One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 353: Muzan Scared Out of His Mind
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Chapter 353: Muzan Scared Out of His Mind
Deep in the ruins, that disgusting pile of meat paste was still wriggling.
It had to be admitted that the vitality of creatures like demons was tenacious to a disgusting degree.
Even though his entire body’s bones and internal organs had been shattered by Katakuri’s punch imbued with ultimate Haki.
Even though his head had been stomped into a rotten watermelon.
That lump of rotten meat was actually reassembling at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Oh my, oh my..."
Inside the meat paste, a twisted mouth grew out again.
Even at this stage, Doma’s voice still carried that spine-chilling frivolity.
"That was really too rude, my big friend."
"Although my regeneration ability is strong, it really hurts."
"But..."
On that lump of rotten meat, a rainbow-colored eyeball rolled around, staring fixedly at Katakuri.
"You can’t kill me."
"Without a Nichirin Sword, without sunlight."
"Even if you smash me into mud, I can play with you until dawn—"
Before Doma could finish his sentence.
Suddenly, the faint scent of wisteria flowers wafted through the air.
Katakuri frowned slightly. His Observation Haki, sharp to the extreme, caught a few tiny... butterflies?
Illusions?
No.
It’s killing intent.
Whoosh—!
A petite figure fell from the gap in the ruins above like a phantom.
Accompanied by the fluttering of a purple haori.
A peculiarly shaped slender rapier flashed with an eerie cold light in the dim illumination.
Splat!
That sword pierced precisely into Doma’s regenerating neck.
"Insect Breathing: Dance of the Bee Sting: True Flutter!"
The sound of poison injection was subtle but fatal.
"Oh my?"
The eyeball Doma had just grown was stunned for a moment.
He struggled to turn his eye to look at the petite woman who had landed on the pile of meat paste.
The corners of his mouth actually split into an arc again.
"Isn’t this Little Shinobu?"
"Long time no see. Have you come to join this carnival too?"
"But it’s a pity, your poison won’t work on me..."
Before Doma’s voice fell, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
The rotten meat that was originally regenerating rapidly suddenly began to fester and dissolve violently, as if splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid.
Large amounts of black blood gushed from the wound.
"This is..."
For the first time, Doma’s voice carried a trace of astonishment.
"Did you increase the dosage?"
"What a... bad child."
Before he could completely neutralize this fierce toxin.
Two more figures broke through the air and arrived!
"Flower Breathing: Fourth Form: Crimson Hanagoromo!"
The Nichirin Sword in Kanao Tsuyuri’s hand traced a sorrowfully beautiful pink arc.
And on the other side.
A lunatic wearing a boar mask charged out howling.
"Beast Breathing: Eighth Fang: Explosive Rush!!!"
Inosuke Hashibira completely disregarded his own defense and slammed over like a cannonball.
Two serrated Nichirin Swords swung in a cross.
Crack!
That was the crisp sound of bone breaking.
In the instant Doma’s whole body cells were busy decomposing the toxin and couldn’t be distracted for defense.
Two Nichirin Swords simultaneously severed his already teetering cervical vertebrae.
Roll, roll...
A head that hadn’t completely healed rolled down from the pile of rotten meat just like that.
It fell beside Katakuri’s dust-covered leather boot.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Shinobu Kocho elegantly sheathed her rapier and landed lightly on a piece of rubble.
She first glanced at Doma, who was disintegrating into ash.
A flash of the thrill of revenge and relief passed through her eyes.
Subsequently.
She turned around and raised her head.
Those purple eyes looked at the demon-god-like behemoth in front of her with deep shock and vigilance.
He was too big.
Even in the records of the Demon Slayer Corps, they had never seen a human with such an exaggerated physique.
Over five meters tall.
A black biker leather jacket stretched tight by explosive muscles.
That mouth full of fangs exposed unreservedly to the air, exhaling scorching white breath.
And that awe-inspiring trident.
Just standing there, the oppression emitted made Shinobu, a Hashira, find it difficult to breathe.
"What... exactly is this thing?"
Inosuke also stopped his howling.
Two streams of rough breath shot out from the nostrils of the boar mask, but his body was instinctively trembling.
That was a beast’s instinctive reaction when facing a top-tier predator.
"Hey..."
Inosuke stammered as he asked Kanao behind him.
"Is this thing... a demon?"
"There is no demonic aura."
Kanao gripped the Nichirin Sword in her hand tightly. Although her voice was calm, her palms were full of cold sweat.
"But... that killing intent deep as the abyss..."
"It’s even more terrifying than an Upper Rank!"
Just as the Demon Slayer trio was in a tense standoff.
Katakuri moved.
He didn’t launch an attack.
Instead, he slowly lifted that massive leather boot, aiming at Doma’s head on the ground which hadn’t completely dissipated yet.
Bang!
Like stepping on a rotten tomato.
He crushed the last remnants of Upper Rank 2 directly into nothingness.
"Hmph."
Katakuri snorted coldly, blowing a wave of heat from his nose.
He didn’t even look at Shinobu and the others.
As if these few people stealing his prey was completely insignificant to him.
Or perhaps he should thank these little bugs for cleaning up the trash for him.
He turned around, his crimson eyes scanning the intricate spatial structure around him.
Finally, his gaze landed on Shinobu.
"Hey, little one."
Katakuri’s voice was like muffled thunder, buzzing the eardrums of the three.
Shinobu subconsciously took half a step back, her hand resting on her sword hilt.
"That so-called ’Demon King,’ where is he?"
Katakuri asked somewhat impatiently.
He had had enough of this baffling place.
Since this was a dungeon.
Since the mission was to clear it.
Then he should just hurry up and slaughter the biggest BOSS.
And then take Brulee home to eat donuts.
Shinobu was stunned.
She never expected that the first thing this monster, who looked more terrifying than an evil spirit, would say was to look for Muzan?
"Are you... human?"
Shinobu asked tentatively, although this physique really didn’t look human.
"Nonsense."
Katakuri frowned unhappily.
Behind him, Brulee poked her head out from behind his broad back and made a funny face at Shinobu.
"My brother is of course human!"
"He is the gentlest, coolest brother in the world!"
Looking at that hag-like face with the terrifying scar smiling so happily.
Then looking at that giant man with a mouth full of fangs, resembling an Asura demon.
The brains of the Demon Slayer trio instantly crashed.
This style...
Isn’t there something wrong somewhere?
...
At the same time.
At the other end of the Infinity Castle.
Inside a bizarre space made of flesh and blood.
BOOM!!!
A terrifying shockwave erupted, blasting several Demon Slayer swordsmen who attempted a sneak attack into blood mist.
Kibutsuji Muzan stood amidst the sea of blood.
His pale, handsome face was now written with disbelief and panic.
That expression.
It was as if he had just seen the sun rise from the west.
Just a moment ago.
He sensed it.
His two most capable subordinates.
Upper Rank 3, Akaza.
Upper Rank 2, Doma.
The interval between the disappearance of their auras was less than five minutes!
Moreover.
Just moments before their deaths.
Through their residual cellular memories, Muzan saw the final images.
It wasn’t the light of a Nichirin Sword.
Nor was it any exquisite Breathing Style sword technique.
But a fist.
A pure, violent, unreasonably savage fist!
In the image of that instant. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Muzan saw a monster with a body as huge as a mountain, wrapped in pitch-black lightning.
That was absolutely not power a human should possess!
Akaza was forcibly hammered into meat paste.
Doma was butchered like a ragdoll; he didn’t even get to release a decent Blood Demon Art before his head was blown apart.
"That is... what thing?"
Muzan’s pupils contracted violently into pinpoints.
Cold sweat slid down his forehead.
In his long life of a thousand years, he had seen countless swordsmen, countless strong individuals.
Even Yoriichi Tsugikuni back then.
Only relied on that god-like swordsmanship to force him into a desperate situation.
But the guy in the image now...
That’s simply not a creature that could be bred on this island nation, is it?!
A five-meter-tall body?
Strange strength capable of shattering the air?
Evasion that can predict the future?
And a body that can transform at will?
"You must be joking..."
Muzan’s voice was trembling.
A long-lost emotion named "fear" climbed up his spine like a venomous snake.
How is this a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps?
This is simply a demon that crawled out of the deepest hell!
"Nakime!!!"
Muzan roared hysterically, his voice shrill and ear-piercing.
"Summon all the Upper Ranks... No!"
"Summon all the demons here for me!"
"Stop him!"
"You must stop that monster!!!"
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