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Chapter 801: Incomprehensible Things
Chapter 801: Incomprehensible Things
Was it really just a single strand of hair?
As soon as Feng Ye made his move, Butterfly Ninja had already heightened her alertness to the utmost, ready to protect her sister at any moment, but nothing happened.
Feng Ye simply blew the strand of hair towards them without making any other move, standing peacefully in place as he gazed at them.
Butterfly Ninja turned to look at her sister, Kanae.
Whoosh!
In a swift and silent motion, Kanae unsheathed her Nichirin Blade, gently catching the silvery strand of hair on the flat of her blade and balancing it on the razor-sharp edge.
She stared intently at the silvery hair.
In fact, cutting a strand of hair was not an easy task, especially when there was no point of force to work with. It would be extremely difficult for an ordinary person to accomplish this feat.
Even with the sharpest of blades, facing a strand of hair floating in the air, devoid of any force acting upon it and possessing extreme flexibility, posed a considerable challenge to sever.
But for a swordsman of Kanae's caliber, it was hardly an issue.
Kanae examined the silver-white hair closely, but even after a long while, she couldn't discern anything unusual about it apart from its color.
Turning her gaze to Feng Ye, she saw that he was still standing in the same spot, wearing a smile.
She took a slight breath, paused briefly, then lightly swung her right hand, which held the Nichirin Blade.
Even though it was just a simple swing, without utilizing any breathing technique, as a Pillar-level swordsman who had learned some swordsmanship from Shinobu, this one strike was enough to cleave steel in two!
But…
As soon as that strike was unleashed, both she and Butterfly Ninja, their gazes fixed on the blade, found themselves unable to move their eyes away, not even by a hair's breadth.
They witnessed the silver-white strand of hair clinging tightly to the sword's edge, unfazed by the sharp blade's passage through the air. The infused swordsmanship attack had failed to sever it in two.
In fact, there was more to it than that.
If Butterfly Ninja and Kanae possessed an extremely keen perception, allowing them to see the world at the cellular level with their naked eyes, they would have been able to observe that Kanae's sword edge hadn't even disturbed the surface of the hair's cells, let alone inflict any damage.
This was only to be expected.
One might say that it would be strange if it had left any marks.
A single drop of Muzan Kibutsuji's blood could create a ferocious demon, and likewise, even a single strand of his hair possessed a certain degree of resilience. To Kanae and the others, it held significant research value.
For a being one level above Muzan Kibutsuji, a being that had perfected its transformation and no longer feared the sun, a single strand of their hair would also hold great value for Muzan to study.
For a being that stood above even that, a single strand of hair from them would have a profound impact on Muzan, the Demon King who was unafraid of the sun.
And for a being that stood above that one…
After traversing at least four or five immense spans of life, one would finally reach Feng Ye's level.
While Kanae and the others could analyze and comprehend a strand of Muzan's hair, the cells of a being one level above him would enter a realm beyond their understanding. Climbing further up the ladder, they would encounter realms far beyond their reach.
In fact, if Feng Ye hadn't placed a seal on that strand of hair, Kanae wouldn't have been able to swing her sword to cut it, let alone pick it up!
The Nichirin Blade would have shattered upon contact.
That was not the end of it.
The strand of hair would have fallen heavily to the ground, easily pierced the earth, penetrated the planet's core, and destroyed the entire planet!
This was merely its physical property.
Feng Ye's strand of hair also possessed spiritual properties. If he hadn't suppressed them, even a glance from an ordinary person at this strand of hair would have been unable to bear the immense pressure brought about by the vast spiritual gap, causing their soul and body to shatter instantly!
Even a Pillar like Kanae would have faced the same fate, and Muzan Kibutsuji would have been no exception.
"Sister…"
Butterfly Ninja, her eyes wide with astonishment, couldn't help but speak up as she stared at the silver-white strand of hair.
Kanae gently waved her hand, causing the silvery strand of hair to float in the air before her. She took a deep breath, her gaze intense and serious.
"Flower Breathing: Sixth Form—Whirlpool Peach!"
Having confirmed that the strand of hair was even more extraordinary than she had imagined, she wasted no time in testing and decisively unleashed her breathing technique.
Petals danced in the air as a semicircular turbine slash erupted from her blade, colliding forcefully with the silvery hair in midair.
Boom!!!
A far more shocking scene unfolded than before.
If the previous attempt to slice the hair with her sword had only revealed its uniqueness, this strike was truly awe-inspiring.
The sides of the silvery hair remained untouched, but the front, where the blade had made contact, showed an astonishing result—the attack of a Pillar-level swordsman had been completely negated and absorbed.
What surprised Kanae even more was that the silvery strand of hair remained unmoved! It had just been lifted by her blade, appearing ordinary, but now it seemed to connect the heavens and the earth.
It arched gracefully, floating in the air, soft and supple, maintaining its position despite her blade's force. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge it even a fraction.
Until the power of that strike was completely spent...
Until Kanae could no longer sustain her attack...
The silvery strand of hair finally fell back down, coiling around her blade once more, looking soft and unremarkable, with no signs of anything unusual.
"How is this possible..."
Butterfly Ninja, standing at a distance, was utterly dumbfounded, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Incomprehensible.
Unacceptable.
Such a thing was happening right before their eyes.
Kanae stared at the soft hair on her blade, her brain frozen, momentarily unable to process what she was witnessing.
She raised her right hand, lifting the hair back into the air, and then gripped her Nichirin Blade with both hands.
"Flower Breathing: Sword Form—Blade Dance!"
This technique did not belong to the original Flower Breathing style.
It was a new move she had created by combining her sword skills, learned from Shinobu, with her breathing technique. It was the most powerful move in her arsenal.
Szz!
The air itself seemed to tear apart.
Her Nichirin Blade gleamed, enveloped in a pinkish glow, as the petals of light sliced through the air, unleashing a power unimaginable to ordinary people. But instead of a grand explosion, the light condensed into a tiny, inch-long blade that fell towards the silvery hair.
Psh!
This time, the sound was even quieter than before.
As the inch-long blade of light touched the silvery hair, it popped like a fragile bubble, shattering into pieces. Yet, the silvery hair remained completely unaffected, as if it hadn't been touched at all. It continued its mundane descent towards the ground.
Beads of sweat formed on Kanae's forehead.
Butterfly Ninja mirrored her sister's expression.
Incomprehensible.
They had slain countless demons, encountered countless Blood Demon Arts, and faced all sorts of bizarre abilities. Some had even pushed them to the brink, but they had always found a way to prevail and defeat their foes.
But this time was different.
It wasn't a Blood Demon Art, nor was it an ability—it was something entirely incomprehensible.
In the ensuing silence, Feng Ye's voice drifted towards them.
"Looks like I've won our little wager."
"Keep that strand of hair safe. It will help change your destiny."
By the time Butterfly Ninja and Kanae snapped out of their stupor, Feng Ye was nowhere to be seen.
Only the silvery strand of hair remained, lying on the ground, swaying gently in the breeze, as if it could be blown away at any moment.
(End of Chapter)
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