Since demons can ignore physical injuries, then the heart is not a fatal wound for them.
Akihiro was willing to let his heart be pierced for a more advantageous position.
Yamibari's sharp claws pierced into Akihiro's chest. Just as he was about to pull them out to cause further damage.
Akihiro endured the sharp pain and took another step forward, simultaneously spraying a mouthful of blood directly onto Yamibari's face, obscuring Yamibari's eyes.
"Damn it, I'm not even that insidious. Dare you fight fairly and squarely?"
Yamibari vigorously shook his head, trying to shake the blood off his face.
One of his hands had pierced Akihiro's chest, but his other hand was not idle. Relying on instinct, he fiercely clawed at Akihiro's neck.
If Yamibari managed to grab Akihiro's neck and twist off his head, Akihiro would have no room to resist. Yamibari wouldn't give him time or opportunity to regenerate.
Akihiro was unwilling to engage in a direct confrontation. Now, Yamibari's vision was blurred, his attack trajectory wasn't as tricky, and his speed was a few beats slower, allowing Akihiro to quickly grab his wrist.
Then, using Yamibari's own strength, he gently lifted upwards, causing Yamibari's attack to lose its aim and force.
At the same time, Akihiro's right hand, with fingers pressed together like a blade, fiercely chopped at Yamibari's arm that was stuck inside his body.
After seeing Yamibari effortlessly recover from the headshot, Akihiro immediately understood a truth: when demons fight demons, they can't be afraid of getting hurt, because for demons, although painful, any injury is ultimately harmless.
Yamibari hadn't expected this newborn demon to be so ruthless, to possess such insidious attack methods.
He felt an intense pain in his right forearm, then his entire elbow flipped over. His arm bone was broken, and Yamibari's entire right arm was now limp and powerless.
Yamibari hated Akihiro's fighting style the most—scheming and using dirty tricks.
Fighting should be head-on! It should be a direct clash, regardless of who wins or loses. A passionate, direct battle was what Yamibari yearned for.
"Brat, you've enraged me."
"The difference in strength cannot be compensated for by petty tricks. I will tear off your limbs, cut off your head, and then burn you to ash when the sun rises."
Yamibari originally didn't intend to use his full strength against a newborn demon.
In this hunting ground, there were originally two demons sharing it, but somehow a Demon Slayer appeared, and that Demon Slayer was very powerful.
The other demon was instantly killed by the Demon Slayer.
Yamibari observed from afar at the time, and he was filled with lingering fear after seeing the battle's outcome, because he had originally planned to cause trouble for that Demon Slayer, but thankfully another demon got to him first.
Logically, he should have left this hunting ground and avoided that Demon Slayer.
But for some reason, subconsciously, Yamibari was always unwilling to leave, even if his life was in danger, he refused to leave.
During this period, that Demon Slayer had been living in the town below, which made Yamibari hesitant to act, and that town was his main food source.
It was only last night that a child got lost in the snow, allowing Yamibari to have a full meal.
If he used his full strength... he would be hungry again.
Hopefully, that Demon Slayer would leave soon.
"Blood Demon Art: Blade Prison!"
Yamibari was not an ordinary demon; he had already mastered a Blood Demon Art. Although he had just mastered it and was not yet proficient, it was more than enough to deal with a newborn demon.
A massive katana, one and a half meters long and twenty centimeters wide, appeared in Yamibari's left hand.
The iron-wrapped hilt of this sword was sharply angular. Since the distance was too close and his left hand was extended, making it impossible to slash Akihiro, Yamibari directly slammed the hilt hard into Akihiro's side face.
Hearing the whistling wind, Akihiro was startled. He hurriedly tilted his head, trying to avoid the hilt's strike.
But this sword suddenly appeared in Yamibari's hand, and the hilt wasn't short, making the distance to Akihiro extremely close.
Because he hadn't expected Yamibari to use a Blood Demon Art, Akihiro immediately fell into a disadvantage.
Combat is like that, changing in an instant.
Akihiro tried his best to dodge but was still struck by the sharp, iron-wrapped hilt. A terrifying large hole appeared directly on the side of his right face, and the skin and muscle around his face were torn off.
With his head severely injured, Yamibari directly kicked Akihiro away with a fierce kick.
Akihiro, sent flying, crashed against the cave wall, feeling excruciating pain throughout his body.
Immediately after falling, Akihiro quickly adjusted his body, trying to get up.
But Yamibari didn't plan to give him that chance. The giant katana fiercely slashed towards Akihiro's head, directly cutting off Akihiro's head.
Then Yamibari bent his leg and kicked Akihiro's head high in front of him. The sharp tip of the katana piercingly stabbed through Akihiro's head, pinning it to the wall.
And Akihiro was in the midst of the immense shock of being decapitated for the first time.
If his head, though incredibly painful, hadn't still retained consciousness, allowing him to see Yamibari's gleefully mocking expression, Akihiro would have almost thought he was dead.
"Hmph, still want to fight with me? Just die."
Yamibari scoffed at Akihiro, stomping on the limbs of Akihiro's headless body lying on the ground, then directly sat on it.
Akihiro said nothing. His current feeling was very strange, but being able to personally witness his own headless body having its limbs broken by someone was a terrible experience.
"So, I'm this weak?"
"And I wanted to create a world without demons... Tanjiro, big brother is too useless."
In fact, Akihiro had already done very well. For a newborn demon to contend with a demon who had lived for decades, let alone kill the opponent, even causing damage would be impossible.
And Akihiro, using some tactics and strategies, managed to blow up Yamibari's head once and break Yamibari's arm once. This was already a remarkable achievement.
Yamibari sat on Akihiro's headless body. He was too lazy to set his own bones, so he simply tore off his left arm, and then, after a few breaths, a perfectly new left arm reappeared.
"Hey, brat, I was kind enough to offer you food earlier, but you didn't eat. What do you think now?"
Now it was the victor's taunting time.
But Akihiro remained expressionless, not saying a word, because he was not willing to give up yet.
He was currently trying to connect with his body, trying to see if he could control it.
He could feel that even though his head and body were separated, there was a faint, almost imperceptible connection between them.
And under Akihiro's active sensing, this connection was strengthening. It felt like it wouldn't be long before he could directly control his body remotely.
"Brat, I'm talking to you."
"Speak up, weren't you quite formidable just now?"
Yamibari gently curled his lips, revealing a subtly malicious smile.
Akihiro's disregard did not enrage Yamibari, because Yamibari had come up with a fun idea. He looked at Akihiro, making no other movements.
Three minutes later, Akihiro was finally able to fully control his body. He planned to secretly regenerate his limbs first, then burst into action. There should still be a fight to be had.
However, Yamibari suddenly burst into laughter...
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