Such a quick reaction speed.
Beneath Mizuki's calm demeanor was an immense wariness of Muzan.
Mizuki seized the opportunity while Muzan was distracted, initially planning to sever his neck first to weaken his stamina.
Unexpectedly, even in that situation, Muzan still avoided a fatal injury.
There was still a significant physical gap between them.
Amidst his turmoil, Muzan felt that the injury on his shoulder was not recovering ideally.
That red blade... was indeed troublesome.
Cold sweat beaded on Muzan's forehead, and he began to consider retreating.
Should he temporarily withdraw?
This woman was a bit beyond his expectations.
Muzan had a nagging feeling that she had deliberately lured him out.
He looked behind Mizuki; Kokushibou, covered in wounds, charged forward and became entangled with Mizuki.
Mizuki clicked her tongue. She couldn't continue to press Muzan. The advantage of the information gap was gone. These two wouldn't give her a second chance.
She hoped others would quickly discover and come to support her, otherwise, if these two attacked together, she wouldn't be able to hold on.
Just as Muzan was vexed and indecisive about retreating, he suddenly realized... this woman's movements weren't as exaggerated as he had imagined. Both her strength and speed were manageable for Kokushibou.
It was merely being caught off guard by an information discrepancy that led to them both being injured.
What's going on?
The situation seemed to be developing in a direction he couldn't comprehend.
Muzan's focus sharpened, and then a flash of insight crossed his mind.
Even if their life levels were the same, their evolutionary paths might not be.
Is this woman... an evolution of Blood Demon Art?
Muzan noticed the abnormality in Mizuki's body, his eyes widening slightly.
No wonder... this woman's blood was increasingly restraining them... Compared to the volcanic eruption of vitality surging within Muzan, Mizuki's body was as calm as a frozen deep pool.
They had taken completely different evolutionary paths.
Muzan gritted his teeth, deciding not to retreat.
A risk of this magnitude... Muzan felt it was necessary to take.
After all, this woman had overcome the sun, which was an unchangeable fact.
Muzan's expression grew more ferocious, and his thoughts continued to expand.
Before the Demon Slayer Corps' encirclement is complete, use Nakime's Blood Demon Art to drag this woman into the Infinity Castle.
The other Demon Slayer Corps members can be put aside for now.
Once she's in the Infinity Castle, he can successfully overcome the sun.
That's right!
Compared to overcoming the sun, the matters of the Demon Slayer Corps and that Ubuyashiki fellow can be completely set aside.
He can deal with them later.
Looking at the figures entangled in battle before him, Muzan made up his mind.
Nakime's door-opening has a certain reaction time, so first, control this woman!
Muzan no longer cared about the shame of a two-on-one fight. For him, anything was acceptable as long as he could achieve his goal.
Just like the Demon Slayer Corps never felt ashamed of ganging up on demons.
In some matters, blindly following conventions is just digging one's own grave.
Mizuki, noticing the change in Muzan's aura, her eyes darkened slightly.
This isn't good. Muzan seems to be getting desperate.
I need to break free from this idiotic older brother first.
Thinking this, she took two steps back, avoiding Kokushibou's attack while her dark fingernails carved long bloodstains on her arm.
Blood flowed like a torrent.
The blood dripped onto the ground, instantly solidifying into crimson blood-ice, emitting waves of coldness that rapidly spread forward.
Kokushibou frowned slightly, raising his cry of emptiness, which had entered its second stage, to strike.
"Moon Breathing, Seventh Form: Calamitous Mirror - Moon Reflection!"
Several cutting slashes, sharp and fierce, scraped towards the blood-colored ice crystals on the ground.
Crack, crack, crack~
The blood crystals, which had been unyielding before everyone, now shattered bit by bit under Kokushibou's slashes.
The strength of the Breathing Techniques was clear at a glance.
However, before Kokushibou could relax, the shattered blood crystals floating in mid-air transformed back into blood droplets, and countless blood threads swept over like laser beams.
What kind of Blood Demon Art is this?
Kokushibou was startled and quickly dodged the attack.
He had just thought Mizuki's Blood Demon Art was somewhat similar to Douma's, but comparing them now, they were completely different, as if there was a clear hierarchy.
Mizuki's ability wasn't about ice, but blood.
The way her blood transformed was beyond his expectations.
It seemed to have a higher degree of ice shaping than Douma's Blood Demon Art, and could also rapidly convert between liquid forms.
Compared to Kokushibou's contemplation, Muzan had fewer thoughts.
Although he was surprised by Mizuki's physical state, since he had decided to take a risk, he wouldn't hold back.
Muzan's face was grim, his hands transforming into fleshy whips, which lashed out at the blood droplets in mid-air with cracking sounds.
Each blood droplet was swatted away by the fleshy whips, scattering onto the ground and forming blood-colored ice crystals of various shapes.
My physical strength is still superior.
Muzan thought this to himself, his expression relaxing considerably.
Next, he would work with Kokushibou to restrict this woman's movements to a certain extent, then command Nakime to drag her into the Infinity Castle.
Has the support not arrived yet?
It's a bit too slow, isn't it?
Or is the fight here not intense enough, and you all fell asleep and didn't hear it?
Mizuki grumbled inwardly, her expression fluctuating as she looked at Muzan and Kokushibou, her muscles tensed throughout her body.
She couldn't be careless in the slightest, or she would be instantly crushed.
Infinite regeneration didn't mean invincibility; she hadn't evolved a perfect Physical Body like Muzan's.
Although she was more beautiful, if she could, she wanted both beauty and strength, possessing the powerful physical attributes of Muzan.
Just as Mizuki was about to make a desperate move.
Kokushibou seemed to realize this was the last chance and said, "Mizuki, stop. I will ask Lord Muzan to spare your life."
Stop?
"Are you out of your mind?" Mizuki retorted mercilessly, "You're the one who should stop."
"Michikatsu, it's not too late to let go now. If you abandon the darkness and join the light, I can still call you 'Brother.'"
Sometimes Mizuki wondered, if only this guy had a sister complex.
Why isn't this guy a sister complex?
If he were a sister complex, wouldn't Muzan have been stabbed in the back?
Why isn't this guy a sister complex?
The more Mizuki thought about it, the angrier she got.
Kokushibou actually somewhat understood Mizuki's meaning, and he fell silent again.
"Kokushibou, step back." Muzan was annoyed. He'd been an old employee for hundreds of years, why was he still making emotional mistakes?
He would deal with this woman himself.
He felt he could do it; this woman's Blood Demon Art had only evolved to a certain extent.
He was confident he could restrict her speed.
Once they were in the Infinity Castle, he would be in charge, wouldn't he?
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