Chapter 148: Godlike Sword Technique, Sorcerer Killer
Boom!
The bluestone floor beneath Yami's feet shattered into countless grains of dust, unable to withstand the force of his step.
The instant the dark red Demon Slayer Mark fully manifested, it was as if the last restraints on his body had been torn away.
Speed.
Strength.
Neural reflexes.
Every physical ability that had already reached an inhuman level surged again, climbing higher in a way that defied common sense.
It was no longer simple enhancement.
It was a leap in the very quality of life.
The closest a human body could come to godhood.
"Thunder Breathing, Seventh Form."
Yami's figure vanished.
There was no stance.
No sign of movement.
No Cursed Energy left behind.
Even the thunder that followed lagged behind his body.
"Flaming Thunder God."
Toji Fushiguro saw only a flash of red light before his eyes.
It was blinding, like the sun erupting in the darkness.
Then, in the next instant, a dark red blade wrapped in violent golden lightning cut into his blind spot with a speed that felt no different from teleportation.
Fast.
Too fast.
The speed had already surpassed the limit of the human brain's ability to process sight.
Even Toji, who possessed the ultimate body granted by Heavenly Restriction, could not form a complete defense in time.
Before that godlike sword technique, his physical abilities suddenly seemed sluggish.
Ridiculous.
Clang!
A piercing metallic shriek exploded through the air, sharp enough to rupture an ordinary person's eardrums.
Relying purely on the beastlike instincts honed through countless battles, Toji barely managed to raise the Split Soul Katana in front of his chest.
But immediately afterward, a terrifying force crashed through the blade and into his arms.
It was like being struck head-on by a mountain.
Crack.
The sound was subtle.
The sound of bone failing under pressure.
Toji's body was launched backward like a ball struck by a bat. A violent air current followed him as he smashed straight through the massive load-bearing stone pillar at the center of the chamber.
The pillar collapsed from the impact.
Dust and shattered stone swallowed the battlefield.
"Cough! Pfft!"
Toji forced himself up from the rubble and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs.
For the first time, horror appeared clearly in his eyes.
That strike just now…
If not for the Split Soul Katana's toughness, and if not for the near-precognitive instinct he had forged through years of living on the edge of death, his head would have been gone in that fraction of a second.
"That speed…"
Toji's voice came out like the growl of a cornered beast.
"That kind of strength…"
His brain trembled.
Fear and humiliation twisted together inside him, driving his thoughts toward madness.
"You bastard, are you really human?"
Yami gave him no chance to recover.
His attacks did not leave prey time to breathe.
"Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form."
His voice was low, cold, and empty of warmth.
"Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance."
A massive fire dragon condensed from dark red flames roared through the Tomb of the Star Corridor.
Its body stretched dozens of meters long, weaving through the underground palace with terrifying speed. Wherever it passed, the bluestone floor blackened and carbonized, and the oxygen in the air seemed to burn away beneath the heat.
Then, between the twisting movements of the flame dragon, another rhythm emerged.
"Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form."
Purple moonlight bloomed around Yami.
"Catastrophe, Tenman Crescent Moon."
Hundreds of slender crescent blades erupted from his body like a broken tide. Each arc glowed with a cold purple light, sharp and eerie.
The sun and moon appeared in the same sky.
Scorching flame and cold moonlight intertwined in midair, creating a beautiful yet lethal scene that filled the chamber with killing intent.
"Get out of my way!"
Toji roared.
His sanity began to collapse under the red and purple light descending from above.
He swung the remaining section of the Chain of a Thousand Miles with brutal force. The Inverted Spear of Heaven at the end of the chain spun into layers of silver afterimages, trying to carve open a path through the storm.
At the same time, he slapped the Inventory Curse, forcing it to spit out swarms of Fly Heads to serve as shields against the fatal sword energy.
But against Yami, now fully awakened under the Demon Slayer Mark, those tactics looked almost pale.
"Your muscles are trembling."
Yami's voice sounded beside Toji's ear.
Soft.
Clear.
So close it felt like a whisper against his back.
"Because you're afraid."
Toji's pupils shrank.
"Your blood flow is chaotic. Your heart is overloaded."
Yami's voice remained calm.
"Your soul is wailing beneath this blade."
Every hair on Toji's body stood on end.
He could feel it.
Yami's eyes were piercing through his skin, tearing past muscle, looking through bone, and staring directly at every organ inside his body.
Transparent World, fully activated.
With synchronization breaking past forty percent, Yami's control over Transparent World had entered a different realm.
At this moment, Toji Fushiguro, the Sorcerer Killer, was no different from an anatomical specimen before his eyes.
Transparent.
Exposed.
Without secrets.
Every center of gravity.
Every breath in his lungs.
Every defensive blind spot.
Everything was marked clearly in Yami's vision.
Swish!
The dark red fire dragon swept past.
The remnant of the Chain of a Thousand Miles in Toji's hand, a cursed tool said to be nearly endless and impossible to pin down, was burned apart the instant it touched Shiranui's sun-like heat.
The silver chain broke into several glowing scraps and fell to the ground.
"Sun Breathing, Twelfth Form."
Yami appeared in front of Toji.
"Flame Dance."
Shiranui turned into two overlapping arcs of fire.
The first slash cut across Toji's chest.
The second followed immediately after, crossing over the first in a brutal X-shaped strike.
Bang!
The double impact erupted with explosive force.
Toji was blasted backward again.
At the same time, the purple moon blades falling from above tore through every defensive angle he tried to build.
They moved as if they had eyes, avoiding the Split Soul Katana's direct block and carving dense wounds across his limbs, chest, abdomen, and back.
Bang!
Toji crashed heavily into the deepest part of the ruins.
His body, once called the ceiling of physical strength, was now covered in burns left by Sun Breathing. The divine fire suppressed his body's recovery, forcing every nerve to remain submerged in pain.
"Is this…"
Yami walked out from the dust, Shiranui glowing deep red in his hand.
The dark red Demon Slayer Mark on his face shone with a chilling light in the darkness.
"...the violence you were so proud of?"
At this moment, Yami looked more like the true Sorcerer Killer than Toji himself.
The pressure radiating from him twisted the air, making the entire Tomb of the Star Corridor groan under its weight.
"Too slow."
He looked down at Toji, who lay curled in the rubble, covered in blood.
His voice was cold, like he was evaluating a defective tool.
"In my eyes, your struggle is no different from a worm writhing on the ground."
The humiliation struck deeper than the wounds.
Toji's steel-like mind, once calm and ruthless no matter the situation, cracked completely.
He was Toji Fushiguro.
The King of Assassins.
The man who had cut down the Zenin Family's pride and trampled Satoru Gojo into the dirt.
But now, he was being toyed with.
Like prey.
Like a mouse beneath a cat's paw.
"Heh…"
A low laugh escaped him.
Then it grew louder.
"Hahaha…"
The laughter was filled with self-mockery and madness.
Toji sprang up from the rubble and reached once more toward the Inventory Curse.
"It's not over."
His eyes were bloodshot.
"I haven't lost yet!"
He was about to pull out his final trump card.
The one thing that could still reverse the battle.
But before his fingers could reach deep into the Inventory Curse's throat, a dark red afterimage arrived.
Yami's Shiranui, wrapped in scorching flame, had already crossed the distance between them.
The blade locked onto the blind spot at Toji's throat with suffocating speed.
At that instant, the cold breath of death froze every movement in Toji's body.
His heart skipped a beat from fear.
Despair arrived exactly on time.
The fate waiting at the end for men like him.
Yami's red eyes deepened.
"The next blade…"
His voice was calm.
"...will send you on your way."
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