Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 392 Yoriichi is Different

Just as Yuko was pondering how to give Muzan a sweet treat, to make him feel that there was hope of defeating them, or whether to try a one-on-one duel with him in advance, Muzan made his move.

He glanced at the two groups of people in front of him and behind him, then turned and ran without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

It wasn't until Muzan had run several meters away that everyone realized what was happening.

Uzui Tengen's eyes widened: "That guy's trying to escape?! Chase after him!"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone had already chased after him.

The swordsmen who had been lying in ambush all around waiting for their chance were so frightened that they also ran out.

If Muzan manages to escape after such a fierce battle, it would be utterly hopeless.

Yuko, who was at the very front, had already started complaining.

"Hey, hey, hey, what about your dignity as the Ghost King? You're just running away like that?"

But it's obvious that Muzan has absolutely no sense of dignity.

If Muzan truly possessed any dignity, he wouldn't have remained secluded all these years.

Hundreds of years after Yoriichi's death, Muzan has finally exposed himself to the public eye.

Before that, no one could defeat him.

Ultimately, it's just cowardice.

His Upper Moon demons were all more courageous than him in this regard, and each of them, while not exactly ostentatious, were quite successful in human society.

What's this guy doing? He's been acting as someone's son and father... he's really experiencing human life.

Yuko didn't think her words would attract Muzan's attention; she just wanted to annoy him and mock him.

To Yuko's surprise, Muzan actually turned back.

Suddenly, after running out of the area covered by Yu Zi's blood, it turned around abruptly, and the long whip behind it shot towards Yu Zi as it charged towards her.

Yu Zi didn't have time to brake; her body leaned back, and several long whips flew out right under her nose.

Her incredibly resilient waist curved in a beautiful arc, the tip of the blade gliding across the ground to reduce inertia, before she flipped over and kicked Muzan.

Muzan didn't dodge; he took the attack head-on, truly taking it head-on.

His grotesque maw opened wide and swallowed Yuko's foot.

Is this guy a pervert?

Yuko was shocked and quickly plunged the knife into Muzan's mouth on his stomach, jamming his teeth and preventing him from biting down.

At the same time, Yuko flipped over, her white hair falling to the ground, and she tried to pull her legs out of Muzan's mouth by bracing herself with her hands.

But Muzan was prepared, and his free tentacles reached out and wrapped around Yuko's feet, preventing her from breaking free.

Yuko felt a chill run down her spine; she was now truly terrified of these tentacles.

"Blood Demon Art..."

"Breathing of the Wind·First Form·Dust Whirlwind·Slash!"

"Breath of Thunder·Shape of One·Thunderbolt Flash!"

Before Yuko could unleash her Blood Demon Art, two figures rushed towards her from the inverted view, passing by her on the left and right.

Muzan raised his extra tentacles, which were then severed by the two men's incredibly fast sword strikes during the exchange, before quickly regenerating.

However, Muzan's depleted stamina caused his recovery to be much slower, giving the people following behind him a chance to rescue Yuko from Muzan's mouth.

The remaining speedsters, Shinobu Kocho and Tengen Uzui, dragged Ikuko out of Muzan's mouth.

"Damn it!" Muzan was unwilling to give up and reached out to grab Yuko's feet, but in the end he only managed to pull off Yuko's shoes.

Yuko, barefoot on the ground, had no intention of complaining about Muzan's perversion. Just as she was about to thank everyone, she heard Shinazugawa Sanemi, who had retreated, say, "You're really causing trouble. Wouldn't it be better to just stay in the back?"

Ikuko: “???”

You son of a bitch! Who single-handedly stopped Muzan all night?

Before Yuko could refute, Shinobu Kocho said, "Mr. Shinazugawa is right."

Yuko looked at her in shock, her eyes filled with confusion and disappointment.

Shinobu Kocho clearly didn't mean it that way, ignoring Ikuko's shock: "Ikuko has done enough, leave the rest to us."

The main issue is that Yuko's stamina hasn't fully recovered, so it's best not to give Muzan an opening in the upcoming battle.

Tanjiro also stepped forward, holding his swords in both hands and confronting Muzan: "Please, Miss Yuuko, provide support from behind."

Just as Yu Zi was about to speak, her expression suddenly changed, and she shouted, "Stop chatting! The attack is coming!"

She raised her hand and summoned a wall of blood, which blocked the way in front of everyone.

Boom boom boom!

Muzan's tentacles slammed into the wall of blood as if they were hitting plastic wrap; they were pulled far away, but eventually they still managed to penetrate it.

By this time, everyone had realized what was happening.

The continuous barrage of sword strikes hit Muzan's tentacles. Even with Muzan's strong regenerative abilities, the tentacles couldn't regenerate in time against such a dense attack, and pieces of them fell to the ground.

The severed fleshy whip was still full of life, constantly wriggling.

Muzan was grinding his teeth to dust. These bastards!

Every single time, he's interrupted at the crucial moment!

Enraged, Muzan swung his flesh whip more violently, capable of slicing through surrounding buildings with a mere careless graze.

Although Muzan's desperate exertion forced everyone back, strange scars appeared on his body.

The scars seemed to have been there for a long time, appearing one after another on Muzan's body.

"What is that?" Tanjiro looked at the scar in surprise.

It wasn't that I recognized what weapon caused the scar, but rather that I felt strangely familiar with the location of the scar, as if I had seen it somewhere before, giving me a strong sense of déjà vu.

Looking at the wounds on Muzan's body, Yuko's expression was also somewhat astonished: "Those are... wounds caused by Yoriichi?"

Kanroji Mitsuri was shocked: "Eh? But wasn't Yoriichi a person from the Sengoku period?"

With Muzan's exaggerated regenerative abilities, let alone hundreds of years, even the most severe wounds should heal in just a few breaths.

Tanjiro suddenly realized why it felt somewhat familiar; it was the sword form of the Sun Breathing technique.

Others also felt a sense of familiarity, because the location of the scars, when connected, was precisely where Muzan's weakness lay.

but……

"Is that the effect of the Crimson Blade? But the Crimson Blade should..."

I doubt it could reach that level.

Even the crimson blades of Miss Yuko and Mr. Himejima only slowed down Muzan's recovery speed.

How could scars made hundreds of years ago be preserved to this day?

Yuko understood Tanjiro's meaning and shook her head: "Yoriichi is different."

"The wounds have appeared because Muzan's stamina has been greatly depleted, and he can no longer hide them."

Sanemi Shinazugawa grinned, not caring about anything else; there was only one thing he cared about.

"So, all we have to do is cut along that wound, right?"