Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 186 Cat and Mouse 2

Kokushibo has adopted a new training method.

It was not until the other party spoke that Rinko realized why Kokushibo had been silent and thinking for the past few days. He was not thinking about the past, nor was he speculating about the future, but was just making some plans for him.

In fact, Rinko would rather call it a torture inflicted by Kokushibo, even though he clearly knew that the other party was doing it for his own good.

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Everything seemed to be just a repetition of the past. After so much time had passed, the plains had become hills, the streams had become rivers, and the ponds had become swamps, and everything had returned to the starting point.

They started playing cat and mouse again.

The only difference is that the location has changed from a mountain to an entire Infinite City, and the way to win seems to have changed from simply capturing one of Rinko's limbs to preferably cutting off his head.

This wasn't a good game, Rinko realized after hearing the introduction.

But he was not the maker of the game, nor was he the implementer. He was a participant and a victim at the same time.

So when Kokushibo announced the start of the game, he could only start escaping as fast as possible.

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To be fair, when Kokushibo swung his blade, the flying moon blades were very beautiful. Countless crescents spun and danced, more dazzling than the stars at night. It's just that Rinko didn't have much free time to appreciate them most of the time.

Privately speaking, Lin Guang didn't have a very good impression of them. No matter how beautiful something was, it would be easy for its reputation to decline if it was labeled as dangerous, not to mention something that looked unsafe in the first place.

As a victim who has suffered the damage caused by those beautiful crescent moons many times, Lingguang is more qualified and knows better how dangerous they are.

To be honest, it's probably similar to Douma, it looks good but is actually very bad.

Things that are not safe in the first place take on deeper meanings in such special occasions.

The appearance of the flying moon blade within the field of vision meant that the pursuer had reached a distance where he could inflict harm at any time, but had not yet accurately located him. It was like a tiger entering the hunting ground, swinging its tail, and the whip-like tail lashed through the bushes. It was just for fun, but it was enough to make the quail hiding in the bushes tremble.

Kokushibo's cat and mouse game was more dangerous than any ghost Rinko had ever played with.

The other party always strolled around the venue leisurely, and then walked towards him step by step. Every process and every step made a sound, which made it even more terrifying, like a ghost chasing after him. It seemed that no matter how he hid, he was only meaninglessly delaying the time of death.

Lin Guang recalled the earlier explanations of ghosts by humans after a long time, and he remembered his feelings when he first saw Kokushibo.

Damn it.

Hundreds of years later, he was still impressed by his accurate description.

Compared to such an agonizing hiding, the pursuit after being discovered can be considered a kind of relaxation. Even though every swing of the blade and every step taken represents danger, facing the harm to the body is always better than bearing a more unrealistic burden.

Kokushibo's speed was very fast, almost beyond Rinko's visual range, but Rinko couldn't tell whether it was because he had made some progress or if Kokushibo had been letting him win as a practice target.

Chase battles are what Lin Guang excels at, especially when he is the one being chased. The infinite city, which seems to have no end in sight, is a more suitable venue than the mountains. The shifting center of gravity, the complex buildings, and the fact that after crossing the window sill, you may face a corridor or even a "cliff". It is full of dangers for humans, but for ghosts, it seems like a place for fun and play.

The prerequisite is that there is no six-eyed, menacing devil holding a knife longer than him behind him.

There is almost no way to determine victory in such a game. After all, Kokushibo's requirement is that Rinkou needs to hide completely or not be caught up at all.

But the latter is difficult to do. Ghosts don't get tired, at least not as easily as humans. If Rinko is not tired, then Kokushibo obviously won't get tired either. No one will fall first in the endless chase. This is an advantage and a disadvantage, because Kokushibo, as the one chasing, always has less to consider. Rinko needs to judge the terrain, think about strategies, and find a suitable path, but for Kokushibo, he only needs to stare at the target and chase it.

So Rinko loses most of the time.

Compared to determining victory, determining loss is easier. If you suffer serious injuries that are enough to affect your movements, you will be considered a loser.

If he was caught and touched by a Moon Blade, the unpredictable moment of stiffness would be enough to cause him to be killed and cut into pieces.

"How can we possibly win like this?"

Rinko questioned.

"So, I'm telling you...you need to hide, not run."

Indeed, the true meaning of hide-and-seek is to hide rather than escape.

But hiding is not an easy task. It is what Rinko is best at. But when facing Kokushibo, he always has trouble hiding. This is unreasonable. Rinko rarely gets frustrated so frequently in this aspect of hiding.

After being caught again and again, he finally couldn't help but speak again.

"How do you always find me?"

Lin Guang escaped death from the blade, which cut his waist, but at least he saved his neck with his quick reaction.

Kokushibo was satisfied with his decisiveness. The other party rarely stopped, and the long sword stood on the ground, and he held the hilt with both hands.

"Just...found it."

This doesn't seem like an answer, and it's not an answer. It's more like a victor's mockery.

Rinkou stood up from the ground, raised his head, and met Kokushibo's gaze calmly.

"How did you find it? Akaza never finds me."

Kokushibo's expression changed slightly when he heard the name. It was a very subtle change in expression, and Rinko only noticed it because she watched carefully enough.

"I use my eyes... not my nose..."

The voice was calm, but Lin Guang could hear the sarcasm in it. Such words could definitely be called sarcasm.

"Akoza also uses his eyes. He can see the fighting spirit in others. He can also sense murderous intent."

Rinkou tried to defend Akaza.

"If he relies solely on his naked eyes... and his so-called 'fighting spirit'... to make judgments... then he will die at the hands of a ghost hunter before he can challenge me again."

Rinkou didn't quite agree with this statement, because he thought Akaza's method of judgment was quite interesting and useful. He relied on observing the strength of the opponent's fighting spirit to distinguish the strength of the opponent, and relied on the opponent's murderous intent that could not be hidden to judge the direction of the attack. Even without relying on his eyes, Akaza could handle attacks from all directions.

Isn't that good?

Kokushibo looked at him as if he could see through his thoughts.

"Relying on his compass... That's why he hasn't made any progress."

He understood, but it seemed like he didn't. Rinko tilted his head to one side, still feeling that Kokushibo was talking nonsense.

Kokushibo seemed to understand this time, because the hand holding the hilt loosened, and his fingers formed a palm, then raised it.

Lin Guang looked at the hand and blinked.

"Boom."

This is the dull sound of a palm hitting the top of the head.

"Click."

This is the sound of bones breaking.

"pain."

This is Lin Guang's voice.