Fists of steel

"What's t-tthis feeling why do I feel like I'm standing before Lucifer? This immense pressure... no, no way how can i be scared with just a look from this kid. I'm far greater than this".

" I've faced many situations and people stronger than him but this... His cold stare is driving me insane, i cant just stand and watch this low life mortal torment me any longer" the commander of the valiant troops started shaking nervously.

"let her go" he said with an icy cold tone. Still in the same expressionless manner he directed his Qi energy to increase his surrounding aura, thus inflicting more fear and immense pressure on the commander.

Still with the same expressionless tone like that of a humanoid robot he spoke

"do you know what it's like to be dead twice?".

At this moment the commander of the valiant troops was now scared as a cat.

"begone if you dont crave yourself another death wish"

This made the commander felt like he was being hypnotized. If it were to be a mere mortal in this situation he would have ran mad.

With much effort, he tried to lift his sword from the ground...

"just diee!!!" he charged towards Gang with his sword in a dashing speed as lightening.

"He's too fast i can barely see him, all that's left is his blurred aftermath. There's no way i can counter his incoming attack. Will my life in this world be short lived... I can't continue to be a liability for others. If i had enough strength this wouldn't be happening now. No! I have a goal to meet up to. I can't waste this second opportunity... "

while he was still pondering he saw another muscular figure running through the trees. It seemed familiar.

The commander jumped and swayed his sword towards Gang's neck.

"Mwahhaha..." he was laughing already for his quick and easy victory, he tilted his head and saw a rush of wind coming towards his path and when he squinted his eyes a little more he was dealt a sharp punch on his face which sent him flying into nearby trees.

"No one messes with my grand moppets" He said proudly grinning from ears to ears.

Thumm! He quickly dashed after the valiant sending him another punch into his skull.

Grandpa Tanjiro was one of the few martial artists that don't use any borrowed power as a means of fighting. They were also called the True Gen.

Most of the the martial artists depends on Qi energies and borrowed powers.

Borrowed powers are extraordinary strengths and powers humans borrow from the gods in other to use their abilities in fighting (just like when someone borrowed power is from the God Zeus, so his/her power would be lightening and weather control).

Using borrowed powers slowly destroys and terminates the meridian channels as both of them opposes each other until the borrowed power finally overrides the Qi path thus stopping the flow of Qi energies in the meridian channels.

Grandpa Tanjiro kept on punching nonstop. During his youthful age he was nicknamed 'fist of steel'.

If it were a mere mortal he was punching this hard he would have been dead by now and brain matters would have covered the whole site.

"just end this madness already" the valiant kicked hard, aiming for grandpa Tanjiro gut.

Grandpa Tanjiro made a quick defense by using his wrist to block the incoming kick.

The valiant kick wasn't close up to him yet but he could feel the rush of wind going past him.

"if i use only my right wrist to take this incoming attack i might break my wrist"

he veered around in a blurred manner and used both of his fists to block the incoming kick.

Bam!!!

He was moved 3 feets backward because of the force of the kick. The valiant kicked again, this time aiming for his neck.

Grandpa Tanjiro, put his left foot forward and right foot towards the horizon. Still in the same position he tilted his upper body downwards.

The valiant feet swooped past his face with his feet almost grazing Grandpa Tanjiro nose. Grandpa Tanjiro figured out any mistake, the valiant could lose his balance since he's standing on just one leg.

Still in that same position, Granpa Tanjiro threw his right legs, kicking him in his pelvis area.

A big crack was heard as the valiant lost its balance and fell straight to the ground.

Its sword was 3 feets apart from him. The valiant struggled to crawl and get but he was too slow. When he was inches away from the sword, Grandpa Tanjiro crushed its skull with his fists and the ground beneath his skull shattered into debris.

The other valiants watched with horror expression on their faces.

"T-t-this monster is a devil incarnate"

They were out of words because their hope depends on their commander but now their commander is lying aimlessly on the ground and his soul slowly fizzing up into the sky like sparks of fire.

They were still awestruck, wondering the kind of human monster they came across. When suddenly they felt a cold stare, like that of a predator watching them. They shrieked in terror, they can't take down this monster alone. They had only two choices left.

One was to run back to the world of the damned (Hell) but considering it, it was no difference because its going to be even worst than dieing here.

The number one rule of the valiant troopers was that they never runaway from battle. They fight till their existence is no more.

But if they were to runaway, and one of Lucifer's henchmen got them, they weren't only going to kill them, but they were going to be given an eternal punishment which was a billion times worst than dying.

While the second choice was to call for help from the underworld, though this option looks like the easiest of the two but it was actually the hardest and it will make matters complicated between the utopias (heavens) and the world of the damned(underworld). They decided to go with the...