Amidst a deafening roar, the sky above Tokyo Colony No. 2 was completely torn apart by golden cursed energy and deep crimson sword light!
"Domain Expansion: Idle Death Gamble!"
Kinji Hakari's roar, steeped in wild frenzy and sheer arrogance, resounded through the heavens.
As he clapped his hands together, the adrenaline-pumping mechanical announcements of a pachinko machine instantly drowned out every surrounding noise.
Countless dazzling neon lights, phantasms of multicolored sliding doors, and illusions of pachinko cabinets descended upon the riddled ruins like a mirage.
This was his absolute home turf—a chaotic casino of revelry that belonged solely to him!
"Jackpot!"
"Probability shift! Big hit bonus!"
Following the cheap, plastic-sounding female broadcast echoing inside the domain, an appalling torrent of cursed energy erupted from Kinji Hakari's body.
The cursed energy was so coarse and dense that it sheared against the air, kicking up visible golden sparks that morphed into a blazing golden aura, engulfing him completely.
For the next four minutes and eleven seconds, he possessed an infinite overflow of cursed energy.
Even more terrifyingly, to prevent this infinite energy from bursting his flesh, his body instinctively and fully automatically performed Reverse Cursed Technique to heal at the absolute limit.
No matter how severe the injury, whether his limbs were severed or his heart pierced, he would recover completely within tenths of a second.
This was Kinji Hakari's proudest trump card, and his greatest asset for running rampant through this killing game—a literal "undying body"!
"Hahaha! Come on! Let me see just how sharp your sword really is!"
Kinji Hakari threw his head back and laughed maniacally as the concrete beneath his feet caved in.
Transforming into a bolt of golden thunder carrying devastating kinetic momentum, he charged head-on into Yoru's deep crimson sword aura without the slightest hesitation!
Bang—!
A heavy punch wrapped in infinite cursed energy smashed brutally toward Yoru's face.
The raw power of this blow was enough to pop the head of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit like a ripe melon.
And yet...
Facing this ferocious, lethal strike, not a single ripple disturbed Yoru's gaze.
Within his deep crimson eyes, the patterns of the Transparent World spun slowly, laying bare the trajectory of the cursed energy coursing wildly through Kinji Hakari like a burst dam.
"Total Concentration. Sun Breathing, Third Form."
"Burning Sun."
Clang!
Shiranui let out a crisp hum as its deep crimson blade carved a flawless arc through the air.
The curving sword flash resembled the lethal reflection cast by a blazing sun, cleaving into Kinji Hakari's fist with absolute precision.
Squelch—!
There was no earth-shattering clash—only the dull sound of a sharp blade biting through flesh and bone.
Kinji Hakari's iron-hard right arm, shrouded in infinite cursed energy, was cleanly severed at the shoulder by Yoru's strike!
Blood erupted like a fountain from the stump, splashing across the surrounding rubble.
Yet not a single trace of pain crossed Kinji Hakari's face; instead, his smile twisted into something even more unhinged.
"What a fast blade! But..."
"It's useless!"
A blinding blast of white steam hissed upward.
In less than half a second,
muscle fibers, bone, and blood vessels rapidly wove and restructured themselves across the severed cross-section of Kinji Hakari's right arm at a horrific speed.
A brand-new, completely intact right arm regenerated in an instant!
"As long as I'm in these four minutes and eleven seconds, I'm invincible!"
Riding the momentum of his regenerated arm, Kinji Hakari pivoted violently and lashed out with a devastating roundhouse kick, sweeping toward Yoru's waist like a battle-axe.
Boom!
Yoru raised his blade horizontally to block. The tremendous impact shoved him backward dozens of meters, plowing two deep trenches into the earth.
"Interesting."
Yoru came to a halt and shook his slightly numbed wrist, staring with deep eyes at the gambler ablaze with golden aura across from him.
During that previous slash, he had clearly felt his sword aura being forcefully neutralized by an endless wellspring of cursed energy the moment it cut through his opponent's flesh.
That regenerative capacity was purer and far more berserk than that of any Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Ordinary physical cuts—even those imbued with Sun Breathing's flames—seemed feeble before such infinitely overflowing cursed energy.
"If normal heat won't burn you to ash..."
Yoru slowly straightened his posture, gripping Shiranui's hilt with both hands.
His breathing rhythm underwent a subtle, wondrous shift, making the ambient air pulse rhythmically in step with his lungs.
"Then I just need to turn up the heat."
Hum—!
The moment Yoru's words fell, the blade of Shiranui began to vibrate intensely.
The deep crimson steel shifted in an instant, turning into a blinding, incandescent white that repelled the gaze!
A terrifying heat, capable of warping space itself, swept over the entire street.
Bright Red Nichirin Sword: Complete Form!
Under this extreme temperature, the remaining window glass of the pachinko parlor melted into droplets, the asphalt began belching thick plumes of smoke, and even the oxygen in the air was sucked dry.
Standing in the distance, Kirara Hoshi and Noritoshi Kamo were forced to frantically muster cursed energy to withstand the incoming heatwave, their eyes filled with undisguised shock and terror.
"What kind of absurd temperature is this?!" Noritoshi Kamo gritted his teeth, feeling as if the blood in his veins was about to evaporate.
Kinji Hakari also dropped the cynical smirk from his face.
His beast-like instincts screamed that if he were struck by that blade right now, something truly catastrophic would happen.
Yet, as a gambler, how could he ever back down in the face of a mortal peril that made his blood boil?
"Hahaha! Bring it on! Show me your cards!"
Kinji Hakari let out an earth-shattering roar, pushing the infinite cursed energy in his body past every limit to one hundred and twenty percent.
The ground beneath him gave way into a massive crater as he rocketed toward Yoru once more like an artillery shell.
This time, he held nothing back, channeling every ounce of his strength into his fists to utterly crush the swordsman before him with pure, unadulterated violence!
Confronted by the mountainous deluge of golden cursed energy surging toward him,
Yoru drew a deep breath, his lungs producing a low hum akin to the pull of a heavy bellows.
"Sun Breathing, Thirteenth Form."
"Continuous Slash."
Boom—!
Yoru's figure transformed into a brilliant scarlet meteor, rushing forward to meet Kinji Hakari's berserk onslaught.
The Thirteenth Form linked all twelve previous forms of Sun Breathing in flawless succession, forming a perpetual, unbroken loop of slashes.
It was the ultimate sword technique created by Yoriichi Tsugikuni specifically to counter the freakish regenerative power of the Demon King, Muzan.
And now, Yoru unleashed this technique against a human possessing infinite cursed energy regeneration.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Deafening metallic impacts clattered in midair like a ceaseless, torrential downpour.
Dance, Clear Blue Sky, Burning Sun, Fake Rainbow...
The Bright Red Nichirin Sword in Yoru's hands became an inescapable web of death, shrouding Kinji Hakari entirely.
With every slash, a horrifying, bone-deep scorch mark was carved into Kinji Hakari's flesh.
The extreme heat of the red blade did not just incinerate Kinji Hakari's flesh—it actively disrupted the flow of infinite cursed energy within his body!
"Aaaaargh!"
Kinji Hakari unleashed a roar of agony mixed with sheer fervor.
His body was repeatedly sliced to ribbons, only to frantically regenerate under the effects of his infinite cursed energy.
However, his rate of regeneration was steadily falling behind the blinding speed of Yoru's slashes!
The lingering heat of the blade clung to his wounds like poison seeping into bone, continually neutralizing the healing effects of Reverse Cursed Technique.
"Break for me!"
With bloodshot eyes, Kinji Hakari swung a desperate, heavy punch, trying to disrupt Yoru's relentless cadence.
Yet Yoru twisted his body at an uncanny angle, effortlessly dodging the blow.
"Setting Sun Transformation."
Slash!
A brilliant red arc flashed across the air.
Kinji Hakari's chest was cleaved open in a massive half-meter gash, revealing the violent throbbing of his heart inside!
Rumble—!
The shockwaves from their battle had completely decimated every structure within hundreds of meters.
Shipping containers melted into molten iron, high-rises collapsed into rubble, and the core area of Tokyo Colony No. 2 was flattened into barren wasteland amidst the collision between an undying body and the blade of the gods!
Blazing flames and tempestuous golden cursed energy intertwined, forming a spiraling tornado of energy that shot straight into the clouds, tearing the heavens asunder.
In this seemingly endless clash of attrition, Kinji Hakari's four minutes and eleven seconds of invincibility were ticking away second by second.
Meanwhile, the Bright Red Nichirin Sword in Yoru's hands retained its despair-inducing, incandescent brilliance.
As the deep crimson radiance capable of melting all things locked into a final stalemate against the seemingly inexhaustible torrent of golden cursed energy above the ruins,
everyone watching held their breath, their eyes glued to the center of the light.
They waited to witness whether an unreasonable miracle of probability would endure to the end, or if absolute, all-cleaving violence would reign supreme over the battlefield.
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