Chapter 578 - 186: The Deathmatch Ends!

Chapter 578: Chapter 186: The Deathmatch Ends!

The tip of the wakizashi was aimed at the throat of the Scythe Weasel... no sword technique was used, nor any special skill, just a simple thrust to the Scythe Weasel’s vital point! Thrusting towards the Scythe Weasel’s throat!

The Scythe Weasel, with a stab wound in its left shoulder and a severely injured left arm from defending against Mukiwa’s earlier kick, assumed a chaotic posture... leaving no chance to block Aoto’s simple yet powerful strike!

The Scythe Weasel’s eyes were wide, as if the sockets were about to burst open.

All it could do was helplessly watch as the tip of the wakizashi edged closer, with wave after wave of despair and fear flooding its eyes and cheeks.

But... just at this moment when the outcome was about to be decided, an unexpected event occurred that no one present had anticipated.

"Ugh...!"

Aoto suddenly let out a muffled cry of pain, his body falling towards the ground, with the wakizashi dropping alongside, only three inches from the Scythe Weasel’s throat.

"Mr. Tachibana!"

In a reflex, Mukiwa shouted in alarm and worry at Aoto, who had suddenly collapsed.

A strong urge surged in Mukiwa’s heart to check on Aoto’s condition.

Although she wanted to rush to Aoto’s side right away... Mukiwa wasn’t a foolish woman who couldn’t see the situation clearly.

At present, Mukiwa was clear on what was most important.

Suppressing her worry for Aoto, Mukiwa quickly adjusted her posture and aimed a high kick towards the Scythe Weasel’s head, intending to deliver a fatal blow in place of Aoto.

Mukiwa’s reaction speed was unquestionably fast; she launched a pursuit against the Scythe Weasel with the maximum speed she could muster, but in that instant, the Scythe Weasel had already regained its balance and posture...

The Scythe Weasel, clutching its left arm, agilely leapt back, evading Mukiwa’s kick, with only its nose tip grazed, tearing some skin and flesh from the Scythe Weasel’s nose.

Unwilling to give up, Mukiwa gritted her teeth, advancing to launch another attack on the Scythe Weasel... but with its posture adjusted, the Scythe Weasel gave her no chance.

With a one-armed swing, the Scythe Weasel slashed forward with a vertical chop aimed at Mukiwa.

If Mukiwa continued to advance... her skull would be directly shattered.

Despite the reluctance in her heart, Mukiwa had to bite her teeth tighter and change her forward lunge to a backward leap, leaping back a step to Aoto’s side, who was struggling to get up.

The Scythe Weasel also took advantage to retreat more than ten steps, putting a long distance between itself and Aoto and Mukiwa.

"Mr. Tachibana."

Mukiwa lowered her voice urgently.

"What happened to you..."

The rest of the words got stuck in Mukiwa’s throat.

No need to ask... the scene before her eyes already answered Mukiwa.

Aoto, with a pained expression, forcefully clutched his spasming right leg with his right hand...

The tackle with the Ghost-Slaying thrust towards the Scythe Weasel was too much for Aoto’s current leg condition...

As Aoto thrust the wakizashi towards the Scythe Weasel’s throat, his right leg completely lost the strength to support his body.

Feeling as though his entire right leg had lost sensation and control, Aoto fell heavily to the ground due to an inability to maintain his balance...

At this moment, as Aoto tried to stand again, his right leg’s muscles were completely exhausted, unable to stand anymore.

No. It wasn’t just that his right leg’s muscles were exhausted... both arms, especially the right arm were spasming uncontrollably, with overwhelming fatigue making it difficult for Aoto to even straighten his waist.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, Aoto couldn’t see the "Qi Stream" emanating from the Scythe Weasel anymore, and the "momentum" had ceased to be released.

"Hah...! Hah...! Hah...! Hah...!"

The Scythe Weasel, covered in sweat, was gasping for breath... It looked at its left shoulder, still pierced by the Ghost-Slaying, and its left arm, which hung limply on its side after being broken by Mukiwa’s kick.

The Ghost-Slaying lodged in its shoulder couldn’t be easily removed, as pulling it out recklessly would likely cause massive bleeding; it could only leave it impaled in its body.

The Scythe Weasel raised its right hand, gripping its cherished blade, and wiped its throat, which was almost pierced, with the back of its hand... A chill ran from its feet to its head.

Just a little more... if that guy hadn’t exhausted his strength, it would have been dead...

More cold sweat poured off the Scythe Weasel’s face.

"I really underestimated you all...!"

From the clench of its teeth, the Scythe Weasel squeezed out cold words reminiscent of the harsh winter.

The Scythe Weasel extended its right hand to its left shoulder, with its thumb and forefinger still grasping the handle, using the other three fingers to seize the cloth on its shoulder, ripping and tossing aside its upper garment with a "tear".

Amidst the fluttering pieces of cloth, the tattoo of the Wind Demon Scythe Weasel on the Scythe Weasel’s back was revealed.

"To push me this far shows you have some skill."

"What a pity, just a bit more and you could have killed me."

Mocking laughter emerged once more from the Scythe Weasel’s face.

Along with the mocking laughter on its face... an intense hatred and anger surfaced sklarge, teeth bared in anger as its malice almost became tangible, Mukiwa pursed her lips... then silently stepped a half-step to the left, standing in front of Aoto, blocking between him and the Scythe Weasel, with both feet spread in a combative stance.