Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 171 Exchange of Players

"Of course we have met before, brat. Don't tell me you've completely forgotten about playing a trick on us."

Very bad tone, so bad.

Lin Guang rarely felt such clear, definite and pure negative emotions when talking to someone face to face. To make an analogy, Lin Guang felt that the other party looked like someone who wanted to tear off his skin, pull out every bone, and then use his bones to smash his head.

"I'm so sorry, but my memory isn't great. Or maybe it's because we haven't met that often... Otherwise, considering your face, I wouldn't have forgotten it if we'd met a few times."

Explanation and suppression each account for half, and when dealing with impolite people, you should show your impolite side appropriately. These are some necessary social etiquette that Rinko learned from Douma.

The man protected Hinazuru behind him and slowly stood up. As he turned around, Lin Guang was able to catch a glimpse of the words on the blade. That was the symbol of the Pillar, the Wind Pillar. Was this good luck or bad luck?

"Ah—you're such a brat, you're still talking about being an Upper Rank Zero, but you don't look that strong at all. Did you carve the words in your eyes yourself?"

The drawn-out ending tone and wanton choice of words showed no politeness at all. The long sword tapped on the shoulder again and again. Such small movements also showed that the other party obviously lacked patience. Impatient, rough, and irritable were the first few words that Lin Guang thought of. They really fit his impression of the Wind Pillar, but the one in front of him seemed more exaggerated.

"You are very rude. You haven't answered my first question yet. But I am polite, so I have to correct your wording. First of all, I am not a brat. I have a name. My name is Rinkou, the rude and scarred Wind Pillar. Secondly, the words in my eyes were carved by the adults themselves."

As the opponent took a step forward, Lingguang took half a step back as if to stand up straight, and his body center of gravity shifted imperceptibly, making preparations to fight the enemy.

"My knife? Of course I can give it to you, but not to your hand. I'll use my knife to cut off your neck. Also, remember this time, brat! Fuzukawa Shima! My name!"

There was almost no accumulation of power and preparation. Lin Guang clearly captured every movement of the opponent, but the accumulation time was too short and there were no accurate movements to use as a basis for judgment. He had to rely entirely on his eyesight and trained reactions to make the correct judgment.

As the blade flew past, Lingguang jumped lightly.

The floating body was the best target. When Lingguang saw the other party's smile of success, he realized his negligence again.

At least Akaza said one thing that was very true.

"Your fighting instincts are a complete mess. They're so weak it makes me sick just looking at them."

Although it doesn't sound good, it makes a lot of sense.

"Breath of wind, form four, rising into the dust and mist."

what.

This is trouble.

Lin Guang watched the other party's movements, and estimated in his heart how many pieces of good meat would be left on his body when the knife was raised, and how many bones would be cut. Before he finished thinking, Lin Guang heard a familiar sound, the sound of dripping blood, followed by the sound of tearing wind, which was different from the sound under him.

"Circle Slash, Flying Blood Scythe."

What it's like to be in the very eye of the storm.

Lin Guang didn't know.

But now he knew what it felt like to be at the intersection of two storms. When the strong winds collided, the only one who suffered was him, who was closest to it. The intersecting winds tore at his flesh, but fortunately it was only flesh that was torn. When his feet touched the eaves, only blood dripped from all directions to the ground, and there were no broken arms or legs.

"That's really rude of you. But I remembered you, Saneya."

This sentence seemed to touch some reverse scale, as if Lingguang was not speaking, but stepping on the dog's tail.

"You little bastard! I want to see who can help you this time!"

There is a reason for Shima's confidence. The sound of knives colliding came from behind him. That was Tengen and Kifutaro, and maybe Tanjiro as well. Although Rinko didn't know what role that guy could play in such a combat situation, he was still a living person who could breathe, so he could still be of some use.

Daki was entangled by the beast and Zenitsu, and Jifutaro was entangled by Tengen and Tanjiro. Even if it was only for a brief moment, Rinko did seem to be in a pitiful state of isolation and helplessness.

At least that's the case for Shimi in front of him.

That's why he said these words so firmly, and immediately bent down to gather strength, flying towards Lin Guang in an instant.

but.

"Who told you that I must ask for help?"

This time, it was not a human but an evil spirit who showed a triumphant smile. The smile on Lingguang's face was not concealed, like a child who had won a game. The little palm was raised and passed by.

It seemed like a game to play a prank on someone, or like the random movements of someone driven crazy. Shimi didn't have time to seriously guess the deeper meaning of it, because his sight fell into darkness in the next second, pure darkness, as if the moon was plucked from the sky.

No, it was darker than that. Even on a moonless night, the stars were shining. Even on a cloudy night it would not be so dark. It was like being blinded and locked in a sealed room. It was pure and absolute darkness. Nothing around him had changed. The sounds of Tianyuan and the ghost fighting in the distance were still clear, and the roof was still under his feet. In other words, he was not pulled into anywhere, but simply affected. Whether it was a global effect or just for him, he didn't know, but it was enough to know that the place had not changed.

"These are just petty tricks! They are just shameful and unpresentable little tricks!"

The roar was filled with anger, and the blade vented its emotions, slashing from one end to the other. Even if the vision was lost, it still slashed accurately, and the power and majesty did not weaken at all.

The difference is that this time the slash was not blocked, but it also did not hit anything actual.

Cut empty?

Where have you been.

Shimi reacted quickly, his ears more acute when he lost his sight. The sound came from in front of him, very light, just the friction of fabric, almost like an illusion, but illusions were impossible at this time. The blade continued to swing forward, but his steps were heavier, each step as heavy and steady as the last. As long as he could step on something accurately, he would chase forward and swing the blade regardless of the consequences.

"Mr. Busui, be careful!"

It felt different. His outstretched legs didn't touch the eaves. Was it being led to an empty space? Shiya adjusted his body to ensure a smooth landing, while paying attention to the sounds around him.

But there was no sound, no sound at all. The boy couldn't have left, he must be around, but why was there no sound?

"Do you really think you can find me where I am without me wanting to?"

The sound was very close, almost at the shoulder, but the blade still didn't feel real when it stabbed.

"You just interrupted our game. Since you're so eager, how about you take your turn first?"

The moment the sound appeared, Shimizu swung his blade again.

"If we catch you, you're dead, okay?"

In just a moment, the swung blade had no time to be retracted, the sound came from behind, and the next second there was a clear sound of breaking through the air.