Chapter 250
As soon as Mr. Komaji finished speaking, I could see that although Douma's face didn't change, there seemed to be something more in his eyes.
It's not like the kind of emotional changes that Douma would have himself, but more like the emotions injected into him by another person.
Is Muzan Muzan a traitor?
This is the only possibility I can think of.
At the same time, the moment Mr. Komaji finished speaking, Tanjiro Kamado had already appeared behind Douma, who had kicked Mr. Komaji away and retreated a long distance. His speed should not be able to reach this level.
My brain reacted at an incredibly fast speed, thinking that it was Genya Fuzugawa who let him use the force, or threw him out, to increase the speed to this level.
The burning Sun Blade has been swung.
"The God of Fire Kagura - Round Dance!"
Douma looked wide open, as if he was completely unaware of the attack coming from behind, or maybe he simply didn't care about this attack.
The sharp blade chopped towards the back of his neck, and the sound of the collision was a metallic sound. Even though I didn't do it, I could feel how hard the Douma's neck was.
Synchronously with the Sunrin Sword, Fushigi Genya's bullet also arrived in place. The green bullet left its afterimage, passing Mr. Komaji and heading towards Douma's facade.
Douma raised his hand, opened and closed the fan, and stuck the two bullets firmly between the fans. He stroked the ridge of the fan with his slender fingers and placed them on the side of his face. A small icy head poked out slightly from behind his half-long hair.
Oh no, it’s his ice doll!
Hidden between his neck and hair, the little ice doll waved a small ice fan, very secretive. From Tanjiro Kamado's angle, it was a blind spot!
"Get out of the way!" Mr. Komaji moved at the same time I shouted.
His dynamic vision is much better than mine. What I can perceive, he can naturally see as well, and can even predict the next move.
Destruction killing, final ceremony, silver chaos afterglow——
Originally, it was Mr. Komaji's special technique. It was supposed to summon compass needles and fire hundreds of missiles in all directions in an instant, with himself as the center.
If you don't reach the level of "seeing through the world", it is almost impossible to avoid it completely, and you can't defend yourself completely.
However, what he needs now is not quantity, but speed and accuracy. Otherwise, at such a distance, there will inevitably be accidents, and they will be very serious accidents.
Mr. Komaji opened the formation, and the compass needles under his feet turned into light and flew out from his fighting spirit quickly, colliding with the ice doll's eyebrows. At the same time, the blood demon art, Lotus Leaf Ice, which had been released by the ice doll was also paused for a moment.
In just a moment, Tanjiro Kamado had enough time to react.
"God of Fire Kagura: Sun Fantasy!" He used the air to gain momentum, and his fully concentrated breathing method expanded his lungs and blood vessels, allowing him to use high-speed twists and turns to perform specialized dodges, but at the same time, the ubiquitous poisonous mist around him was also inhaled into his body.
The erosion begins almost the moment it comes into contact with the body, blood, and cells. Over the years, Douma has never been defeated by any swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, even when he first became a demon.
According to the information Mr. Komaji learned, Douma is one of the few demons who encountered a swordsman of the level of the Demon Slayer Corps within a few days after becoming a demon. But even so, he did not lose despite being relatively weak, but successfully killed the Demon Slayer Corps' pillar. A large part of the reason is that he has the ability to counter the members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
The more powerful a person's breathing technique is, the easier it is for him to inhale more poisonous mist into his body; the more a person is able to concentrate his breathing and accelerate his blood circulation all the time to stimulate his potential, the faster the toxins will take effect in his body.
Unless Douma can be killed with one blow at the very beginning, the human swordsman will be the one who dies in pain in the end.
And so far, no one has been able to do this.
Perhaps Ji Guoyuan from hundreds of years ago could have done it, but that person is no longer alive.
This is also the reason why Douma can be so fearless. To him, the stronger the swordsman, the easier it is to kill him.
However, this time, he miscalculated.
I took a breath, and the burning pain in my body made me want to lose consciousness on the spot. The blue red spider lily mark on Tanjiro Kamado's face was lit, and any injuries on his body would be healed instantly.
The speed at which I mobilize my power was stimulated to a peak when I absorbed Hantengu. Now I am still continuously absorbing the flesh and blood that the Upper Rank dripped onto the ground, and I will not stop my actions because of exhaustion.
"Ah, why are you okay?" Douma tilted his head and turned around at super speed. This speed was almost several times faster than Tanjiro's full speed, and in an instant it exceeded the limit of his eyes' ability to react.
Even I didn't see clearly what Douma did. The only thing I could clearly feel was the pain in my chest. I felt my eyes go dark.
I haven't been in such pain for a long time. My reincarnation at any time is only a dozen years. Because I know my own destiny very well, I almost never establish ties with others and I almost never use my abilities for others.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
I knelt on the ground, my hands tightly grasping the fabric on my chest.
"Ah——" The pain in my throat as if it was corroded made me unable to utter a word. Even breathing hurt, just like the sound after the trachea and vocal cords were cut.
It’s either like or just like!
Fushigi Genya's neck was almost cut off by Douma's broken Nichirin Sword.
I don’t know what happened in the next battle. I was actually kneeling on the ground. Any movement of my body would aggravate the pain. I could only gasp for breath frantically to psychologically relieve this unbearable feeling.
Even though breathing hurts, it won't hurt more than my body.
The next feeling I had was warm, even scorching. I didn’t even know how much time had passed before I had this feeling. I had become numb to the passage of time, and when I opened my eyes, there was a flame burning fiercely in the air, as if the meteor had been brought here by a shooting star, a flame burning in the air.
It's not the Demon Slayer Corps, it's not the smell brought by the breathing method, but a kind of blood with the smell of demons.
This is the smell I have absorbed, I recognize this smell - Kamado Nezuko!
After the green light that could kill him dissipated, when faced with such a high-ranking ghost, did she still return without fear?
I endured the pain, supported myself on the ground with one hand, and raised my head.
The poisonous mist in the air was like alcohol wafting away, burning in a fierce flame. This was Nezuko Kamado's blood demon art, blood explosion!
The burning blood could burn everything it wanted to burn. All the toxins hidden in the mist were cleared away, making my breathing much smoother.
Huh?
Wait, why do I know about Nezuko Kamado's blood demon jutsu?
Did Tanjiro Kamado mention it?
no.
The other members of the Demon Slayer Corps, at least——didn’t tell me.
How on earth do I know that?
There was no time to think through these confusing points. The poisonous fog that was affecting my vision was burned away by the purple flames.
What was spraying in the air was bright red demon blood. Nezuko's small body was cut into two parts, and her limbs were not complete. Frost condensed on her wounds, which seemed to be very effective in preventing her regeneration.
The flames of the explosive blood burned the ice, and the continuous blood was the source of the explosive blood burning, but as the ice melted faster and faster, Nezuko's face became worse and worse due to the massive blood loss.
Although she is not a human and will not die from blood loss, demons usually need a lot of human flesh to recover after being injured. Nezuko Kamado has been using sleep to make up for her shortcomings, but the rapid changes in her body are likely to stimulate her.
"Ah——!" Just as I was thinking this, I heard Nezuko Kamado's scream of pain. The ice that was sealing her wound suddenly formed an ice cone and pierced into her body.
The pink eyes turned into vertical pupils, and she stretched her body with force, using vampire arts and her sharp nails to break Douma's ice, and instantly connected the severed body with blood.
It has grown bigger, its body has grown bigger.
Nezuko Kamado stepped barefoot on the ground, and I could read anxiety and hunger in her blood, that instinctive feeling of wanting to recover.
Devil horns appeared on the top of the head, and willow-leaf-like patterns began to extend from somewhere on the body, crawling up the exposed limbs and neck.
danger.
This became a very dangerous ghost.
Douma was holding the broken tip of the sword in his hand and stepping on Tanjiro Kamado.
Perhaps it was this action that stimulated Nezuko Kamado, she crushed the stone slab and quickly rushed to Douma.
The exploding blood demon art made Douma take a step back, but it was not because of fear, but because of excitement.
"Ah - it's a cute girl!" Douma's face seemed to light up. He grabbed Nezuko's wrist with one hand, pulled it back hard, and held her firmly in his arms. He stroked the horns on her head as if it was a gentle caress, "It's just that things that destroy the beauty are too unsightly."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the ghost's horn and forcibly broke it off.
The horns that grew out when she was completely transformed into a demon are a very key feature of her body. They are extremely strong, even harder than her bones.
However, Douma still broke it off so easily with just one hand.
This must have hurt.
"Nezuko--!" Tanjiro Kamado, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, felt as if lightning flashed under his feet. All his strength was concentrated on one foot, and then he burst out in a breath, and rushed forward at high speed like thunder tearing through the air.
The God of Fire Kagura: Enma's Flash!
This is a move derived from the Breathing of Thunder. Tanjiro needs the fastest speed, and as far as he knows, the fastest move of the same level that can allow him to imitate to the extreme is the Thunderbolt Flash of Zenitsu Agatsuma.
"The speed has increased." Douma walked neither fast nor slow. He aimed at the position where Tanjiro was rushing towards him, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He used his wrist to pull Nezuko, who was held by him, forward. This was like a shield blocking Tanjiro's broken sword attack.
The upper-rank demons can withstand the power of the God of Fire Kagura, but Nezuko cannot.
Tanjiro's pupils shrank. Even at such a fast speed, there was no way he could surpass Douma's dynamic vision and speed!
With one hand, he exerted force and made Yuanwu deviate from her original path. She just brushed past Nezuko's hair, cutting off her long hair and dropping it to the ground.
This is the moment when he is proud.
Mr. Komaji and Genya stood on both sides of Douma.
Imitation·Destruction·Fractured·Ten Thousand Leaves Flash Willow——Xuan Mi's body pressed down, with the tip of the Sun Wheel Sword still on his neck, which he had not taken off in time. The ghost power in his body and the power of the Sun Wheel Sword subtly repelled each other, but the power of the blue red spider lily inside and outside his body subtly combined, reaching a balance that would not affect the use of his power.
He concentrated all the remaining ghost power in his body and punched the ground. The impact caused the ground to shatter like leaf patterns. At this moment, he reached the level of Mr. Komaji and could make the person standing on it lose their balance for a moment.
Secret Technique: Destruction and Final Destruction——
Combining the final and final moves of destruction into one, the power of the compass and the fighting spirit in the body were concentrated on one point, and the wind from the fist was gathered into a sword, piercing Douma's neck with pressure like a sword.
Tanjiro felt the pressure at close range, and because his fingers loosened due to the temporary deviation of the knife, he did not have time to retrieve the knife. Instead, he ignored Nezuko's teeth that were about to bite his shoulder, hugged her completely in his arms, and threw her to the side.
The sword that had fallen out of his hand lost the swordsman's support and was instantly shattered by three different forces.
The moment Mr. Komaji made his move, I already realized the power of this move.
Mr. Komaji must have believed that I could understand what he meant, so he used this move without saying a word.
I won't let you down, Mr. Komaji.
The vines beneath the ground gathered into a thick branch that rose from the ground, cutting off the arm that Mr. Komaji had stabbed into Douma's body.
Douma was completely wrapped in the vines.
At the same time, with the end of a breath, Mr. Komaji's secret technique began the most deadly second stage change.
The fighting spirit that was compressed and injected into Douma's body unfolded the compass of the technique in his internal organs, just like the original appearance of the Blue Silver Random Light just now. With the unfolded technique as the core, hundreds of missiles were fired in all directions in an instant, with incredibly fast speed and huge power. Coupled with the power of the blue red spider lily flowing inside and echoing with the vines outside, the strong desire to merge together tore Douma's body apart, and an explosion occurred in an instant.
It was just like Muzan Kibutsuji Musume hundreds of years ago when he wanted to self-destruct to protect himself.
At the same time, Nezuko's blood, which had entered his body at some point, exploded and burned madly as if it could only hurt him.
The scattered flesh and blood were firmly held in the transparent beam of light. Under the surface of the vines were tentacle-like branches, densely packed with a large number of them, which spread throughout Douma's exploded body.
It’s a great nutritional supplement.
I spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, it exceeded the limit of my body!
I looked up, and Douma's head, floating in the vines, met my gaze.
He is not dead yet, and even seems to be very energetic. It seems that if I relax a little, he will move again.
I didn't dare to relax at all. If I did, all my efforts would be wasted.
“Ahem…”
Not only my mouth, but all my orifices were bleeding.
I could clearly feel my body being consumed and damaged by the ghosts, and the conscious awareness that I "must not stop" overcame my body's self-preservation instinct.
Too much nutrition in a short period of time, beyond my limit.
My empty eyes vaguely looked at the still dark sky.
It’s too late. It’s too late.
If there is no sunlight, I...
will die.