I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

Chapter 61 Slaying the Killer Ghost

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Some of the teenagers couldn't withstand the intense scene and completely broke down, letting out a hysterical scream before running frantically down the mountain.

Those with slightly stronger willpower were also vomiting profusely until they were completely limp, barely able to support themselves by pressing their backs against the tree trunk.

Most of them had no experience fighting ghosts, so their reactions to bloody scenes were actually similar to those of ordinary people.

This is why a large number of new recruits die at Fujikasake Mountain every year.

Besides lacking strength, a lack of mental fortitude is also a fatal weakness.

This year's final selection was much more brutal than in previous years.

In the past, it was always the humans who were bleeding, but this year, most of the demons in Fujikasane Mountain have died under Chu Yang's blade.

No ghosts dared to linger in the shadows and spy on Chu Yang anymore. They vaguely sensed that Chu Yang could still occasionally glance at their location during the lulls in the battle.

"I wonder where that little girl has run off to." Chu Yang let out a long breath, feeling somewhat tired. Although none of those ghosts were a match for him, fighting ghosts for so long would still be tiring.

"Forget it, if we can save her, it's fate; if we can't, then it's her destiny." Chu Yang slung his sword back over his shoulder, glanced back at the group of young swordsmen who were too frightened to stand, and turned to leave.

He felt that even if these people managed to leave Fujikasane Mountain alive, many of them would likely choose to give up and abandon the idea of ​​joining the Demon Slayer Corps.

It's been almost six hours since it got dark, and it will be light in another hour or two at most.

Chu Yang's killing intent and bloodlust were so intense they seemed to reach the heavens, and no demons or monsters dared to approach him.

Just as Chu Yang was about to give up searching for Zhen Gu, his nose suddenly smelled an extremely strong stench, even worse than the boy ghost he had encountered at the temple that day.

Hand ghost!

Chu Yang's intuition told him that this was the scent of the Hand Ghost, so he immediately headed towards the source of the scent.

The further Chu Yang went, the more he saw broken tree trunks and cracked woodland. Clearly, this was a battlefield, and the two sides seemed to be moving deeper into the area.

Chu Yang continued walking forward...

"I have devoured a total of 12 Linlong disciples. Little fox, you are about to become the 13th. It has only been a year since I ate that brat last time."

"Hehehe..."

The Hand Demon continued to laugh triumphantly, then provoked Makomo with his words, "You guys really like wearing those masks to your deaths, otherwise I might not have discovered your identities."

"To you, that's a mask that can avert calamity? Hahaha, what's the difference between that and Linlong killing you with his own hands? How ironic!"

Makomo was trembling all over. Every word Teki said was like a sharp thorn, piercing her heart. Especially after hearing the whole story of Sabito's death from him, her mentality gradually collapsed.

"Shut up! That's not what you're saying! Mr. Linlong gave us the disaster-averting masks so that we could return home safely!"

"I will absolutely not allow you to insult Mr. Linlong like this!"

Makomo's eyes welled up with tears, and then she let out a roar!

Because she lost her mind, her breathing became erratic!

Originally known for her agility, her speed gradually slowed down, causing the situation that had been in her favor to be reversed in an instant.

Makomo's mind was in turmoil, and her movements became terribly distorted.

The cunning ghost seized the opportunity and launched a fatal attack on the bewildered girl.

The arms that covered the head all burst out and shot towards Makomo. Each of its arms possessed immense power, which is why it was called the Hand Demon.

Makomo was a step too slow in realizing what was happening.

She tried to escape the encirclement of arms, but her feet were still held by the ghostly hands.

"Hahaha!!!"

"I said I would kill all of Linlong's disciples, and you are no exception!"

With a slight increase in force, the excited demon immediately unleashed a chilling scream from Makomo's mouth. Her legs felt as if they were being clamped by a pair of vises, about to be torn off.

"Go to hell, you brat!"

As soon as the ghost finished speaking, he heard a whooshing sound, as if something heavy was flying towards him at high speed.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the Hand Ghost was immediately horrified.

The next second, an exaggeratedly large horse-slaying sword flew past it, spraying blood everywhere.

The arms that were binding Makomo were severed simultaneously in an instant!

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!"

The indescribable pain caused the hand demon to instantly go berserk. It looked around and roared angrily:

"Who is it? Which damn guy is it?!"

"That's really scary." Chu Yang leaped from the shadows and landed next to the horse-slaying sword, kicking away the arm on the ground in the process.

He picked up the saber and slung it over his shoulder, laughing, "You look rather creepy. Let me teach you a lesson so you won't look so ugly."

After mocking the Hand Demon, Chu Yang glanced at Makomo lying on the ground. The girl was unconscious, but her face unconsciously showed a pained expression, obviously because the Hand Demon had injured her when it grabbed her.

Chu Yang sighed, "I arrived a step too late, but thankfully, I'm safe and sound."

"Stop talking big, you two are going to die!" In just a short while, the Hand Demon's severed arm had mostly recovered. It roared and charged towards Chu Yang, its huge body resembling a tank.

dong dong dong~~~

The earth was trembling.

Chu Yang gripped the saber tightly with both hands, his blood boiling with each breath.

As the energy flowed throughout his body, streams of white vapor emerged from his mouth and nose.

He stomped his feet hard, cracking the ground beneath his feet, and shot out like a cannonball, crashing head-on into the ghost's shoulder.

The once menacing Hand Ghost was knocked off balance by the impact and couldn't even stand up. He fell backward, his body riddled with openings.

Before its arms could even make a protective move, its head was severed by Chu Yang's blade as it staggered.

The flying head stared straight at Chu Yang, its eyes filled with disbelief.

As life plunged into utter darkness, the Hand Demon's voice was filled with regret and resentment, "Impossible...humans couldn't possibly possess such power!"

It believed its body was as hard as steel, but in front of Chu Yang, it was as fragile as paper.

"Phew." Chu Yang wiped the sweat from his brow. After a busy night, he was finally starting to feel like he had finished warming up.

After killing the Hand Demon, Chu Yang picked up the unconscious Makomo. Before leaving, he felt something watching him from the shadows.

It must be those disciples of Urokodaki Sakonji who died...

It's a pity that Chu Yang didn't arrive a few years earlier; otherwise, he would have had the opportunity to save even more young people.

Chu Yang carried Makomo around Mount Fujikasa, used his Observation Haki to lock onto two demons that had devoured a large number of their own kind, and then killed them.

While they weren't as powerful as the Hand Demon, they were still beyond the capabilities of a newcomer.

For the next seven days, Chu Yang continued to kill those ghosts that had grown to a certain level, and the bloody smell on Tengxi Mountain was much stronger than before.