Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Farewell, Lord Narukami Light!"

As if he had won the game, Douma declared victory in advance.

However, history has proved countless times that opening champagne at halftime is absolutely unacceptable!

"Heh, Soreiwado Kana!"

Xia Yan just smiled crookedly, and then, in Douma's surprised eyes, he rushed towards the attack regardless.

The cold icicles penetrated Xia Yan's body, like a human honeycomb coal, and the sword curtain composed of iron fans and ice blades that followed was like a meat grinder, completely crushing him.

However, although he tore his opponent to pieces, Douma did not relax at all.

On the contrary, the smile on his face solidified.

The reason is simple——

No blood!

Although Xia Yan looked dead, there was no blood flowing out of the wound, which obviously must be strange at this time.

The next second, Douma saw fire!

Firelight, flames!

The air seemed to become much hotter, with a sacred feeling of life.

In an instant, countless golden-red flames burst out from the holes and fractures in Xia Yan's body, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely engulfed in it.

The flames gathered together, slowly spread their wings, and turned into a huge firebird with wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It flapped its wings and flew towards Douma with endless golden-red flames.

The star bird is the Suzaku, the southern star.

"Nani!?"

The sudden reversal made Douma's pupils shrink to the extreme in an instant. Before he could react, the surging firebird wrapped him up.

In an instant, endless and intense pain stimulated his nerves.

This pain was not a burning sensation, but it was as if he was cut by thousands of swords in an instant. After all, the flames were just the embodiment of fighting spirit, and the actual attack was still the sword in Xia Yan's hand.

Dou Ma felt as if he was thrown into the meat grinder.

"Blood Demon Art Lotus Flower"

Bearing the pain, Dou Ma launched the blood demon art again, trying to stop Xia Yan's attack.

Crack-Crack--

A crisp sound of freezing came from the air.

Countless ice crystals condensed from Dou Ma's body, turning into vines with ice lotus, winding towards Suzaku.

Whip, bind, penetrate.

Unlike the strong killing collision imagined, these vines with refinement easily left horrible injuries on Suzaku.

The vines that were pulled out left deep wounds like knife cuts, and the tight bindings directly cut off the limbs, and there was no resistance when they penetrated.

But it was all ineffective.

No matter how many times it was killed, the immortal firebird would rekindle in the blazing flames, turning into a more fierce offensive, becoming stronger and stronger.

This is——

——Breathing of the Storm, Seventh Form, Muming Divine Wind Suzaku!

A move that transforms the user into the form of a phoenix to slash. The stronger the fighting spirit, the larger the phoenix's form.

And the phoenix will not die before attacking the opponent. Even if it is destroyed by the opponent, it will be reborn from the ashes, becoming stronger and stronger with each battle.

After a while, Suzaku turned into flames and dissipated, revealing two figures included in it.

Xia Yan stood with a knife in his hand, with a frivolous smile on his face.

Douma, who was more than ten meters away, was kneeling on the ground, even half of his head was missing, and only a little bit of his neck was left, barely keeping his head and body together.

The whole person looked more like a rag doll that was torn apart by a dog, with arms and legs missing.

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"I think you seem to have felt the strong vitality of the Phoenix."

"So, are you angry?" Xia Yan smiled and repeated the previous question.

"..." The only answer to him was silence.

Even Douma, who has always been heartless, couldn't laugh in this situation.

He looked at Xia Yan with a gloomy face, not daring to have any playful thoughts.

In just one round of fighting, he was almost beheaded by Xia Yan. If he didn't know why the opponent didn't focus on the neck, he might have been successfully beheaded.

Of course, this result does not mean that Douma is weaker than Akaza.

It's because of his personality.

It's simply because Douma is too wild.

Knowing clearly that Xia Yan could suppress Akaza in close combat, and that he himself was better at fighting at a certain distance, he still chose to get close to him.

The result was that he was almost taken away in one wave.

The fact that he survived was enough to prove his strength, although it had a lot to do with Xia Yan letting him win.

Hiss, hiss, hiss——

The sound of strange muscle squirming sounded.

In just one second, Douma's tattered body had regenerated, and even the clothes on his body had been reproduced by him.

I am at an absolute disadvantage in close combat, and it seems that I must avoid close combat.

Standing up with a gloomy face, Douma analyzed all the information about Xia Yan that he had just obtained during the fight.

But...

Why didn't he inhale the powder crystals scattered around his body...?

Douma frowned slightly. []

Although he chose to attack out of impulse and in a playful mood, it was not just that.

On the surface, he just used himself as bait, used two blood ghost arts at the same time, and even took himself as the target of attack, which was already an amazing killing move.

In fact, there was a third killing move hidden in secret.

He turned his frozen blood into mist-like "ice crystals" and then spread it out with a fan. If the ice crystalsIf the opponent sucks it into the lungs, it will make it difficult for the opponent to breathe, and then cause the alveoli to die.

It can be said that this is a move specially created for swordsmen who use breathing techniques.

Once they cannot breathe, the ghost hunters are just ordinary people with better physical fitness than ordinary people.

In order to avoid Xia Yan's suspicion, he also deliberately created only a small amount of ice crystals around him so that the ice crystals would not form mist.

In such heavy snow weather, ice crystals mixed in snowflakes are undoubtedly more secretive.

But even so, after such a long time of close combat with Xia Yan, the opponent still has no signs of being hit.

The moves that were usually invincible now have lost their effects, which inevitably makes Douma a little curious.

Whether it is useful or not, we will know after one experiment!

Thinking of this, Douma waved the iron fan in his hand again.

The cold and fierce White Princess of the blood ghost art! .