Chapter 572 - 185: Eternal Talent... Shines Bright!

Chapter 572: Chapter 185: Eternal Talent... Shines Bright!

With a gait as if he were strolling in his own courtyard, he subtly stepped sideways half a step, easily dodging Aoto’s thrust without a blink.

At this moment, the sound of wind-breaking came from behind Scythe Weasel’s head—it was Mukiwa’s leg kicking in.

She had stealthily snuck behind Scythe Weasel, attempting to launch a surprise attack on him... However, her actions had long been seen through by Scythe Weasel.

"Your legs are quite pretty, but they lack power and speed."

As he tilted his head to dodge Mukiwa’s slender foot, Scythe Weasel mercilessly mocked her just as he had mocked Aoto earlier.

"It seems this battle will be much easier than I initially anticipated."

Scythe Weasel laughed triumphantly, then suddenly raised his sword high overhead! The glinting blade aimed directly at Aoto!

Seeing this, Aoto hastily stepped back to the left, hoping to escape from in front of Scythe Weasel.

But at that moment, a sudden gust of wind swept up... It was the whirlwind created by a swift blade slash!

Scythe Weasel abruptly changed his stance with the sword, tracing a counterclockwise arc, and in a flash, altered the raised Upper Stance above his head to a stance at his left waist.

The next instant after the stance change... an arc of light pounced at Aoto like a beast unleashed!

The sword, positioned at Scythe Weasel’s left waist, slashed horizontally toward Aoto, who was trying to move left!

Aoto, caught off guard by Scythe Weasel’s ultra-fast move, had his pupils abruptly contract.

With no time to dodge... he could only brace to take Scythe Weasel’s blow. Aoto placed the Ghost-Slaying vertically before him, hiding himself in its shadow.

Clang!

Sparks erupted.

An unstoppable force like shockwaves surged at Aoto, one after another.

Scythe Weasel’s speed wasn’t the only thing—his strength was not to be underestimated!

If at peak condition, taking Scythe Weasel’s attack would have been no problem.

Yet... this world does not entertain "ifs."

Unable to withstand Scythe Weasel’s strike, Aoto’s Ghost-Slaying was flung aside, leaving his defenses wide open!

Scythe Weasel was readying another lethal strike towards the exposed Aoto, but Mukiwa’s timely support arrived—a swift kick aimed at Scythe Weasel’s lower back.

If he ignored Mukiwa’s attack, he feared his waist would break from the kick... Begrudgingly, Scythe Weasel had to halt his attack on Aoto.

However, Scythe Weasel did not intend to let Aoto off so easily.

Though he didn’t slash at Aoto, he swiftly kicked up, aiming a kick at Aoto’s chest while simultaneously twisting his blade to slash at Mukiwa’s incoming leg.

Aoto hurriedly pulled his left arm in front, meeting the kick with a loud, flesh-on-bone impact sound.

Unable to dissipate the enormous force, Aoto was knocked back a few steps in a low trajectory, his back making contact with a tree trunk.

Leaves fluttered down, scattering over Aoto as he slid down the tree’s trunk to the ground...

After kicking Aoto away, Scythe Weasel could finally focus on dealing with Mukiwa.

At this moment, Scythe Weasel acutely noticed that Mukiwa kept glancing at Aoto, who was still lying beside the tree root, her beautiful eyes betraying undeniable worry.

"What’s this? You care a lot about that person’s condition?"

Scythe Weasel continued his taunting.

Ignoring Scythe Weasel’s jibes, Mukiwa gave him an angry glare and then concentrated fully on a fierce engagement with him.

Mukiwa’s martial prowess was indeed formidable; facing a powerful foe like Scythe Weasel, her fists and feet against his blade, she did not quickly succumb.

But, "not quickly succumbing" was the limit of what Mukiwa could achieve for now.

Even though she strained herself to the fullest, her fists and feet couldn’t even graze the hem of Scythe Weasel’s garment.

At this point, Scythe Weasel intentionally left an opening, and an error from the unguarded Mukiwa exposed a flaw in her previously tight stance.

Scythe Weasel showcased his sharp "opportunistic grasp" at this moment.

As soon as Mukiwa revealed a flaw, he spun on his left foot, delivering a vicious spinning kick towards her.

Mukiwa hastily crossed her arms into an "X" in front of her body.

Bam!

Following Aoto’s earlier hit, the space was once again filled with the loud crack of bone and flesh colliding.

But in the instant Scythe Weasel’s kick connected with her arms, Mukiwa adeptly used a special force-dissipating technique, nullifying most of the power in his kick.

Yet despite this, the remaining force was still hard on Mukiwa.

Under the influence of the recoil, Mukiwa retreated several steps before halting her body.

By coincidence—due to Scythe Weasel’s kick forcing her rapid retreat, Mukiwa found herself beside Aoto, who was still leaning against the tree trunk, lying on the ground.

——So strong...

Mukiwa, massaging her aching arms, glared at Scythe Weasel with a complex gaze filled with chagrin, reluctance, and melancholy.

Meanwhile, Scythe Weasel kept a mocking, playful smile.

He was like a hunter toying with its prey, in no rush to immediately slaughter what lay under his control.

While twirling his sword, he leisurely approached Aoto and Mukiwa.

"Well? Do you still have the strength to get up? Any way to keep fighting?"

The ease of this battle compared to his expectations left Scythe Weasel in high spirits.