Seeing Xia Feng simply standing off to the side without making a move, Kibutsuji Muzan revealed a smug expression.
He thought he had found Xia Feng's weakness.
But just as he was feeling completely certain, Xia Feng smiled. "Do you really think I'm fighting alone?"
The smugness on Muzan's face vanished. He looked toward the several Hashira in the distance.
Those… Hashira might not be overwhelmingly strong, but in certain matters, they could provide tremendous help.
Xia Feng didn't ask much of them—just to take those who could still be saved and leave this place.
As for those who couldn't be saved, Xia Feng could only apologize to them, and sincerely say:
"You've made a tremendous contribution to defeating Kibutsuji Muzan. All of us will remember you!"
The Hashira continuously swung their Nichirin Blades, cutting down the swarms of vampire bats, but there were simply too many. For a time, even they were being overwhelmed.
Xia Feng paid them no mind.
Instead, he stared intently at Kibutsuji Muzan.
"You probably don't know this, but my task is very simple… to kill you. As for everything else, that's for others to handle."
Xia Feng smiled. "I trust they won't disappoint."
He raised his Nichirin Blade into an aggressive stance, its tip aimed directly at Muzan. His body lowered slightly, knees bent, like a leopard about to pounce.
Muzan roared, "Don't think you can actually kill me!!"
His body began to expand, as if every cell were splitting apart.
His height rapidly increased—soon surpassing three meters, then four, five…
Watching Muzan's transformation, Xia Feng only felt amused. "With a body that big, I could probably hit you even with my eyes closed."
In the end, Muzan grew to a full fifteen meters tall—a monstrous giant.
Even outside the courtyard, throughout the entire Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, members could see the towering figure.
But what terrified them more were the vampire bats relentlessly attacking them—that was the true deadly threat.
Muzan lifted his massive foot and stomped down toward Xia Feng's head.
But he hit nothing.
Instead, the surrounding buildings began collapsing under the giant's movements.
Realizing he had missed, Muzan quickly searched for Xia Feng's position.
Yet there was no trace of him on the ground.
"Where is he?!"
At that moment, Xia Feng was standing on the giant's shoulder, his Nichirin Blade slashing toward its neck.
"Who told you that a bigger body means greater strength? In my eyes, a larger body is actually slower—and weaker."
As Muzan turned his head, Xia Feng made no move to dodge.
After all… his blade would sever the giant's neck first. That was his confidence.
"The game is over."
Smiling, Xia Feng cut through the giant's neck and leapt back to the ground.
But at that moment, the Love Hashira pointed behind him and shouted, "Xia Feng-kun, be careful!! He's not dead!!"
Xia Feng turned, slightly surprised.
He saw Muzan's giant form rapidly regenerating—within just a few breaths, it had fully reformed.
And as Xia Feng turned, a massive fist came crashing down toward him.
Intangibility!
There was no time to face it head-on, nor any way he could withstand such overwhelming force.
This had already surpassed what a human body could endure.
"At times like this, it'd be nice if Ultraman Tiga showed up."
Xia Feng sighed helplessly. Of course, he knew that was impossible.
Everything depended on his own strength.
Now that he had forced Muzan into this state, Xia Feng had no intention of letting him escape.
"Looks like you've found a way to counter the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception."
Xia Feng quickly understood.
Muzan grinned. "Even if I'm alone, I can still wipe out the entire Demon Slayer Corps. Xia Feng, no matter how strong you are, against me like this, you're powerless."
Xia Feng shook his head. "That's not quite it. I'm just wondering how exactly you managed to nullify my ability."
Muzan laughed. "Your power has flaws. Just like Blood Demon Arts can never be truly flawless. With prolonged combat, there will always be weaknesses. I had so many demons fight you—was that not enough to decipher your ability?"
Xia Feng almost felt like applauding him.
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception was an incredibly powerful ability—especially against demons, as it could completely negate their regeneration.
Yet he hadn't expected that Muzan would actually discover a way to counter it.
In truth, Xia Feng could roughly guess how Muzan had achieved this.
Muzan burst into laughter. "Without that ability, our regenerative power is still far beyond what you humans can match. Xia Feng, I know you're a genius. Staying in the Demon Slayer Corps is a waste of your talent. And in fifty or sixty years, you'll die anyway. Fear of death is innate—you'll fear it too."
"So I'll ask you one more time—will you become my strongest subordinate? If you agree, among demons, you'll rank second only to me."
Even at this point, Muzan still intended to recruit Xia Feng.
And he was offering him such a high position—if any demon were present, they would be utterly shocked.
A demon who hadn't even eaten a human becoming Muzan's top subordinate—
That was something they could only dream of.
Throughout history, only one had ever held that position: Kokushibo.
Xia Feng let out a scornful laugh. "You're still not giving up? That kind of attempt at sowing discord is far too clumsy."
Muzan's expression darkened. "In that case… you'll die here!"
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