One slash, sharper than the last!
Faster! More ruthless!
Amid the deafening roar that could tear eardrums apart, the blade tore through the belly of the Eight-Headed Snake, sending chunks of flesh flying in all directions.
"Get back to hell where you belong!"
Gen Chisei leapt high from the edge of the well wall, using it as leverage.
Then, his twin blades fell like meteors, combining elegance and ferocity. Under the noble blessing of royal blood, Gen Chisei's domain of authority broke through its limits once again.
The strike, as heavy as a mountain, sent both him and the massive serpent plummeting into the depths of the Crimson Well.
The bottom of the Crimson Well was littered with the carcasses of dead lung snails and pools of fresh blood.
The fire from the napalm lit up the hellish scene, illuminating it with an eerie brightness. The air reeked of a stench so foul it could make anyone gag.
Gen Chisei staggered to his feet, gripping his twin blades tightly. "Now, it's just you and me here, God."
TheEight-Headed Snake, knocked down into the well, roared in rage with its eight heads. Eight pairs of golden eyes, filled with venomous hatred, locked onto the small figure holding the twin blades.
"Angry, are you? I can't blame you." Gen Chisei's face was cold as he assumed his unique twin-blade stance, lowering his center of gravity. His voice was steady yet fierce. "But your fury is nothing compared to the wrath of Yamata no Orochi, cursed by your bloodline for a thousand years!!!"
Boom!
As he pushed off the ground, the crimson, blood-like waters erupted into a violent spray.
The twin blades carved a perfect arc, carrying with them an unstoppable intent. The inky-black gleam of the blade burst forth, as unyielding as Gen Chisei's determination.
Fast! Indescribably fast!
The Eight-Headed Snake couldn't even react before one of its heads was severed by the blade.
Screams echoed at the bottom of the Well of Bones, but the Eight-Headed Snake wasn't an easy opponent. Its sharp, bony tail whipped through the air, striking Gen Chisei before he had time to dodge.
The impact sent him flying backward like a cannonball, slamming hard into the steel scaffolding.
The steel framework bent under the force, embedding Gen Chisei within it. Worse still, a thick, broken steel rod as wide as a forearm pierced straight through his abdomen.
Gen Chisei coughed up blood. The searing pain from the steel impaling his stomach left him momentarily unable to control his body.
The Eight-Headed Snake roared, one of its heads lunging toward him with its gaping maw, ready to tear him apart.
As the bloodstained jaws loomed closer, Gen Chisei's face turned pale. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, finally settling on one:
"So, in the end, I'll have to rely on the 'Ancient Dragon Embryo Blood' after all."
Using the Ancient Dragon Embryo Blood meant he would forever become "Death Servitor."
But was there any other choice now?
Grasping the syringe filled with the Ancient Dragon Embryo Blood, Gen Chisei prepared to inject it into himself. Suddenly, a flash of light from a blade streaked across his vision.
Swish!
The menacing dragon-shaped head was severed cleanly at the neck.
Gen Chisei froze for half a second. Only when a figure clad in a floral-patterned garment, resembling a kabuki female character, appeared did he snap back to reality.
"It's you, Kazama Ruri?!"
"Heh, surprised?"
Kazama Ruri held a crimson blade, smiling devilishly.
"Brother, we meet again."
"Who let you out?"
Suppressing the agony in his abdomen, Gen Chisei yanked the steel rod from his body, clutching the Ancient Dragon Embryo Blood tightly while glaring at Kazama Ruri.
"No need to rush toward death, brother." Kazama Ruri chuckled, glancing at the syringe in Gen Chisei's hand.
"Save that for later. As for who let me out? It was Miyamoto Shio, of course. Why? Naturally, to help you."
"Help me?"
Kazama Ruri looked at Gen Chisei, suddenly falling silent.
"Of course, brother, your life... can only belong to me."
With a crimson blade in hand, Kazama Ruri stepped forward and disappeared in an instant.
His speed was so fast that it caused a violent gust of wind to explode.
The air currents burst and surged, scattering water in all directions.
The Eight-Headed Snake seemed to sense that this new enemy was extraordinary.
Its sharp tail bone lashed out like a sword, slicing through the air with a blinding arc of light.
Even the flames around them were extinguished by the force.
Boom!
Kazama Ruri quickly shifted direction, leaving footprints on the rock wall.
He dodged the sharp tail bone and slashed his crimson blade horizontally.
A pale head, gushing blood like a fountain, fell to the ground with a thud.
He had severed the head of Eight-Headed Snake—and so effortlessly, unlike the struggle Gen Chisei had faced.
This was the power of the ultimate demon!
The ensuing battle seemed to have nothing to do with Gen Chisei.
He became more of a spectator, watching two monsters entangle and tear at each other.
Both were consumed with the violent intent to shred and devour the other, pouring all their power and methods into the fight.
Screams and howls echoed through the bottom of the crimson well.
In mere seconds, Gen Chisei witnessed what true madness looked like.
Kazama Ruri fought without caring about his injuries, like a complete lunatic.
He managed to slay the mythical Eight-Headed Snake but at a great cost—one arm torn apart, his body ravaged as if plowed by iron blades, and a massive wound across his abdomen.
"Brother... I won."
Kazama Ruri smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with an indescribable sorrow.
"Now, it's just the two of us left."
"Yes, it's just the two of us now," Gen Chisei said, as if finally understanding something.
He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his dual blades.
"Ruri, let's journey to the underworld together."
They would continue the fight that had yet to end!
"Can you still stand, brother?" Kazama Ruri staggered forward, a faint smile still on his face.
"You look like you're badly hurt."
"And you're no better, Ruri."
Gen Chisei tore strips from his tattered clothes and tied them around the wound on his abdomen.
He said coldly, "Don't worry. I still have the blood of the ancient dragon embryo."
The two moved closer to each other, their blades colliding fiercely.
Clang!
Fiery sparks lit up the faces of the two brothers.
"Brother!"
"Ruri!"
Two roars echoed, filled with completely different emotions.
The two super hybrids, inheritors of royal blood, fought with all their might at the hellish bottom of Well of Bones, beside the corpse of the Eight-Headed Snake.
Their figures blurred into streaks of motion. The rocky walls, the lake's surface, and even the cave ceiling became their footholds.
With their incredible speed and explosive power, they defied gravity, leaping and landing with such force that cracks burst open wherever they stepped.
Once again, they clashed mid-air, and three blades sparked with blinding light.
In Kazama Ruri's eyes, Gen Chisei appeared like a crazed, wild beast, throwing all caution to the wind. He ignored defense entirely, willing to trade injury for injury.
Their fight was even more brutal than when they faced the gods moments earlier.
Blood—so much blood—rained down from the sky.
Finally, a mistake. Kazama Ruri drove his blade into Gen Chisei's chest. Though it narrowly missed a vital organ, it was still a devastating blow.
Gen Chisei crashed heavily into the blood-red lake, the unbearable pain leaving him unable to move for a moment.
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