the handball demon, who had just relaxed, into despair once again.
With no way to retreat behind them, and facing Xia Yan who was still pressing forward relentlessly, the only option was to fight back!
The next second, the athletic girl transformed into a muscle Barbie, with grotesque veins and bulging muscles covering her arms and cheeks, completely ruining her youthful and cute appearance.
This time, she seemed to have learned her lesson and heeded Xia Yan's initial advice, tentatively attempting to attack him using the reflection from the wall.
Although the Handball Demon's attacks have become more varied, they are still too monotonous.
For Xia Yan, who possesses the Byakugan, he can see clearly any attack, whether it's from the front, side, or back, even if you're hiding underground and launching an attack.
"You're all sweaty, aren't you, little sister!"
"Damn it!! Don't you dare dodge, you bastard!!!"
The handball demon let out a furious roar, as if she had transformed into a ruthless ball-throwing machine.
Dark red blood mist gathered in the Temari Demon's hand, constantly condensing into temari balls, which she then repeatedly threw at Xia Yan.
Even so, they still couldn't touch Xia Yan in the slightest.
Instead, he exhausted himself and was left panting heavily.
Although Blood Demon Art is a unique ability belonging to demons, it does not mean that it is free from consumption when activated.
Blood is the source of power for Blood Demon Arts.
More accurately, it is the spiritual energy that originates in the brain and flows in the blood.
Each time a Blood Demon Art is activated, it incurs a certain amount of cost. However, most Blood Demon Arts can be reused after being activated once, which greatly reduces the cost.
For example, the Blood Demon Art of the Temari Demon creates those Temari balls that look very expensive.
Once manufactured, they can be reused without any consumption.
However, if she keeps using Blood Demon Art like this, even a demon would get tired.
Seeing that he was already panting heavily, yet still hadn't even scratched Xia Yan, a sense of despair rose in the heart of the Handball Demon.
If that's the case, then there's only one path left to take.
Thinking of this, Handball Demon gritted his teeth and, under Xia Yan's interested gaze, launched a counter-charge towards him.
"Drink-"
Just as she was about to reach Xia Yan, the Handball Demon let out a delicate shout.
She then stomped her feet on the ground with tremendous force, which instantly launched her high into the air.
Handball Demon, completely disregarding the risk of exposing himself while wearing a kimono, leaped over Xia Yan's head with a Super Mario-style jump.
She chose to take the path mentioned above!
Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Demon Girl's First Experience in the Sun
"Huh!?"
Seeing that the handball ghost chose to jump up and take the path above, Xia Yan shamelessly looked up, ready to collect a toll.
But what he saw left him frozen in place.
"Success!!!"
Handball Ghost let out a silent cheer.
She dared not make a sound, for fear of interrupting Xia Yan from his daze.
Although she didn't know why Xia Yan suddenly looked up at her and then spaced out in disappointment, it didn't stop her from taking the opportunity to escape.
After landing as quietly as a kitten, the handball ghost tiptoed towards the alley entrance.
Ten meters... five meters... one meter...
That place, as long as I can get there.
Looking at the neon lights in the distance, Handball Ghost was filled with anticipation.
If she could escape this alley, she could blend into the crowd.
By then, even this demon hunter with rare blood will have no way to catch her!
Thinking of this, the handball demon's face broke into an expectant smile...
The next second—
Just one step away from escaping this dark alley.
The handball ghost suddenly fell to the ground.
She can't feel her legs anymore!
His once hopeful eyes suddenly became empty.
Handball Ghost turned around tremblingly and saw that Xia Yan, who had been in a daze just moments before, had somehow appeared behind him and was now squatting beside him.
She lifted the hem of her kimono, and as if she had seen something incredible, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
And from the knees down, my legs became completely empty.
"This is unscientific!? How is this possible..."
Xia Yan stared at the unidentified object under the kimono of the handball demon, muttering to himself.
It was a very ordinary-looking, square-shaped white garment, devoid of any patterns or distinctive features.
Safety shorts.
The reason he was stunned was because when he looked up again, he saw this thing.
"Why do safety shorts exist in this day and age?! Have safety shorts been around for that long?!"
"Could this be the legendary power of censorship!?"
Xia Yan muttered a joke that no one could understand, and casually sliced off the regrowth legs of the handball demon to prevent her from having any thoughts of escaping.
And so they dragged her back into the dark alley.
After all, just because it's a dark and secluded corner doesn't mean that no one will come.
If someone sees him and calls the police, it would be quite troublesome for Kagaya Ubuyashiki to get him out.
Even after being dragged back, the handball demon continued to struggle unruly, getting up and throwing a punch at Xia Yan.
But Xia Yan grabbed his arm.
"Wow, look closely! Besides your face and figure, your hands are quite beautiful too. They're perfect for playing the piano."
As he spoke, Xia Yan casually severed the two arms of the Handball Demon.
Because it was severed using a Nichirin Blade, the severed arms quickly turned to ashes.
If a passing office worker saw this, they would probably be furious and accuse Xia Yan of wasting talent.
Perhaps because the constant use of Blood Demon Art had wasted a lot of stamina, and because it hadn't been replenished, the Temari Demon's regeneration speed had become very slow.
This is far less significant than the Lower Moon Six, Byakuya, who used his head to elevate Natsuhiko to the position of Storm Pillar.
It's worth noting that the parts removed from the diseased leaves back then were enough to form a low wall.
Unlike this handball devil, who looks like he's running out of power and needs to recharge after only a few uses.
But that's understandable.
After all, no matter how weak Bingye is, he is still one of the Twelve Demon Moons. Counting the ancestor Muzan above him, there are only twelve in total.
While Temari Oni is an oni with Blood Demon Arts, she has only just escaped the category of the lowest-ranking oni, so there is no need to compare the two.
"Hey, young lady, what's your name?"
"Shusha Maru".
"Well then, Zhu Shamaru, since you're so cute, I can give you a special treatment."
Upon hearing Xia Yan's words, Zhu Shawan's eyes lit up.
"Can I avoid dying!?"
"What kind of dream are you having?" Xia Yan retorted without hesitation. "The special treatment I'm giving you is that you can watch the sunrise with me. How about it, are you happy?"
Zhu Shamaru's orange, cross-shaped pupils dimmed once again.
The girl, lying quietly on the cold ground like a human skeleton, had dried tear stains on her delicate face and stared blankly at the night sky, like a fragile doll.
The scene was surprisingly filled with a strange and peculiar beauty.
Why must I always die...?
After a long pause, as if talking in a dream, Zhu Shawan raised a question.
To be honest, she wasn't actually afraid of death, because she couldn't understand the concept of death.
All she possessed was a fear of pain and an instinctive desire to survive.
From a young age, she was transformed into a demon by Muzan Kibutsuji. Rather than a demon, she was more like a young beast roaming among humans, feeding on them.
After all, an ignorant child is no different from a wild animal.
"There's no other way. If you can break free from Muzan's control, I wouldn't mind keeping a ghost for fun, since you're still quite cute."
"Unfortunately, ever since you became a demon, everything about you has been under Muzan's control."
Xia Yan shrugged helplessly, picked up Zhu Shawan, and jumped onto the tallest building in the vicinity, waiting for the sun to rise.
He wasn't making things up; he genuinely wanted to keep a ghost for fun. For him, it didn't matter how many people the ghost had killed in the past or whether it would eat people in the future, since he didn't care about the lives of strangers at all.