Kurozawa was fast. In just a few breaths, he reached the restroom in the sleeper carriage.
This was directly below where the strange noise came from.
The restroom sign indicated it was occupied, so Kurozawa didn't immediately barge in. He knocked first. "Is anyone in there?"
Kurozawa received no response. It was late, and most people on the train were asleep, so it was silent.
*Thud!* With a muffled sound, Kurozawa gently pushed the door.
His movements were light, and the sound was a low thud, not a jarring noise. Combined with most people being asleep, it didn't attract anyone else's attention.
The moment he pushed, the door lock instantly broke, and then, with a creak, the door was opened by Kurozawa. The interior of the restroom was fully visible – it was empty, with only a patch of startling crimson blood on the wall beside it.
At the same time, a gust of wind rushed in, violently hitting Kurozawa's face.
Looking up, a large, irregular hole, over a meter in diameter, had been torn open in the carriage ceiling above the restroom.
The area around this large hole was covered in corrosive marks and still hissed with white smoke.
Through the large hole, he could see the silent, cool moon in the sky, and the stars guarding it.
That girl just walked towards the restroom...
Thinking this, Kurozawa's face darkened.
He bent his legs, then leaped up, jumping out through the hole in the carriage roof.
Whoosh... A strong wind hit his face, and the surrounding scenery rapidly receded.
The roof of a high-speed train, unlike the stability inside the carriage, was exposed to intense vibrations and shaking when outside. A normal person here would probably only be able to lie flat.
The ground below flashed past as a blur; falling from here meant death.
Kurozawa took a deep breath, and his white, ribbon-like exhalation surged into his lungs with the strong wind.
The power of his Breathing Technique instantly increased to maximum.
He stood firmly with his legs rooted, unaffected by the high-speed train, his eyes fixed on the figure ahead.
It was a female Demon whose body was dark red, covered in bluish-black patterns.
She was beautiful; ignoring her dark red skin and bluish-black Demon patterns, she looked completely human.
The female Demon was naked, her equally dark red hair reaching her waist, covering her vital areas.
Beside her hand was a mass of rotten flesh that had been corroded beyond recognition.
The female Demon was eating it with relish, like eating ice cream, bringing the flesh to her mouth.
Seeing Kurozawa, she stuck out her tongue, licked the residue from her hand, and gave Kurozawa a provocative look.
"Demon Hunter Swordsman? You really are everywhere, like persistent ghosts."
"However, your flesh and blood are much purer and more delicious than ordinary people's!"
Kurozawa glanced at the remains of the flesh beside the female Demon and remained silent.
*Bang!* The carriage roof suddenly shook, startling the sleeping travelers below.
They looked up and saw a series of footprint-like indentations instantly extending forward.
In the howling wind, Kurozawa's figure arrived like a charging Tyrannosaurus.
His swift speed and agile power caused the female Demon's expression to change. Knowing she had encountered a powerful swordsman, her first thought was to jump off the train and escape.
"Die!"
His Nichirin Blade was thrown, grazing the female Demon's neck, and then *crunched* as it embedded into the carriage roof.
Inside the carriage, a bored person who was staring up at the ceiling was almost startled into cardiac arrest by the sudden appearance of half a blade.
Because of the Nichirin Blade's sudden attack, the female Demon was forced to take time to dodge, interrupting her movement for a moment.
And in that instant, Kurozawa crossed a distance of over ten meters. He threw a punch in mid-air, striking towards the female Demon's head like a cannonball.
On his fist, a layer of Pitch-Black Aura was burning, emitting an ominous, despairing aura.
"What is this!"
The female Demon was startled by the appearance of the Pitch-Black Aura and the sense of danger coming from within her.
Blood Demon Art: Decay: Manjushage!
The female Demon's red hair suddenly mutated, weaving into blood-red flowers as vibrant as blood from its strands.
Their shape was eight or nine parts similar to the legendary Spider Lily.
The blood-red flowers detached from her red hair, piercing the air, and enveloped Kurozawa.
Everywhere they passed, there were sizzling sounds.
Thinking of the corrosive marks on the broken hole earlier, Kurozawa didn't dare to be careless.
The Pitch-Black Aura surged and burned, extending from his hand to completely cover his arms, though its concentration became thinner and slightly transparent.
Kurozawa didn't slow down; his figure remained like a gust of wind.
He used his arms to strike, making close contact with the flying blood-red flowers.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. The continuous onslaught of blood-colored flowers struck Kurozawa's arms, making sizzling sounds.
White smoke rose, almost completely enveloping Kurozawa.
The next second, the white smoke was violently dispersed as Kurozawa emerged completely unharmed. The Pitch-Black Aura once again fully concentrated on his hands.
The female Demon's pupils constricted. She turned her head, avoiding Kurozawa's right fist.
The Pitch-Black Aura burning on his right fist touched the female Demon's cheek. A wave of despair and powerlessness washed over her heart.
This person... is he human or a Demon?
Just as the question surfaced in her mind, a large mouthful of blood spewed from the female Demon's mouth, and her body uncontrollably floated upwards.
Kurozawa's left fist had struck her directly in the abdomen, sending her flying five or six meters into the air with a single punch.
The female Demon's limbs hung down, her back arched upwards. She felt a churning pain in her abdomen, and the pain was incredibly real and intense, as if her soul had been directly struck.
Impacted by this unprecedented agony, she experienced a brief moment of disorientation. Her mind was filled with pain, making it impossible to think.
The negative effects carried by the Pitch-Black Aura were extremely effective against those with unstable mental will.
"I just want to have a peaceful train ride!"
Kurozawa leaped up, his height surpassing the still-rising female Demon.
He lifted his right leg, then brought it down with a fierce whistling wind, chopping down hard!
Like a battle axe falling, a thunderclap exploded, and amidst the dense, teeth-grinding sounds of bone fracturing, the heavy kick directly shattered a large area of the female Demon's sternum and ribs.
*Bang!* The entire train jolted violently. The female Demon's body smashed through the roof and landed inside the carriage.
The people in the carriage stared in horror at the female Demon's body, whose skin was blood-red and numerous bones were irregularly fractured, and at Kurozawa, who subsequently landed and stood steadily.
A human-shaped hole had been broken in the roof, and wind howled in through it. Many passengers near the opening lost their balance and fell onto the floor.
On the ground, the female Demon's flesh squirmed and bones clicked as she desperately tried to recover from her injuries.
Because of Kurozawa's furious and thunderous punch, her abdomen had been invaded by the Pitch-Black Aura, making her recovery speed very slow. However, the area injured by the heavy kick was recovering rapidly at a visible rate.
As soon as he landed, Kurozawa punched towards the female Demon's head. However, at this moment, the female Demon had barely recovered from the intense pain, her gaze filled with hatred and fear as she looked at Kurozawa.
Blood Demon Art: Decay: Thousand Blood Threads.
Her long red hair suddenly extended, avoiding the palm surrounded by the Pitch-Black Aura, and wrapped around Kurozawa's forearms and waist. It pulled outwards, while simultaneously emitting white smoke at the points of contact, sizzling and corroding his body. His clothes, upon mere contact, were instantly corroded through.
"Monster! A Demon!"
Amidst the howling wind and rising dust, the passengers were terrified and at a loss by the situation before them. The atmosphere was utterly silent. Then, in the deathly silence, someone, it was unclear who, was the first to shout, and the first to scramble away.
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