Chapter 71 Ripple Breathing Technique?
Japan during the Taisho period was filled with an atmosphere similar to that of the British Industrial Revolution. This familiar scene aroused a sense of nostalgia in Dior's heart.
This memory is not directed at his father who had deeply disappointed him, but dedicated to the mother who worked hard to raise him.
In this strange land, Dior's majestic figure of 1.85 meters tall, in a country where the average height is less than 1.6 meters, is like a towering mountain, becoming the center of attention wherever he goes. .
His arrival was like a majestic lion, inadvertently intruding into the territory of the small animals. Wherever he passed, he aroused waves of wonder and onlookers from the civilians.
Dior was deeply disgusted with the feeling of being watched like a rare animal.
Dio moved his fingers slightly, and an evil ghost understood Dio's meaning and roared towards the surrounding civilians.
Amid everyone's shocked screams, two civilians were cut into pieces by the evil spirit, and large areas of blood spattered on people's clothes.
This sudden terrorist attack plunged the entire street into unprecedented panic.
People were running in panic, trying to escape this terrible hell.
Driven by panic, the crowd became more and more chaotic, and countless people were injured and fell to the ground because they trampled on each other.
The streets were filled with sounds of painful groans and items scattered on the ground. The lively streets became as miserable as hell on earth.
When the noise and chaos in the streets gradually subsided, Dio stood alone.
He looked around, with that iconic smile on his face, and his exaggerated laughter echoed in the empty streets, full of arrogance and self-satisfaction, as if he was announcing to the world that he was the real master of this world.
A few seconds later, Dio's laughter suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, he slowly turned his head, and locked his gaze on a half-open window on the second floor of a prosperous restaurant.
From that window, Dio noticed a faint fluctuation of breath, which was the life energy of human beings.
What interested him even more was that this breath was actually mixed with the charm of the ripple breathing technique that he was familiar with.
On the second floor of the restaurant, Taimasa Furuta, a Class A member of the Demon Slayer Corps, was holding his breath and carefully hiding behind the window.
His eyes were fixed on the street below, paying close attention to Dio Brando and the evil ghost below.
Taizheng Gutian originally planned to come here to enjoy a late-night snack, but he never expected to be involved in this sudden turmoil.
Just when Taizheng Gutian looked through the window again and used the faint light of the street lamp to observe the situation below, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Dio Brando, who was still standing where he was, suddenly disappeared from the street without him noticing.
The evil ghost seemed unaware of all this.
It was still hunched over, biting the corpses on the ground greedily, and every bite was accompanied by a creepy chewing sound.
Taizheng Gutian could clearly see blood dripping from the corner of the evil ghost's mouth, and his face was full of cruelty and satisfaction.
This sudden change made Taizheng Gutian, who had experienced many battles, feel inexplicably nervous.
He held the weapon in his hand tightly, his nerves tense to the extreme, for fear that something unpredictable would happen in the next second.
"Boy, where did you learn the breathing technique on your body?" This sudden voice made Taizheng Gutian's heart beat faster.
He turned around quickly and saw Dio squatting on a small table in an extremely strange posture, his eyes like wolf pupils in the dark night, locked tightly with him. Dior is unusually tall. Even when he is crouching on the table, he is almost at eye level with Tai Zheng Furuta when he is standing.
This sense of oppression made Taizheng Gutian unconsciously tighten the Nichirin sword in his hand.
As a Class A member of the Demon Slayer Squad, Taisho Furuta would naturally not be frightened by this situation. Almost as soon as Dio finished speaking, he had already pulled out the Nichirin Sword in his hand.
"Breath of Fire 2nd Form: The Rising Sky of Fire!" Taisho Furuta shouted in a deep voice, and the Nichirin Sword he held tightly erupted into dazzling fire.
The blade suddenly slashed from bottom to top, creating a trail of blazing flames.
The flames tore through the air, making a roaring sound, accompanied by a strong smell of burning.
Taizheng Gutian stared closely at Dior's neck, as if he had foreseen the victory that this sword was about to bring.
Just when the blade was about to touch Dio's neck, Dio just waved his hand lightly.
Taizheng Gutian felt an invisible resistance suddenly hit him. The originally powerful Nichirin sword was frozen in the air, only three centimeters away from Dio's neck.
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. Taizheng Gutian's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
Dio gently placed his fingers on the burning blade, and the flames made a sizzling sound when they came into contact with Dio's fingers.
Dio closed his eyes, a look of concentration on his face.
"The familiar energy seems to be a variant derived from the ripple breathing method."
The principle of ripple breathing is to generate ripple-like energy in the human body through special breathing rhythms, thereby stimulating powerful vitality.
This power was originally created for the purpose of self-cultivation and the pursuit of immortality.
Although the external expression of the flaming breath shown by Taizheng Furuta is completely different from the ripple breathing method, Dior was able to keenly capture their inner similarities.
Dio retracted his finger, and the burnt wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye under Taizheng Gutian's astonished eyes.
Dio slowly stood up from the table, like a giant beast awakening from a deep sleep, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
His height and physique formed an insurmountable barrier in front of Taizheng Gutian. The height difference of nearly thirty centimeters and the majestic muscles like sculptures made Taizheng Gutian feel oppressed like never before.
In the face of this powerful momentum, Taisheng Furuta's hands holding the Nichirin Sword trembled continuously, as if to express his inner panic and uneasiness.
Taizheng Gutian felt like a lonely boat on the turbulent sea. The raging storm made him teetering on the edge, and he might be mercilessly swallowed by the huge waves at any time.
Dio spoke again: "Boy, tell me, where did you learn the ripple breathing technique?"
Taisho Furuta gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his body's strength on the Nichirin Sword in his hand through the breathing method of inflammation.
The flames on the blade became more and more intense, as if they were about to break free and engulf the entire restaurant in a sea of fire.
"Evil ghost! Die!" Taizheng Furuta roared angrily, wielding the burning Nichirin sword and slashed at Dio.
(End of chapter)