With one person leading the way, others also fled, putting distance between themselves and Kurozawa and the female Demon. However, unlucky for them, people from other carriages heard the loud commotion and rushed over to see what was happening. They blocked the passengers trying to escape, wanting to get inside themselves, only to be pushed back out by the passengers in that carriage.
In the chaos, no one could explain what was happening for a moment, so everyone in the carriage crowded together at both ends, creating a standoff. In the very center, they left an empty space for Kurozawa and the female Demon.
A burning pain surged from where the red hair was wrapped around Kurozawa's body.
He could feel the red hair slowly constricting his flesh and constantly corroding it.
"My body, its strength might already be greater than many Demons, but the Demon's near-immortal recovery ability is still something to be envious of."
The continuous burning pain on his arm made Kurozawa deeply aware of the limitations of a human body.
Even with attributes like strength and agility completely overwhelming the female Demon, he would still get injured if her attack connected.
This was already based on Kurozawa's physique being far beyond ordinary people.
An ordinary person wrapped in this red hair would likely be corroded into several pieces in an instant.
With a thought, the Pitch-Black Aura quickly extended to his arm, burning the red hair wrapped around it into ashes.
Kurozawa had already tested on Mount Fujikasane that the Pitch-Black Aura had a targeted effect against attacks formed by Blood Demon Art and could be moved.
However, as the distance increased, the Pitch-Black Aura would become thinner. Currently, Kurozawa could at most extend the Pitch-Black Aura from his palm to his elbow. Covering more parts of his body would cause the Pitch-Black Aura to lose its power, unable to resist the invasion of Blood Demon Art.
This was not absolute. If it were an Upper Moon's Blood Demon Art, he might have to condense the Pitch-Black Aura onto his palm to resist it.
After the obstruction of the red hair on his arm was gone, Kurozawa sat directly on the female Demon, suppressing her movements, and then threw a punch.
He ignored the red hair around his waist and abdomen. Although the burning pain stimulated Kurozawa's nerves, and dense red scars must have covered his waist and abdomen, the force from the red hair trying to pull him away could not shake Kurozawa's body.
The fist, shrouded in Pitch-Black Aura, magnified in the female Demon's eyes. She desperately dodged, tilting her head to the side.
*CRACK!* A pit appeared in the carriage floor, with traces of blood at the bottom.
The female Demon, who had lost an ear, saw Kurozawa raise his hands again and quickly shouted, "Why! We're the same kind, why are you so ruthless!"
Kurozawa's body paused.
"The same kind?"
The female Demon thought Kurozawa was wavering and forced out half a smile.
"I'm sorry for intruding on your hunting ground. In exchange, I will give you some high-quality..."
After seeing the Pitch-Black Aura on Kurozawa and feeling the strong power of his body, the female Demon no longer believed he was human. She thought this train was Kurozawa's hunting ground, and Kurozawa was attacking her simply because his territory had been invaded.
But the reality was vastly different from what the female Demon imagined.
*SNAP! BANG!* Before she could finish the last few words, Kurozawa's fist landed, hitting the female Demon squarely on the forehead.
Bones shattered, and fluids splattered. Another pit appeared in the train floor.
The red hair wrapped around her waist fell limply, and at the same time, the continuous burning pain also disappeared.
Kurozawa slowly stood up, looked down at the corpse with its head exploded, and then leaped up, exiting the train through the human-shaped hole in the roof.
Immortal Man-Eating Demon Power of Despair +8, Potential Points +60.
Inside the train, the female Demon's dark red body was directly blown away by the strong wind coming through the large hole in the roof.
Amidst the whistling wind and the rapidly receding scenery, Kurozawa drew the Nichirin Blade stuck in the roof and put it at his waist.
During this time, he checked his injuries and clothing.
His haori and the lining of his inner sleeves were in tatters, covered in corrosive damage. His waist and abdomen were also exposed through ripped clothing, revealing a bloody and mangled mess.
Using his Breathing Technique to control blood flow, Kurozawa stopped the blood from spilling out.
The wounds looked horrifying, but they were only surface injuries, similar to scrapes from a fall.
At the same time, an itching sensation was coming from the injuries. With Kurozawa's current powerful physique, these injuries should likely heal within two days.
"A weak body."
At this moment, Kurozawa desired the immortal body of a Demon even more.
It was only him who could directly withstand the female Demon's attacks to suppress her movements, all to prevent her escape.
In this situation, if any other swordsman were here, unless they had the power to instantly kill her, giving the female Demon even a tiny bit of reaction time would allow her to leap off the train and quickly disappear into the deep mountains and old forests.
"I caused quite a commotion. If someone sees me now, they'll probably think I'm a monster."
During Kurozawa's fight with the female Demon, there were still many onlookers on both sides.
The passengers in this carriage were crowded by the people who had come, trying to escape in the chaos but unable to, forced to watch a fight between a human and a Demon.
But these people clearly saw the Pitch-Black Aura surrounding Kurozawa.
Kurozawa was very clear about human nature. The female Demon's dark red skin and full-body Demon markings clearly marked her as an anomaly. Although he looked like a human, due to the presence of the Pitch-Black Aura, he would likely be regarded as a monster mixed in with humans.
To the passengers who witnessed everything, this battle was not fought to protect them, but merely a struggle between two monsters.
"Let me think, what should I do now?"
Kurozawa didn't want to stay on the roof, enduring the wind, all the way to Hachijo Island.
Looking down, the human-shaped hole next to him gave Kurozawa an idea.
He walked on the high-speed train, moving forward about six carriage lengths.
After pondering for a moment, he tapped downwards.
"Is anyone there?"
A young man who was squatting stiffened suddenly, then mechanically raised his head.
Thump, thump, thump.
A sound like knocking rang out above his head, and at the same time, another ethereal, distant voice, seemingly from nowhere, echoed.
"Is anyone there?"
Kurozawa's voice was muffled by the train roof and distorted by the strong winds outside. By the time it reached the young man's ears, it sounded like an empty, ghostly whisper, sending chills down his spine.
Instantly, all sorts of urban legends and global mysteries flashed through the young man's mind.
With trembling hands, he quickly wiped himself and stood up, not even noticing that he had accidentally gotten some on himself.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I didn't mean to offend you!"
Shouting apologies, he quickly flushed the toilet and dashed out of the restroom like the wind, drawing surprised stares.
From then on, the world gained another person who dared not use the restroom alone, as well as a ghost story about a high-speed train.
Kurozawa's hearing was not like the young man's. He was a little surprised and confused.
"What happened?"
Not understanding, Kurozawa didn't dwell on it. He simply used the same method on the restroom in another, more distant carriage. After confirming it was empty, he gently broke the roof and dropped down.
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