RWWOKS Chapter 69

**Chapter 69: The Power of the Sharingan**

The enemy’s Blood Demon Art was incredibly strong, leaving almost no room for anyone to dodge. Even Fang Bo had to let his shikigami take the hit, but for Reincarnators specialized in agility, this attack wasn’t much of a problem.

With a quick roll and a long slide, the man evaded the attack with an expert maneuver.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a shuriken that flew faster than the bullets from the Dragoon rifle.

Rui, the Lower Rank Five, had no time to dodge, and blood splattered from his neck once again.

**Basic Throwing LV10** — this was the secret to Darren’s incredible strength.

He had taken what appeared to be a basic and insignificant skill and leveled it to an astonishing degree, resulting in a situation where even a powerful Lower Rank demon like Rui was injured twice in a row.

The man’s performance was impressive, but what truly caught Fang Bo’s attention wasn’t the shuriken; it was the crimson gleam in the man’s eyes.

“That’s…” Fang Bo recognized the ability.

In the man’s crimson pupils, two black tomoe spun continuously — the man possessed a pair of Sharingan.

“No wonder he can see through the flaws in the Blood Demon Art.” Fang Bo freed his shikigami and decided to sit back and watch the man’s performance for a bit.

The Sharingan had powerful dynamic vision, allowing its user to see the flow of energy and predict the opponent’s next moves.

To describe it, it was as if the enemy’s actions slowed down, giving the user more time to react and plan their counterattack.

“He can’t handle this alone,” Ali, ever the honest one, freed the puppet from the webs and rushed forward to provide support.

Seeing this, Fang Bo sighed and reluctantly commanded his headless puppet to charge as well.

He hadn’t acted earlier because he wanted to observe the other Reincarnator’s fighting style.

It wasn’t out of malice—just a habit of assessing others. Unfortunately, the sorcerer didn’t seem to appreciate this approach.

By the time the headless puppet reached the frontlines, Ali and the other Reincarnator were already locked in intense combat with Rui.

As Ali had described earlier, Rui’s ability to control threads made it nearly impossible for anyone to get close. From over ten meters away, the area was flooded with threads.

To make any progress, they would have to clear the threads bit by bit.

It was then that Fang Bo realized something: the headless puppet’s efficiency at clearing the threads was much slower compared to the two melee specialists.

At first, he thought it was due to a difference in attributes, but after observing for a while, he realized the real reason: his lack of skill.

Fang Bo had no real expertise in close combat, and his **Basic Melee** was only at level 1, having just learned it recently.

To put it bluntly, without considering attributes or psychological factors, in a fistfight, he might lose to an average street thug.

With such a rudimentary skill level, how could the headless puppet, a melee-oriented weapon, perform at full strength?

To change this, Fang Bo needed to improve his basic skills. He didn’t need much, just leveling up **Basic Melee** to around five or six should be sufficient.

At that point, the puppet would be able to unleash its full combat potential.

“Looks like being a puppeteer isn’t easy after all.”

Controlling the puppet, Fang Bo had it raise its arm blades, helping to block attacks for the other two. However, the primary offensive duties remained with them.

“Hey,” the man with the Sharingan called out while fending off Rui’s threads. “Can you still use that skill from earlier?”

“Uh, yeah, no problem.”

“Good. I’ll create an opening for you.”

As soon as he said this, the man recklessly charged forward, allowing the sharp threads to cut deep gashes into his body.

There’s a saying: if something seems off, there’s usually a reason for it. The man was clearly doing this with a purpose.

If it were Fang Bo in this situation, he would’ve turned and fled, never allowing the enemy to get close. But Rui still wore an expression of calm confidence.

“Such a futile struggle,” Rui mocked.

Though Rui lacked effective offensive means at the moment, the humans couldn’t harm him either.

With his limitless stamina, Rui could drag this fight out for as long as necessary. The humans, however, would eventually tire.

This was the fundamental difference between species. In Rui’s eyes, humans were a weak and outdated race, long overdue for extinction. The demon king Muzan was meant to rule the world.

Watching the man desperately close in, Rui’s eyes grew cold as he muttered, “Since you want to die so badly, I’ll be the first to grant your wish.”

Unintentionally, Rui made eye contact with the man, and the ominous glow in his eyes made Rui frown.

In the next instant, everything changed.

Kibutsuji Muzan, dressed in a white suit, appeared out of nowhere, his gaze filled with disappointment.

“Rui, you’ve let me down.”

The once-arrogant Rui immediately collapsed to his knees, trembling uncontrollably as his forehead pressed against the ground.

“Lord Muzan, please, listen to my explanation—”

Just as Rui was about to speak, he noticed something strange.

Muzan wasn’t emanating his usual aura.

As the demon king, Muzan had the power to control life and death over the Twelve Kizuki, able to wipe them out with just a thought.

Every time Rui encountered Muzan, he felt a primal fear deep within his soul. But this time, something was off.

Recalling the previous scene, Rui finally realized he had been hit by some kind of mental attack.

“Unbelievable!” Rui roared in fury.

In the hearts of the Twelve Kizuki, Muzan was like God to Christians—sacred and untouchable.

The enemy’s use of such an illusion was a blasphemy against his faith. If he didn’t kill these humans today, he would never be able to face Muzan again.

“You will all die here today.”

**Blood Demon Art: Spinning Thread of Death!**

Red blood spread across Rui’s threads, increasing their hardness to the maximum. He wove them into a cocoon-like vortex and sent it crashing toward the humans.

To hell with your illusions! Break!

With Rui’s surge of power, the Sharingan’s genjutsu shattered.

However, Rui had underestimated the power of the Sharingan.

Though the illusion was broken, he failed to execute his Blood Demon Art, and gaps appeared in his previously flawless web defense.

That filthy-looking guy was now aiming two coins directly at Rui.

“Quietly die!” Ali shouted.

The two coins, charged with opposing energies, collided and exploded into a brilliant flash, opening a gaping wound in Rui’s neck.

Despite this devastating blow, the Lower Rank demon didn’t die.

At the critical moment, a small energy spider pierced through the web defenses and landed a direct hit on Rui’s chest.

The chaotic energy surged to his brain, causing Rui to temporarily lose control of his body just as he was preparing to counterattack.

Seeing the enemy’s stunned state, the man with the Sharingan pulled out two shuriken, one black and one blue.

First, he threw the black shuriken, which curved in a wide arc, avoiding the mass of threads in front of him.

Then, he threw the blue shuriken, which struck the first in mid-air, altering its trajectory. The blue shuriken flew straight toward Rui’s neck from behind.

Boom!

The massive explosion that followed was too much for the already weakened Rui, and his head was separated from his body.

[Achievement Unlocked: Demon Slayer. You have earned the title “Demon Slayer.”]

**Demon Slayer:** Deals 10% additional damage to demon-type creatures.

A pretty good title effect, and Fang Bo didn’t hesitate to equip it.

Although the battle had seemed difficult, Fang Bo had barely participated. His *Soul-Devouring Venom* was the only real contribution to the team.

In truth, even without his involvement, Ali and the man with the Sharingan could have killed Rui on their own—it would’ve just taken a bit longer.

After observing them closely, Fang Bo could roughly gauge the strength comparison.

All three of them had power equivalent to that of Rui. Though Fang Bo hadn’t used his full strength, had the other two?

The answer was obvious: no. Neither Ali nor the other Reincarnator had revealed all their cards.

Considering this, Fang Bo realized that his teammates were quite strong. The combined power of three individuals with Lower Rank Five-level strength was enough to spar with a “Pillar.”

Of course, not the current generation of Hashira, who were freakishly strong. To face them would require the strength of the Upper Moons.

Fang Bo was referring to ordinary Pillars, the kind who could be slaughtered by someone like Daki.

If every generation produced geniuses like the Mist, Stone, or Wind Pillars, the Upper Moons wouldn’t have survived for over a century.

This raised the question: how many ordinary Pillars would it take to match the current Hashira?

Taking Tengen Uzui, the Sound Pillar, as a baseline, Fang Bo estimated that it would take at least three ordinary Pillars to fight him.

That meant it would take at least nine Reincarnators of their strength to fight a single Sound Pillar.

Of course, battles weren’t just about raw power. If nine Reincarnators coordinated well, their combined strength would far exceed their individual capabilities.

But in terms of pure single-combat ability, they were still far from matching the current Hashira.

“All in all, we’re still not at the level where we can face the Upper Moons or Hashira,” Fang Bo muttered.

Despite this, Fang Bo wasn’t about to give up. A lack of raw power didn’t mean they couldn’t make things happen.

In terms of raw power, the Upper Moons were even more fearsome than the Hashira, but the difference wasn’t insurmountable.

With the right opportunity, they might just be able to take down an Upper Moon, though it would certainly be a perilous task.

[Current consumption progress: 3.22%]

As Fang Bo watched the Lower Rank Five being devoured by Jorogumo, he smiled and explained, “My shikigami needs the blood of the Demon King.”

With one sentence, he made his intentions clear.

The ninja understood and waved it off, signaling that it wasn’t a big deal.

Now, the real issue was how to split the treasure chest.

(End of Chapter)

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