Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 237 Sparring

Under the moonlight, two shadows as fast as the wind were whistling. The boy and the teenager separated at the touch. They collided and pulled in the limited space. The time they took to move from one corner of the venue to another was not even enough to take a full breath.

What a shocking scene this was, what a thrilling battle this was, making everyone who saw it forget to breathe.

The team members who had not yet rested heard the sound and came over quietly, from the corridor, from the window, and from the door that was quietly opened a crack. The time of everyone who saw this scene was quietly paused, and they just stood there stupidly. Except for those eyes, there seemed to be no one else who could move.

This was a battle that the team members could not capture with the naked eye. They should have used wooden swords because there were no sparks flying, but it did not sound like the sound of wooden swords colliding. It was almost like the dull sound of iron swords colliding, which was surprising.

It was like a storm arose out of nowhere, with rumbling thunder echoing in the earlobes and lightning with afterimages reflected in the eye sockets. Gravel on the ground flew everywhere, and the flying gravel hit the wall. It was like a concrete storm, and finally heavy raindrops fell.

This is the beginning.

The narrow space was windy for no reason.

Under the moonlight, it was clearly a duel between two people, but everything they heard, saw, and observed was far more shocking than when they were training together in the room.

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Lin Guang noticed someone the moment they stepped onto the field, but before he could shift his gaze, he was pulled back by the attack that was following closely behind. His attention and sight fell on the young man in front of him again.

"What are you looking at, Rinko?"

Muichiro's sword came from above and chopped down with great force. Lin Guang noticed that he even had a smile on his face.

“I haven’t had time to look yet.”

To be honest, Rinkou didn't care about the addition of onlookers. He guessed that Muichiro had the same opinion as him, or that the other party didn't actually notice that they already had several speechless spectators.

Did they not notice or simply not care? It made little difference. These people could not intervene in this battle. Lin Guang was sure that only Muichiro was truly immersed in the battle with him.

The feeling of fighting with Muichiro is indeed different. It is completely different from fighting with those ordinary team members. Lin Guang needs to be more focused and pay more attention than that. His mind and vision need to stay more on Muichiro.

Muichiro's speed and reaction were very fast. His loose clothes seemed to be designed to cover up his body movements. This might have a confusing effect on others, but it was not very effective on Rinkou. His eyes could clearly see the different light on Muichiro that was different from the people around him. He didn't need to analyze what Muichiro needed to do, because he had seen faster and more swift things, so as long as he was one step faster than Muichiro, it would be enough.

The alternating fast and slow movements seemed to be deliberately creating some kind of illusion, but the moment of attack was still captured by the cold light, and the falling blade was accurately blocked.

"That's amazing——Rinkou——"

The boy was not depressed or angry at all. There was only pure happiness on his face, as if it was something worth being happy about even if Lin Guang blocked every one of his attacks.

Is this something to be happy about? Lin Guang didn't think so. Perhaps it was because no one had ever been able to withstand his attack like this, and he had never been able to withstand Kokushibo's attack. This emotion that was infinitely close to recognition never appeared in his heart.

"Thank you for the compliment. Muichiro is also very good."

This is a sincere admiration. As far as the humans that Rinko has fought so far, Muichiro can definitely be considered one of the top ones.

The blades collided, gradually exerting pressure on each other, but the blades pressed against each other did not deviate in any direction and were just stuck there until the next moment, when the sound of wood breaking suddenly rang out.

"Sure enough, the wooden sword isn't strong enough."

Muichiro held up the broken wooden sword, his voice filled with regret. Rinkou tilted his head to look at the broken sword in his hand. There was splintered wood on the ground. Although wooden swords were more likely to break than iron swords, he had never fought anyone before to the point of breaking a sword in an unfinished battle...

"So, do you want to try it with a real knife next time?"

Lin Guang threw the broken sword aside and asked Muichiro naturally.

"Eh? A real sword would hurt Rinkou, right..."

Lin Guang did not miss the surprise that flashed across those eyes. It was obvious that Muichiro also knew that the wooden swords were not enough to exert the strength they should have, but that surprise only existed for a brief moment, and the next second it was overshadowed by real worry.

"Hmm... I think it's okay. I'm pretty confident in myself. I can try it next time."

Lin Guang tilted his head, noticing that Muichiro was still hesitant.

"After all, I'm a ghost. Even if I get hurt, I'll recover quickly, so it's okay."

This is not consolation, but it is certainly reason enough.

"Good, awesome..."

It was not until now, after the battle, that Lin Guang finally heard someone sigh for the first time. It was a team member standing aside, and Muichiro obviously noticed it too.

"What are you all standing there for? Go get some rest! Are you planning on sleeping during tomorrow's training? If you don't feel like sleeping, then why don't you practice harder? Have you finished swinging your swords two hundred times? Then go spar with each other. At your current level, are you planning on staying here for fifty years?"

Wow.

Lin Guang sighed in his heart.

He sounded and looked completely different from the Muichiro from before. The smile on his face disappeared the moment he turned around, and his gentle voice turned cold the moment he opened his mouth, and the words he spoke were not polite at all.

"Feel sorry......"

It was not until the onlookers ran away and dispersed that Muichiro turned his head again.

"Let's stop here for today, Rinkou. You've been traveling all morning, you should get some rest—"

Wuyilang walked up to him and led him into the house.

Lin Guang really wanted to give some explanation, for example, although he did come here during the day, it was not actually him who was walking. He just spent the whole morning as luggage in the box and slept soundly for almost a whole day, so now he was full of energy.

But Muichiro didn't give him a chance to speak. Before he could really finish his explanation, the boy had already sent him back to the box, knelt on the ground, smiled and stretched out his hand to him.

"...Okay, then I'll train with you again tomorrow morning..."

In the end, Lingguang could only sigh helplessly.