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At that moment, Sam Miller clearly sensed the presence of the two demons before him.
Name: Susamaru
Rank: Evolved Demon (Primary Demon, Evolved Demon, Lower Rank, Upper Rank, Demon Progenitor)
Abilities: Immortality (Weakened), Handball Manipulation, Enhanced Healing
Weaknesses: Sunlight, Wisteria, Kibutsuji Muzan's Curse, Nichirin Blades
Name: Yahaba
Rank: Evolved Demon (Primary Demon, Evolved Demon, Lower Rank, Upper Rank, Demon Progenitor)
Abilities: Immortality (Weakened), Arrow Control, Enhanced Healing
Weaknesses: Sunlight, Wisteria, Kibutsuji Muzan's Curse, Nichirin Blades
Sam mentally reviewed their abilities — though he already knew what they could do.
To be honest, their abilities weren't especially unique. But what made these demons dangerous was how well they had mastered their skills.
Susamaru's handball attacks were devastating, capable of crushing buildings with the force of cannon blasts.
Yahaba's arrow technique allowed him to manipulate the trajectory of anything he touched — a skill that made his attacks unpredictable.
"Come on, let's play handball together!" Susamaru giggled, hurling a handball like a cannonball.
Sam sidestepped the attack. The ball barely grazed his cheek before slamming into the ground behind him — leaving a massive crater in its wake.
But before Sam could react, the handball twisted mid-air and shot back toward him from behind.
An invisible arrow pattern shimmered faintly on its surface — Yahaba's handiwork.
"Boom! Break a big hole in him!" Susamaru laughed gleefully. "Did you really think that ball wouldn't come back?"
Her handball attacks combined with Yahaba's arrows allowed the projectiles to change direction at will — a deadly combination.
"Clang!"
With a swift motion, Sam's blade flashed behind him, slicing the returning handball clean in half.
"If that's all you've got... you're no match for me," Sam muttered coldly.
He shifted his stance, lowering his body slightly before suddenly launching himself forward like a bullet.
"Boom!"
The ground cracked beneath him as he charged at Susamaru.
"Fun, fun!" Susamaru's grin widened as her body swelled. Suddenly, she sprouted eight muscular arms — each one gripping a handball.
"Let's keep playing!" she giggled, hurling all eight handballs at once.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Eight consecutive strikes shot through the air like cannon fire.
"Ching! Ching! Ching!"
In a blur of movement, Sam's Nichirin Blade danced through the air, slicing all eight handballs to pieces in rapid succession.
"Stop playing around," Yahaba growled. His face tightened as he realized Sam wasn't just some weak demon.
But before Yahaba could act...
Swish!
A streak of silver light flashed — and Yahaba's right hand was severed at the wrist.
"Ah!" Yahaba yelped in pain, stumbling back. He barely had time to react before Sam's blade flashed again — this time, streaking straight for his neck.
Eyes wide with panic, Yahaba dropped to the ground, rolling frantically to avoid the killing blow.
"Ugh... disgusting," Yahaba muttered bitterly, looking down at his mud-stained robes. As someone obsessed with cleanliness, the filth enraged him almost as much as the injury.
Stretching out his remaining arm, Yahaba watched as his severed hand — still bearing its creepy eye — scuttled across the ground like a spider before reattaching itself to his wrist.
Sam observed the scene calmly.
Typical. As long as their heads aren't removed, demons can regenerate.
Stronger demons like Yahaba could heal even faster.
"Go to hell!" Yahaba shouted, extending his palm once more. The eerie eye embedded in his hand blinked — and an invisible red arrow shot toward Sam with incredible speed.
At the same time, Susamaru launched eight handballs from multiple directions.
No escape this time...
Or so they thought.
Sam smirked and quietly whispered:
"Burrow."
In an instant, Sam's body vanished into the ground.
The red arrow and eight handballs struck the empty space where he had stood.
"Did he... die?" Yahaba muttered, staring at the cloud of dust.
"This isn't fun!" Susamaru whined. "I wasn't done playing yet!"
They both stared at the massive crater, confident that Sam had been obliterated. After all, even a demon's body would struggle to recover from such devastating force.
But... something felt off.
There's no blood...
"Wait..." Yahaba's eyes widened in alarm.
"Too late."
A shadow emerged from the ground behind them — Sam, his sword already drawn.
Yahaba and Susamaru barely had time to turn before Sam's blade flashed like lightning.
"Draw."
"Slash."
A clean arc of silver traced through the air. Blood sprayed from their necks as their severed heads toppled to the ground.
"Damn it..." Yahaba gasped as his head rolled across the dirt.
"Handball... let's play..." Susamaru murmured weakly, her childlike voice fading as her body crumbled to ash.
Their bodies dissolved into wisps of black smoke, fading into nothingness.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a demon. Reward acquired..."
The familiar system voice echoed in Sam's mind.