Facing this heavy punch capable of crushing rocks into powder, Yamada didn't even lift an eyelid.
It wasn't until the destructive pressure of the punch blew back the stray hairs on his forehead that Yamada nonchalantly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers to meet it.
"A death wish!" A hint of cruelty flashed in Akaza's eyes.
To take his Annihilation Type with a body of flesh and blood—even for the Stone Hashira with the Demon Slayer Mark active would have his entire arm instantly shattered into a mist of blood.
Fist and palm met.
Akaza felt his terrifying kinetic energy, enough to destroy cities and uproot strongholds, vanish without a trace the moment it touched Yamada's palm.
"Your fist is as light as cotton."
Yamada's hand firmly wrapped around Akaza's fist, he didn't even take half a step back.
Immediately after, a flash of blue lightning appeared in Yamada's palm.
High-density Lightning Chakra followed the point of contact between the two, instantly piercing deep into Akaza's meridians.
"Argh!"
Akaza's body twitched violently, and the high temperature of the lightning instantly carbonized the muscle tissue of his right arm. He instinctively wanted to pull back and retreat, only to find he couldn't do it at all.
Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe Tenman Crescent oon!
Kokushibo made his move.
The fleshy longsword in his hand swung into an airtight wheel of light, and countless massive half-moon slashes carrying dense, tiny crescent blades swirled down toward Yamada like a violent storm.
This peerless swordsman who had lived for four hundred years timed his strike exquisitely, catching the exact moment Yamada was restraining Akaza with one hand.
"Good swordsmanship, but unfortunately too slow." Yamada sneered.
He didn't let go of Akaza's hand but instead used Akaza's body as a fulcrum to launch himself into the air.
At the same time, he gripped the Kusanagi Sword in his left hand and gave a casual swing toward the overwhelming crescent slashes.
Lightning Release: Chidori Blade!
A dark purple lightning sword slashed out horizontally.
The lightning and the moon slashes collided violently in mid-air.
The crescent blades Kokushibo took pride in were unreasonably crushed on the spot the moment they touched the Kusanagi Sword infused with Lightning Chakra.
The purple slash was unstoppable, not only tearing through all the attacks but also striking Kokushibo's chest with its remaining force.
Puff!
A massive, deep-to-the-bone gash was cut across Kokushibo's chest, and blood sprayed out wildly.
He groaned, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the ground as he retreated dozens of meters before barely stabilizing himself.
His six eyes were filled with horror.
This guy was even more terrifying than Yoriichi from four hundred years ago.
"Don't daze off! He's no ordinary human!" Muzan's roar sounded from behind.
Taking advantage of Yamada being in mid-air, Muzan seized this fleeting opportunity. The flesh on his back suddenly tore open, and nine dark red tube-like whips covered in thorny barbs burst out from his body.
Black Blood, Brambles!
These nine tube-like whips were not only extremely fast but also carried Muzan's poison, which could cause cellular collapse with even a scratch.
The whips wove into a giant net with no blind spots in mid-air, completely enveloping Yamada from all directions.
"So eager to die?"
The black in Yamada's eyes faded, and the crimson hexagram totems slowly took shape in his pupils.
Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan!
Under his extreme dynamic vision, Muzan's lightning-fast whip attacks were slowed down into clear, frame-by-frame images.
Yamada took a deep breath, his chest bulging high as a massive amount of fire-attribute Chakra compressed frantically in his throat.
Fire Release: Great Dragon Fire Technique!
Boom!
Several massive seas of fire, resembling giant dragons, erupted from his mouth.
The sea of fire rolled forward, instantly swallowing the nine poisonous whips.
Sizzle...
Muzan's prized Black Blood, Brambles emitted a piercing scorched smell under the high temperature.
The flames not only destroyed the whips but also spread along them toward Muzan's body.
Muzan was pale with fright and immediately cut his losses, actively severing the connection to the nine whips and retreating in a disheveled manner.
After landing, Yamada casually tossed the half-dead Akaza to his feet. He held the Kusanagi Sword in one hand, his gaze sweeping over the grim-faced Muzan, the gasping Kokushibo clutching his chest, and Akaza struggling to reconstruct his body on the ground.
"A coward who only knows how to throw hidden weapons, a blind man obsessed with playing house swordsmanship, and a piece of trash who can't even hold a fist tight."
Yamada's voice echoed across the open wilderness, each word like a loud slap across the faces of these demons who had lived for hundreds of years.
"Is this the result of your evolution over the past thousand years?"
"I'm so disappointed."
Kokushibo's hand holding the fleshy longsword trembled slightly. He remembered his younger brother who had driven him to a dead end all those years ago. But even Yoriichi had never looked at him with such contempt, as if looking at trash on the side of the road.
Muzan was even more stimulated by these words and completely lost his mind. He had lived for a thousand years and prided himself on being the closest creature to perfection, yet today he was being trampled and insulted by a youth.
"Kill him... at all costs! Kill him for me!!!"
Muzan's body began to undergo a violent mutation. His pale skin was covered by a layer of thick, dark red bone armor, his legs turned thick, and dozens of even thicker spiked whips, emitting poisonous mist as they swung, sprouted from his back again.
He shed all his disguises, revealing his strongest combat form as the Demon King.
Kokushibo also closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his six eyes again, countless chaotic branches sprouted from the longsword in his hand.
Moon Breathing, Sixteenth Form: Moonbow, Half Moon!
Akaza forcibly suppressed the burning sensation from the lightning on his severed arm, kicked off the ground with both legs, and his Fighting Spirit burned to its peak.
Final Form: Blue Silver Chaotic Glow!
The three top-tier demons cast aside all distractions at this moment, pushing their Blood Demon Arts and life force to the absolute limit.
Crescent slashes filled the sky, destructive punch pressure tore through the void, and poisonous bone whips locked down the surroundings.
These three forces converged, forming a catastrophic storm capable of leveling an entire mountain range, roaring as it crushed toward Yamada.
Wherever the storm passed, rocks turned to powder and the earth cracked inch by inch.