Chapter 196 Extinction
It had probably been less than half an hour since the destruction of Infinite City. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his fingers turning slightly white from the force. His mind raced; he had to think of a way to stop the enemy.
Muzan stared at Kokushibo, a dangerous aura emanating from him. He hated betrayal more than anything. What a pity. He had thought Kokushibo was like him, but in the end, he was still influenced by useless things. He should have known when he learned that Kokushibo had been in contact with those two brats.
"Mr. Iwakatsu! Watch out!"
Tamayo cried out in concern, explaining that the emergency measures she had taken and the serum she had injected would also affect the other person's recovery. In such a short time, Iwakatsu's wounds had only healed slightly.
"Breath of the Moon - Form 14 - Calamity - Full Moon in the Sky".
Iwakatsu swung his blade, drawing dazzling trajectories in the air. Overlapping vortex-like slashes attacked Muzan like a golden storm, each strike carrying layers of golden crescent moons.
"Boring," Muzan sneered, his figure swiftly dodging Iwakatsu's slashes. His brain worked at lightning speed, accurately predicting the trajectory of each strike, skillfully avoiding attack after attack. He quickly approached through the gaps in Iwakatsu's attacks, his leg whip stabbing fiercely into Iwakatsu's body like a venomous snake, accompanied by violent blows.
Yan Sheng sensed Muzan's attack and quickly used Hollow Cry to block Muzan's whip, while simultaneously using the recoil to retreat rapidly. He gripped the whip embedded in his abdomen with one hand, forcefully pulling it out, while stabilizing his body and suppressing the restless power within him caused by Muzan's blood.
"Kuroshibo," Muzan's voice carried a hint of mockery, "Even if you break free from my control, you're not like Tamayo. With so much blood injected into your body, do you really think you can escape unscathed after my death and not perish with me?"
"..."
Yan Sheng remained silent. He truly didn't know how to refute it. He had never considered whether he would die after Muzan's death. After all, even if he did die, the system would compensate him, even if it was just a physical death.
"Breath of the Moon - First Form - Dark Moon Palace".
Yan Sheng took a deep breath, his gaze fixed firmly on Muzan not far away. He swung his blade, a red crescent moon tinged with gold slicing across Muzan's body as he moved. Then he swiftly flipped backward, creating distance between himself and Muzan.
Muzan did not stop because of this attack. He used the whip to stabilize his body, and in the instant his wounds were healing rapidly, he kicked his leg to get close to Iwakatsu, and the remaining whips attacked Iwakatsu at the same time.
Seeing this, Yan Sheng's heart tightened, and he quickly adjusted his posture to block Muzan's attack. The two figures clashed rapidly, each collision producing a sound like metal clashing.
As the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Muzan's face, which was inches away from his, suddenly split open, causing Iwakatsu's pupils to contract violently. A huge mouth with rings of sharp teeth opened, and the pink tongue and jagged teeth made Iwakatsu's sanity plummet.
So...so abstract!
Yan Sheng felt he couldn't fight any longer. His illusory crying spirit tried to block the whips, but he could only watch as the mouth instantly bit his arm, even forgetting the pain. More than the pain of being bitten in flesh, Yan Sheng felt that his spirit had been subjected to a greater shock and destruction.
"brush--."
A golden-red flame flashed, slicing open the distance between Muzan and Kokushiro. The burning pain caused Muzan to resist violently, while Kokushiro frowned as he felt the Nichirin Blade graze past him.
"You're alright? You're actually alright?!"
Muzan stared in disbelief at Yoriichi, who stood in front of Kokushiro. The wound that pierced through Yoriichi's arm was bandaged, and the crimson haori and blade revealed a face with slightly disheveled, sticky hair and an expressionless expression.
How much time has passed? Ten minutes? Five minutes? Three minutes? Even with serum, you can act in such a short time. Is that what makes you different?
A thought flashed through his mind: if he ate this monster, would he become the person he wanted to be—immortal and unafraid of sunlight?
However, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment. Because at that moment, Yoriichi had already gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and the crimson trajectory, trailing flames, slashed swiftly towards Muzan once more. This time, the blade precisely severed Muzan's incoming whip, and Yoriichi's arm pressed against Muzan's neck, pressing down forcefully.
"Hahaha, you can't bring yourself to do it." Muzan felt the blade stop inside his neck, but a mocking expression appeared on his face.
Yoriichi gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the blade of the crimson blade constantly scorching Muzan's flesh. Muzan felt a pain comparable to the sun, fine beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, making his voice muffled and weak.
"Kill him with force..."
Yoriichi watched as a blood-stained, pale hand touched his own, which was gripping the hilt of his sword. Black nails dug deep into the back of his hand, causing a sharp pain.
He was slightly taken aback, the undeniable words of Iwakatsu echoing in his ears, and his heart tightened. He had heard Muzan's previous words and could no longer harbor any illusions.
Elder brother, you are always like this.
Yan Sheng exerted all his strength, concentrating all his power into that hand. He felt that he was using up all the little strength he had left to push against this damned hand. It was an inexhaustible force.
Um?
Iwakatsu felt a few drops of scalding liquid fall onto the back of his hand. Before he could react, Yoriichi moved.
The crimson blade sliced across Muzan's neck, severing the remaining connecting parts. Muzan's scream rang out instantly, but was immediately interrupted by Yoriichi's swift sword strike. He had cut Muzan into several pieces, completely severing any possibility of regeneration.
The pieces of meat that had fallen to the ground began to dissipate. The clean and efficient movements made Yan Sheng wonder if the other person was the same person who had been hesitant just moments before.
it's over
Yan Sheng looked on, feeling a little unreal. The moonlight was no longer the only bright light in the sky, gradually merging into the sky that was beginning to turn slightly white.
In the moment of his exhaustion, a pair of hands embraced him tightly, soft curly hair brushing against his cheek. Yoriichi's voice, trembling with apology, rang in his ear.
"Brother, I'm so sorry, so sorry."
Yoriichi's body temperature was abnormally high, making Iwakatsu uncomfortable. He felt Yoriichi's arms tighten around him, the force so strong it was almost suffocating him. Iwakatsu raised his hand to pull the other away, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Muzan's blood was dying inside him, constantly infecting and destroying his cells.
"It hurts so much... Yoriichi." You pulled my hair.
Yan Sheng's words were broken and weak; before he could finish, his vision began to blur, and the surrounding scenery became increasingly indistinct. He remembered Muzan's words to him: 'You can't escape unscathed.'
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