bioinnovel Chapter 373 Killing someone by destroying their spirit
Chapter 373 Killing someone by destroying their spirit
"Ughh ...
A piercing scream, inhuman and filled with extreme pain and despair, erupted violently from the very center of the energy storm!
Kokushimona's demonic body, which had been tempered for hundreds of years and should have been indestructible, was as fragile as a lone boat in the face of this perfectly replicated and enhanced ultimate technique. It was instantly swallowed up by the violent energy!
Countless sword energies, imbued with the chilling moonlight and the will to destroy, were like countless high-speed meat grinder blades, relentlessly cutting, tearing, and piercing through every inch of Kokushibo's flesh, every bone, and every internal organ from all directions, without any blind spots!
He could clearly feel his tough skin being peeled off piece by piece, his strong muscles being torn apart strip by strip, his hard bones being crushed into powder inch by inch, and his internal organs being turned into a puddle of unrecognizable mud!
The long-lost chilling aura of "death" coiled around his soul like a venomous snake.
However, Riley's control over his power was extremely exquisite, allowing him to avoid Kokushibo's vital points on the head to the greatest extent possible.
This plunged Kokushibo, who possessed powerful self-healing abilities, into a vicious cycle of unimaginable pain and despair.
His body was constantly being torn apart by the violent Moon Rainbow Sword Qi, leaving him a horrifying sight of blood and bones.
His own powerful survival instinct, combined with the demon's powerful self-healing ability, would immediately drive him to consume the life energy accumulated over hundreds of years, frantically and twistedly regenerating new flesh and bones.
But each time, just as he was reborn and his body was barely restored to its original state, he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath.
The seemingly endless, ceaseless winds of destruction would once again engulf him, mercilessly repeating the extreme torture of being torn to pieces and shattered to pieces!
This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided execution of both soul and body against Kokushibo's centuries-old pride and obsession!
He gained power by sacrificing his humanity.
He immersed himself in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years before finally comprehending its ultimate essence.
His sense of superiority as a self-proclaimed strongman...
At this moment, the opponent used the Moon Breathing technique that he was so proud of and regarded as the culmination of his life's work to ruthlessly trample and crush him into dust in a perfect manner that he could not even dream of!
Until that devastating moon rainbow sword energy finally exhausted its last bit of energy and slowly dissipated into the air.
All that remained was a huge, chilling, charred crater, like a hideous scar on the earth.
And at the very center of the crater, there was a small pile of charred, broken, and smoky remains that barely maintained a vague human-shaped outline.
Only the head, split in two by the sharp sword energy and with three dull eyes remaining, could still be vaguely identified as belonging to the once invincible Upper Moon One.
Clearly, Kokushibo's powerful regenerative abilities, which were unmatched by other demons, seemed utterly powerless at this moment. He could only cling to the last vestiges of life like a candle flickering in the wind, painfully teetering on the edge of life and death.
His eyes, which had once been filled with arrogance, coldness, and obsession, were now completely devoid of any light, leaving only boundless bewilderment, a deep-seated fear, and...
That self-deceiving pride and dignity, which had lasted for hundreds of years, was now ruthlessly crushed into dust by reality—a laughable and pathetic display.
"Why...do you also...use...the...breath...of the...moon...?"
Just before his mutilated head was about to completely disintegrate and vanish, Kokushibo's broken vocal cords vibrated with difficulty, squeezing out a barely audible question, like a leaky old bellows.
This almost exhausted all the last of his strength.
Riley walked steadily to the edge of the pit, looking down at the dying swordsman who had once stood at the pinnacle of demons, as if he were an ant.
"Artificial intelligence, kid."
As the battle came to a complete end, Riley's voice remained cold and indifferent, but now it clearly carried a hint of undisguised mockery and ridicule.
He casually swung the Nichirin Blade that originally belonged to Muichiro, the blade drawing a chilling arc in the air. Deliberately, in front of Kokushibo's gradually unfocused eyes, he performed a few more precise basic sword techniques of Moon Breathing.
The movements were fluid and graceful, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.
Those unaware might mistakenly believe that Riley was the true creator of Moon Breathing, and that Kokushibo, lying on the ground barely alive, was merely a clown who had stolen a trick or two.
"You think my previous dodges were because I was afraid of your flawed swordsmanship? No, it was just so that one of my special partners could observe, record, and thoroughly analyze your... well, those moves and data that are barely of any reference value."
As he spoke, Riley tilted his head slightly, and the visor on his black mask seemed to flicker with a faint light, as if he were silently listening to a stream of information that only he could receive.
Then he continued speaking. His tone was casual, yet every word was like the sharpest blade, slicing cruelly at the remaining consciousness of Kokushibo:
"Thank you for your excellent demonstration; the data collection was very comprehensive. Now, my 'partner' has fully mastered and optimized your 'Breath of the Moon,' including this final move. So..."
Leili paused, his cold gaze falling on Kokushibo's head, which was rapidly dissipating.
"You are no longer of any use. Go to hell and atone for the lives you've taken over the years!"
"You...you said...demonstration...?! Data...?!"
Kokushibo's three remaining pupils contracted and trembled violently, as if they were about to explode, because of the cruel truth he learned in the last moments of his life, which was far beyond his understanding and imagination!
Although Kokushibo had no idea what "artificial intelligence" was or what kind of strange technique data analysis was...
But Riley’s actions just now are enough to prove that what he said is true!
The Moon Breathing technique, which he had poured his life's blood and sweat into perfecting, had now become the other party's possession!
At that moment, an intense pain and a sense of absurdity, far more intense than being torn to pieces, emanating from the depths of his soul, violently assaulted his last vestiges of consciousness.
He pursued the ultimate swordsmanship throughout his life...
He gave up everything to gain this power...
In the eyes of the other party, it was merely a "performance" used to collect data?
Is the breathing technique he cherishes as his lifeblood merely a set of "data" in the other party's analysis database that can be copied and optimized at will?
He abandoned his wife and children, abandoned the honor of a samurai, and even sacrificed his human identity, struggling, studying, and killing in this world for hundreds of years in the ugly form of a demon, all for the sake of becoming the "strongest," all for the sake of surpassing that figure's efforts and obsessions...
What's the point of all this?!