Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 179 Tactical Retreat

The blade was swung with anger, each blow faster and more powerful than the last, and the flying blade collided with the tentacles that kept emerging from the pot.

If Rinko noticed, she would definitely be surprised and complain, wondering why Tanjiro still had so much strength at this time. It was obvious that his body had reached its limit a long time ago, so why could he become stronger even at the limit?

If Rinko had looked a few more times, he would probably have noticed that the light around Tanjiro was different from what he remembered.

But Lin Guang's attention was not diverted to the battlefield in front of him at all. His brain stopped working for a moment, and his body was out of control while his thoughts were running.

What does Yuhu mean?

Weak ghosts have no value in existence.

This is the truth. Lord Muzan said the same thing. He never took this sentence to heart. The wild ghosts he didn't know on the roadside were always insignificant to him. Those ghosts were weak, too weak to be something he needed to remember. Those ghosts would not have any relationship with him. It didn't matter whether they were dead or alive.

Yes, those weak ghosts do not need to be remembered or cared about.

Dakimime is a weak demon. Rinko knows that in terms of strength, Dakimime is far from being able to reach the Upper Six. It is because of Jifutaro that the other party can reach this position. He knows it, he knows it all, but.

Just what.

he asked himself.

Yuhu was right. Daki was a weak ghost and did not need to be taken seriously. As for Jifutaro, if he could not defeat the pillar, it only meant that his strength was not enough. He was not strong enough and was still too weak.

Reason was stating calmly, but why, why was he so anxious, why was his heart beating so loudly, why did he want to do something.

Beneath his rationality was a roar at the top of his lungs, a corner that did not belong to rationality, as if a boy was pulling him, tugging him, dragging and pushing him, begging in his ears with tears and blood.

Do you want to let the things that once broke your heart happen again? Do you want to lose your friends again? Have you forgotten how tired you are?

The boy asked him, his face blurry and his voice erratic, but he asked again and again, every word piercing his heart.

"If you don't want to help, then let me go. I'm going to help them."

Lin Guang looked at the jade pot, his eyes were emotionless and his tone was flat, but his hand had already touched the pot, as if he was ready to take action at any time if you didn't agree.

If it were any other time, Yuhu would have agreed.

Whether it was because this was what Rinkou wanted, or because the boy had already used threats, or because of something else.

But this time, perhaps only this time, Lin Guang saw the same answer from the other party's actions and expressions.

That's rejection.

Silently, firmly, unwaveringly, a refusal.

Two swords fell out of the small pot, and the explosion under the accumulated power caused the tentacles to explode into a ball, just like what Lin Guang had done before. The difference was that the tentacles did not completely disappear because of his attack, but quickly launched a second attack.

"No, Rinko, if it's any other time, it doesn't matter what you do, but not now. I told you, it's very dangerous there, especially for you, at least for you, so, no."

There was no trace of anger in Yuhu's tone, and he was indeed not very angry. Lingguang was a child. Even his age and strength did not affect his inner self. His mind was still that of a child, and now was one of the rare times when Lingguang was disliked by both humans and ghosts.

The child is having a tantrum.

Tanjiro didn't understand what was happening in front of him. They were busy dealing with the pots that suddenly appeared from nowhere. All kinds of messy things always crawled out of those pots, fish with human hands, goldfish that could spit out spikes, and fish heads that ran around with pincers. They were obviously aquatic creatures, but none of them looked normal, just like the Upper Rank Five that came out of the pot. They were all a mess, and each one was very difficult to deal with.

But time will not stop or even slow down because the battle situation here is constantly changing. Time will not change in the slightest because of anyone's thoughts. A moment's delay is enough to determine the winner.

The sound of the blade cutting off the head was not loud enough, but when it reached the ears, it seemed more shocking and harsher than the thunder just now, than Tanjiro's roar, and than Tengen's attack.

"As expected, he's still a worthless fellow. Dakimaki is fine, but Kifutaro actually got his head chopped off just because of two pillars. Really? He always boasts about how powerful his poison is."

Yuhu's disdain was expressed too clearly, with only sarcasm and ridicule in his words, while Lingguang just stood there a little distracted, like a doll with a rope stretched to the extreme, completely unable to move.

Even when he was swept away by Yu Hu's tentacles, he didn't react.

"Don't even think about running away!"

The tentacles, wrapped in a cold light, naturally shrank into the pot. Shimi shouted and tried to catch up, but in the end he was slowed down by the squirming pot.

"Run? It's just you guys. Do you think I'd run away? I just want to take Lin Guang away. Otherwise, all of you guys will become my material tonight."

This was not a lie. For Yuhu, dealing with so many pillars might be a little tricky, but it was not impossible to give it a try. However, he had only one purpose in coming here, not for Jifutaro or Daki, but just for Rinkou. Even if the other party did not actively call him, he was ready to come here by himself and take this mentally abnormal kid back early.

He could have ended the fight long ago by calling him over, but he had to wait until the very last moment to remember him. If it were just two pillars and a little ghost, Yuhu could have watched Rinkou play for a while longer, but what if all the pillars were free to come over? Yuhu wasn't afraid, but who could say for sure if Rinkou would be hurt or even have his head chopped off? If anything happened to Rinkou under his supervision, he would probably be the next ghost to be beheaded and punished.

To be fair, Yuhu was not afraid of punishment, but it would be somewhat embarrassing to do it in front of Shangxian. Moreover, if he failed to do his job well, the adults would be disappointed in him, which would not be worth it.

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a mess.

Facing the battlefield before him, this was the only word Tanjiro could think of.

Collapsed houses, burning flames, injured companions, and countless innocent people who died here.

The place, which was already almost in ruins, became even more horrible after the explosion caused by Jifutaro.

I can only say that it is fortunate that the crowds were evacuated early, otherwise who knows how many more people would have died.

"Damn it, he was already like a rat, but the guy he called, Upper Rank Five, was even more like a rat. He disappeared right into the pot, what a jerk."

Shimi was so angry that he had no place to vent. He stabbed his Nichirin Sword into the ground. His fingers twitched unnaturally, his veins bulged, and his brows were furrowed.

It’s no exaggeration to say that it looks a little scarier than those upper-rank demons just now.

"But being able to successfully kill an upper rank is a great achievement."

Tianyuan came over with scars all over his body, carrying a long sword. Following him, there were also many cut marks on the haori of Obana, but there were not so many wounds on her body.

"It turns out you can't catch up with that guy at all, Busui."

But the moment he opened his mouth he added fuel to the fire.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I wasn't any help at all! I was always holding you back!"

Tanjiro lowered his head, his weak hands unable to grasp the Nichirin Sword, and he was almost relying on Nezuko's support to stand there.

"No! You're doing great!"

The resounding voice was like a thunderclap, causing Tanjiro to shudder. He was slow to realize that the hand on his shoulder came from Kyojuro.

"It's your first time fighting an Upper Rank! To be able to do this is amazing! And when you fought that strange Upper Rank! I saw it all! You're improving fast! Kamado boy! Don't underestimate yourself! This isn't your fault!"

Tanjiro didn't know whether this was comfort or encouragement, but he could see that Kyojuro's words were completely sincere and expressed his recognition of him, and that was enough.

Kyojuro turned to look at the others, still smiling and speaking with a firm tone.

"And we didn't gain nothing, did we?"