Muzan gritted his teeth and stared at Chika with a ferocious expression. If there was anything that he hated more than that dark history, it was that someone would bring it up in front of him.
He used to consider himself invincible and wandered around at night. Although there were recent rumors that the Demon Slayer Corps had become different from before, Muzan did not take it to heart.
The Demon Slayer Corps? They're nothing to brag about!
These levels are not even in the same dimension. No matter how much the Demon Slayer Corps makes a fuss, they are still only in the category of being below his level.
If a member of the Demon Slayer Corps appeared in front of him, Muzan was confident that he could slap them awake from their ridiculous fantasy with a single slap, and incidentally knock their head off as well.
Muzan, with such thoughts, unexpectedly encountered the young Yoriichi, much like finding love around the corner.
Muzan: A sword? A samurai? A Demon Slayer Corps member?
Yoriichi: A demon? A demon king? Danger!
With just a glance between them, before Muzan could even look at him again, he was slashed to the brink of death by Yoriichi. Almost purely on instinct, he self-destructed into more than 1,800 pieces of flesh. Taking advantage of the fact that Yoriichi couldn't cut so many pieces of flesh in one go, he successfully escaped from Yoriichi's grasp.
This is Muzan's only and biggest dark history. He didn't even tell the truth to Kokushibo, whom he considered a business partner, only vaguely saying that he lost to Yoriichi.
At this moment, his dark history was so bluntly stated by Chika, and even in a contradictory manner. This was no longer just a matter of how Muzan felt. Muzan gritted his teeth and let out a furious roar at Chika.
The bone whips on his back lashed out swiftly and fiercely towards Qianxia. Although Qianxia had already assumed a fighting stance, she was still sent flying by these bone whips.
Chika crashed into a wall, which shattered instantly without holding for even a second, sending her into another space.
Seeing this, Muzan ignored the others around him and rushed towards Chika, who had been knocked away. At this moment, Muzan only wanted to tear Chika apart and then devour her bit by bit in great pain and despair.
Chika, who was sent flying by Muzan, spun around in the air two or three times before finally managing to steady herself by frantically scraping her feet against the ground.
Although it seemed that, just like in the battle against Kokushibo, Chinatsu provoked her opponent with words, the result was completely different. The fundamental reason was that Muzan was stronger than Kokushibo.
Kokushibo's strength lies in his unpredictable Moon Breathing technique. Without intelligence, his sword aura is virtually impossible to defend against, and his high output is also difficult to withstand.
This type of work combines both "mechanism" and "numerical value".
Muzan is a pure "numerical monster." Even the Crimson Blade can ignore his regenerative abilities. His whip strike has the power to shatter a building, and the complex organs within him—five brains and seven hearts—provide him with virtually limitless stamina...
Once she regained her footing, Chika looked ahead and saw Muzan charging fiercely towards her.
With nine bone whips on her back and two spiked whips on her arms, Chinatsu felt no sense of fighting against a humanoid opponent amidst such chaotic and sharp attacks.
A complete and utter monster!
Chika struggled to wield her crimson sword to defend herself, but she was still inevitably hit by Muzan's bone whip a few times, and a lot of blood splattered from Chika's body.
However, Chinatsu's expression did not change at all, which greatly disappointed Muzan, who had originally wanted to see Chinatsu in pain.
"You can't feel pain, can you? If that's the case, you're a monster." Muzan tried to confuse Chika with his words, but Chika wasn't buying it.
"Kagura of the Fire God - Scorching Sun".
The vortex-like flames and sword energy temporarily blocked Muzan's whip strikes. Then, as Chika leaned back and leaped to create distance between herself and Muzan, she switched her breathing technique.
"Breath of the Moon - Seventh Form - Mirror of Calamity - Moon Reflection!"
With a swift swing, Chika unleashed three serrated crescent blades toward Muzan. This sudden moon-like attack caught Muzan off guard, and with a loud "bang!", a thick fog billowed up on Muzan's side.
On Tanjiro's side, Zenitsu Agatsuma, who had been helped up from unconsciousness, couldn't help but sigh as he watched this scene.
"Amazing... We... We can win!"
Unlike Zenitsu, Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Pillar, was covered in wounds and half-crouched in front of Mitsuri.
"It's too early to talk about these things now. Although I don't want to say anything that would demoralize us, everyone should be prepared to charge forward at any time..."
Indeed, it's only been one round, and it's too early to celebrate now. Besides, celebrating at halftime is a very strong flag.
Meanwhile, under another FlAG, "no damage despite smoke," Muzan calmly emerged from the thick fog. This was the suppressive power of a "numerical monster." Fortunately, the "aging" part of the ultimate poison within him was already secretly taking effect.
The ultimate poison is the greatest weapon to defeat Muzan. Every minute that passes, Muzan's body will age by 50 years.
The lifespan of a demon is indeed long, even seemingly eternal, but the aging of the body is not in vain. The seemingly infinite physical strength will decline as the body ages, and this physical strength is precisely the foundation of the demon's powerful physical qualities and regenerative abilities.
In the original story, Tanjiro and others even dragged Muzan to the age of 9,000, which made Tanjiro, in his power-up state, able to fight him.
Chika stared intently at Muzan. If they were all at full health and ganged up on him, she was 1000% confident she could kill him and lead everyone to a happy ending.
But a one-on-one fight is a completely different story...
In the blink of an eye, a bone whip lashed out toward Chika's head. Chika's body reacted instinctively, narrowly dodging the blow.
"Akasa's... compass?"
Muzan was somewhat surprised by Chinatsu's reaction just now, and then the determination to "kill" in his eyes became even stronger.
His back has nine bone whips, his hands can transform into two spiked whips, and his lower body can split into eight more tube whips, which are even faster than the bone whips on his back.
"I admit, you are indeed more perfect than me now, but there's no doubt that I am... much stronger than you!!!"
All of Muzan's whips were fiercely lashed out at Chika, their speed so fast that they even produced sharp whistling sounds as they pierced the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
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