Chapter 46 Bloodline War

"ha?"

Akaza couldn't understand it; he was particularly annoyed by Doma, seeing him as the epitome of trouble. He'd unfortunately run into this persistent nuisance while reporting on a mission.

"Bloodline battle?"

Kibutsuji Muzan narrowed his blood-red eyes. He had only come to retrieve the materials that Akaza had been searching for.

"Yes, Master Muzan."

Doma smiled and casually opened the golden fan in his hand, revealing the name Lower Moon Three on his colorful eyes.

Iwakatsu raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't expected Doma to climb to such a high position so quickly. And now, with the bloodline battle involving Kibutsuji Muzan, Doma could only challenge the Upper Moon.

It seems Doma truly is a genius, rising through the ranks so quickly. Watching him smile at Akaza, Iwakatsu silently mourned for his third brother for a few seconds.

"Really? Then who do you want to challenge?"

"Oh dear, I ran into Miss Tao last time. I still miss her figure. I really want to have a passionate conversation with her!"

Yan Sheng was speechless, silently mourning for the poor girl showing off her love. After all, fighting with Douma meant either her death or her demise.

Akaza, who had overheard the whole thing, was clearly not so calm. Now, as the Lower Moon Two, he found it extremely difficult to accept Doma being above him; he was going to be driven crazy by it!

Iwakatsu had obviously thought of this as well. He looked at Akaza with pity, but Akaza's face was long and drawn, clearly showing his unwillingness.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Muzan Kibutsuji clearly didn't want to hide his impatience, but this was indeed a rule he had set.

"Nakime, call the demon over here." Kibutsuji Muzan casually called out, then looked up in the direction of Iwakatsu. "Kuroshibo, how much longer are you going to stand there?"

Yan Sheng didn't want to watch the fight; he was starving and would be so hungry he'd have to eat ghosts. But the scoundrel kept staring at him, so Yan Sheng could only curse inwardly.

Iwakatsu leaped down, landing steadily in front of Muzan Kibutsuji, and bowed respectfully. His six eyes lowered slightly, avoiding the scoundrel's gaze, and he remained silent.

"Isn't this Lord Kokushibo? The last time I saw you was when we first met."

When Douma saw Kokushibo, his eyes crinkled into a smile. Kokushibo glanced at him and noticed that although all of Douma's emotions were feigned, he had a particular fondness for displaying a smiling expression.

"Um."

Iwakatsu stood there calmly, his whole body upright, showing no sign of anything amiss despite Doma's playful grin.

"when--."

The sound of a pipa began, and Nakime flicked her wrist, gently plucking the strings a few times, teleporting several demons over. Iwakatsu watched the demons appear one after another, and also noticed that their numbers had clearly decreased.

Hey, what's going on? The lousy boss didn't lay off any employees?

As someone who was basically always by Muzan Kibutsuji's side, Iwakatsu naturally knew this. He looked at Nakime, whom he knew best, and asked her in his mind.

“Uh…” Nakime knew the reason, of course, but because Muzan Kibutsuji could hear the conversation, she was worried that he would lose his temper and take it out on her.

She glanced at Muzan Kibutsuji, who seemed oblivious, before explaining the situation to Iwakatsu. It was because they had encountered members of the Demon Slayer Corps, and Muzan hadn't been able to defeat those demons. Muzan had been so angry about this that he smashed several of Muzan's glass test tubes.

Yan Sheng: OK, I understand.

He guessed that the scumbag boss was also angry about why he couldn't beat the other party, but he certainly didn't care whether his tool ghost lived or died.

"Master Wuhan."

The demons who arrived later immediately spotted Muzan Kibutsuji and knelt on the ground. Iwakatsu, observing this scene, had grown accustomed to it; it was truly terrifying feudalism.

"Alright, enough talk, let's begin."

Muzan Kibutsuji waved his hand, and the sound of Nakime's biwa began. The buildings of the Infinity Castle changed with the music, forming a wide arena with high walls on all sides.

Wow, good eye! No wonder he's the scumbag boss's best attendant.

Iwakatsu gave Nakime an appreciative look, then turned to look at the two people standing opposite each other in the middle.

With a flick of his wrists, a pair of golden fans appeared in his hands. He twirled around as if performing, and the fans snapped open with a bang.

"Miss Tao, it seems we had a bit of an unpleasantness last time we met, but I believe this exchange will bring us even closer."

Jiang Chuntao had no interest in Tong Mo's handsome appearance. She snorted coldly and conjured up a beautiful long bone in her hand. With each flick of her whip, different flowers bloomed brightly on the white bone whip.

"Kid, do you want to die?!"

Jiang Chuntao didn't make a move, but the people in the stands couldn't sit still. Yan Sheng glanced over and immediately understood.

Oh, so it's the simp guy. Wait, wait, it seems like they're together.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I forgot that the beautiful lady is already taken. What a pity."

Tong Mo looked at the other person with a regretful expression. Jiang Chuntao didn't care; she lowered her body, and the long whip in her hand lashed forward with the movement of her arm.

"Blood Demon Art: Rebirth and Flower Transformation".

The white bone whip seemed to have a life of its own, swaying and wrapping around Doma's waist and thighs. The flowers on it parasitically coiled their roots around Doma's body the moment they touched him, digging into his flesh.

"Hmph hmph hmph, hmph hmph~".

Doma sensed something was wrong with his body, but he didn't panic too much.

"Blood Demon Art: Frozen Mist".

With a slight turn of his wrist, the golden fan unfurled, spraying out ice crystals in a misty spray. The icy aura lowered the temperature of the air around Douma to zero, and even the flowers entwined around him froze into a thin layer of ice.

The white mist dispersed in all directions, and Yan Sheng could clearly see that Jiang Chuntao swept across the mist at top speed after entering it.

"Snap—".

The bone whip swung around Doma repeatedly, inflicting numerous wounds on her. After her body spun 360 degrees in the air, the whip lashed down, tightly wrapping around Doma's fair neck.

"Blood Demon Art: Wood Cutting Transfer".

With a whoosh, flowers instantly sprouted from the almost healed abrasions on Douma's body, absorbing his blood and flesh, growing ever more vibrant. Jiang Chuntao, in turn, felt powerful because of this.

"What an amazing ability, but unfortunately it's useless to me~."

Doma laughed, and the flowers on his body quickly condensed into a thin layer of ice crystals, which then fell off with a whoosh and shattered on the ground.

Jiang Chuntao's eyes sharpened. She released the bone whip and leaped backward, landing steadily on the ground in a defensive stance.

The surrounding white fog grew thicker and thicker. Unlike the others who couldn't see clearly, Iwakatsu was able to see the movements of Doma and Jiang Chuntao.

Clang!

The white whip left afterimages in the white mist, but Douma reacted quickly and blocked it, his golden fan deflecting her attack.

Iwakatsu watched with great interest, almost wanting to grab some melon seeds. Indeed, in this kind of action-packed anime world, the fighting is the most entertaining.

The white mist grew thicker, and the movements of both sides became faster and faster. Just as the fan and bone whip clashed once more, Jiang Chuntao's movements abruptly stopped, and she was thrown several meters away by the immense pressure.

Douma stood there, the white mist gradually dissipating. He closed his fan with his right hand and looked at the other person with a smile.

"Miss Tao, are you alright?"