Japan during the Taisho period was filled with an atmosphere similar to that of the British Industrial Revolution. This familiar scene brought up a trace of nostalgia in Dio's heart. This nostalgia was not for his father who had disappointed him, but for his mother who had worked hard to raise him. In this strange land, Dio's majestic figure of meters high was like a mountain standing out from the crowd in this country where the average height was less than meters. No matter where he went, he became the focus of everyone's attention. His arrival was like a majestic lion, inadvertently breaking into the territory of the dwarf animals. Wherever he passed, he caused waves of amazement and onlookers from the civilians. However, Dio 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 civilians around him. Amid the screams of the crowd, two civilians were chopped into eight pieces by the evil ghost, and large pieces of blood splattered on people's clothes. This sudden terrorist attack plunged the entire street into an unprecedented panic. People ran around in panic, trying to escape this terrible hell. Driven by panic, the crowd became more and more chaotic, and countless people fell to the ground due to trampling on each other.
The streets were full of painful groans and scattered items, and the bustling streets became as miserable as hell on earth. When the hustle and bustle and chaos on the streets gradually subsided, Dio stood alone. He looked around, and his signature smile appeared on his face. The exaggerated laughter echoed in the empty streets, full of arrogance and complacency, as if announcing to the world: He is the real ruler of this world. After a few seconds, Dio's laughter suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly turned his head, his eyes locked on a half-open window on the second floor of a prosperous restaurant. From that window, Dio sensed a faint breath fluctuation, which was the life energy of human beings. What interested him even more was that this breath was mixed with the charm of the ripple breathing method he was familiar with. On the second floor of the restaurant, the A-class member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Taizheng Furuta, was holding his breath and carefully hiding behind the window. His eyes were fixed on the street below, closely watching Dio Brando and the evil ghost below. Taizheng Furuta originally just planned to come here to enjoy a midnight snack, but he never expected to be involved in this sudden storm. Just as Taizheng Furuta looked through the window again, using the faint light of the street lamp to observe the situation below, a trace of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes. Dio Brando, who was still standing in the same place, suddenly disappeared from the street without his noticing. The evil ghost seemed to be unaware of all this. It still hunched over, greedily biting the corpse on the ground, and every bite was accompanied by a creepy chewing sound. Tai Zheng Gutian could clearly see that blood was dripping from the corner of the evil ghost's mouth, and his face was full of cruelty and satisfaction. This sudden change made Tai Zheng Gutian, who had experienced many battles, feel an inexplicable tension. He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, his nerves were tense to the extreme, fearing that something unpredictable would happen in the next second. "Boy, where did you learn the breathing method on your body?" This sudden voice made Tai Zheng Gutian's heartbeat accelerate suddenly. He turned around quickly and saw Dio squatting on a small table in an extremely strange posture, his eyes were like wolf pupils in the dark night, tightly locked on him. Dio was extremely tall, even if he was squatting on the table at this moment, he was almost at the same level as Tai Zheng Gutian when he was standing. This sense of oppression made Tai Zheng Gutian unconsciously clench the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand.
As a Class A member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Tai Zheng Gutian would naturally not be scared by this situation. Almost at the same time as Dio's voice fell, he had already drawn the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand. "Breath of Fire II: Rising Flame Sky!" Tai Zheng Gu Tian shouted in a deep voice, and the tightly grasped Nichirin Sword instantly burst into dazzling flames. The blade slashed from bottom to top, leaving a trail of hot flames. The flames tore through the air, making a whistling sound, accompanied by a strong smell of burning. Tai Zheng Gu Tian stared at Dio's neck, as if he had foreseen the victory that this knife would bring. Just as the blade was about to touch Dio's neck, Dio just waved his hand lightly. Tai Zheng Gu Tian only felt an invisible resistance suddenly attacking, and the Nichirin Sword that was originally unstoppable was actually fixed in the air, only three centimeters away from Dio's neck. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Tai Zheng Gu Tian widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Dio gently placed his fingers on the blade that was burning with fire. The flames made a sizzling sound when they came into contact with Dio's fingers. Dio closed his eyes, with a focused look on his face. "The familiar energy seems to be a variant of the ripple breathing method." The principle of the ripple breathing method is to generate ripple-like energy in the human body through a special breathing rhythm, thereby stimulating a strong vitality. This power was originally created for self-cultivation and the pursuit of immortality. Although the external manifestation of the breath of fire displayed by Taizheng Gutian is very different from the ripple breathing method, Dio can keenly capture the commonality between them. Dio retracted his fingers, and the burned wound healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye in the astonished eyes of Taizheng Gutian. Dio slowly stood up from the table, like a giant beast awakening from 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 30 centimeters and the majestic muscles like sculptures made Taizheng Gutian feel unprecedented oppression. In the face of this powerful momentum, Taizheng Gutian's hands holding the Sun Wheel Sword trembled constantly, as if telling his inner panic and anxiety. Taizheng Gutian felt like a lone boat, standing on the turbulent sea. The raging storm made him shaky and he might be swallowed up by the huge waves at any time. Dio spoke again: "Boy, tell me, where did you learn your wave breathing method?" Tai Zheng Gu Tian gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and gathered all his strength on the Sun Blade in his hand through the Flame Breathing Method. The flame on the blade became more and more vigorous, as if it wanted to break free and engulf the entire restaurant in a sea of fire. "Evil ghost! Die!" Tai Zheng Gu Tian roared, wielding the burning Sun Blade and slashing at Dio.