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

Chapter 394 It's Time to Fight!

Muzan's somber expression emboldened these guys.

The fighting movements were much more intense than before.

He was really looked down upon.

If it weren't for Tamayo's poison and the woman's depletion, how could he have fallen to the point of being bullied by mere humans?

Yuko didn't rush into the battle. Her current condition wasn't as good as she had imagined. The hunger in her stomach returned, and the amount of Muzan's cells she had was simply not enough to restore her health; at most, it would only provide some relief.

Moreover, having so many people besieging Muzan is enough; she has more important things to do.

Yuko subtly moved to the corner, blocking Muzan's retreat route and ensuring that Muzan could not escape through a frontal breakthrough.

It would be laughable if Tamayo's efforts to prevent a split came to fruition, only to find themselves overwhelmed from the front.

No, when that time really comes, I doubt anyone will be able to laugh.

Suddenly, a bluish mist rose from the dimly lit surroundings, and figures flickered within the mist.

"Breath of the Mist, Seventh Form, Oboro".

"Annoying tricks." Muzan coldly parried the blade that suddenly stabbed out from the blue mist, and swung out a flesh whip in return.

But before the fleshy whip could strike the person in front of him, another attack came from the side.

"Water Breathing - First Form - Water Surface Slash".

"Tch!" Muzan clicked his tongue, turned around to catch Giyu Tomioka, who was leaping towards him, and forcefully flung him away with both arms. "One after another..."

brush! ! !

The fierce slash severed several of Muzan's tentacles in an instant, and Shinazugawa Sanemi appeared in front of him, crouching low.

"This is your retribution, Muzan."

"Wind Breathing - Fourth Form - Rising Sandstorm!"

The wind blades swept upwards toward Muzan's jaw.

Muzan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he lowered his head directly. His tentacles moved rapidly, suppressing Shinazugawa Sanemi's sword-shaped attack head-on.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was not in a hurry. When his first attack failed, he withdrew his sword and retreated, leaving the opportunity for the next person.

"Breath of Rock, Fourth Form, Rhyolite, Swift Conquest!"

The rock pillar spun its chains, simultaneously swinging its broad axe and meteor hammer rapidly to the left and right, smashing them towards Muzan.

Muzan's eyelids twitched; this man's attack was not something he could withstand head-on.

Even though it's far inferior to the monstrous Crimson Blade from hundreds of years ago, its ability to suppress regeneration is undeniable.

Muzan quickly retreated.

"Gotcha!"

Suddenly, a warm voice came from behind.

"Breathing of Flame, First Form, Shiranui!"

"Breath of the Sun, First Form, Waltz!"

Muzan turned his head with all his might, and two streaks of fire, one red and one orange, flashed before his eyes.

Muzan's arm was severed cleanly, at the location where his heart was.

Because the weak current was cut off, Muzan's regeneration was slightly interrupted and could not be restored instantly.

Because of this fleeting opportunity, the surrounding pillars, which were waiting for their chance to descend, were already closing in.

"What?!" Muzan was astonished to find that after the blue mist dissipated, he had unknowingly been surrounded by everyone.

Is that the purpose?!

Muzan's crimson pupils trembled slightly. Now, facing the onslaught of the crowd, he had no room to dodge. He lowered his head, his hands tightly protecting his head, and flesh and blood rapidly grew on his arms, covering his vital parts, trying to use a defensive posture to withstand the combined attack of the crowd.

And the crowd did not disappoint him; they handed him a free sandbag, and even a fool would be tempted to kick it.

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

"Flower Breathing, Form of Five, Fruitless Peony".

"Love Breathing - Second Form - Regretful Lingering Love!"

"Snow Breathing - Eighth Form - Unending Snow!"

"Beast Breathing - First Fang - Piercing Thrust!"

"Sound Breathing - Fourth Form - Resounding Slash Without End!"

"Insect Breathing, Bee Fang Dance, True Dance!"

"Blood Demon Art: Needle Valve Hell!"

The dazzling sword shapes slashed towards Muzan from all directions, and the flesh and blood that extended from Muzan's body to protect him were quickly shaved off like noodles.

"Damn it!!!" Muzan gritted his teeth, his face turning red with suppressed rage.

It's okay, as long as the neck and vital organs aren't all killed off in an instant, he can regenerate.

These bastards found the location of his heart and brain through the scars on his body, so he moved the organs at high speed.

Inside Muzan's body, his heart and brain, which were originally located beneath those hideous wounds, were moving at high speed as if they were alive, dodging the attacks from everyone.

The others were completely unaware of this, only seeing that Muzan's tentacles were being severed one by one, his arms were being cut off, and his body was covered with countless sword marks.

It's moved!!

But Tanjiro, who possesses clear vision, quickly discovered this.

If this continues, Muzan will eventually realize what's happening!

No, Muzan was already secretly accumulating power, waiting for the moment when everyone's attack would create an opportunity.

At this point, there was no time to notify others, so he had to make the decision.

According to the sword shape of Sun Breathing, the twelve shapes are connected to form a cycle, which is the thirteenth shape of Sun Breathing.

Despite the change in the location of the organ, Tanjiro's penetrating vision quickly caught up.

"Breath of the Sun, First Form, Waltz!"

"...The Azure Sky!"

"...The blazing sun shines on the red mirror!"

That's too slow! He can be even faster!

The orange-red sword slashed at Muzan's body, and to his shock, the feeling was strangely familiar.

The heart and brain inside the body were both slashed during the high-speed movement.

Muzan was filled with fear. This couldn't go on; this brat could see!

Can't wait any longer!

Muzan originally intended to wait until the attacks of the crowd became intermittent and their remaining strength was insufficient before unleashing his full power.

But opportunity waits for no one, and if he waits any longer, things will only get worse for him.

Breath of the Sun, that monster is always haunting me.

Finally, when everyone's attacks faltered and their stamina dwindled, Muzan unleashed his power.

"Blood Demon Art: Black Blood..."

Thorns made of blood extended from Muzan's body.

Everyone's expression changed drastically; they realized there was still room for resistance in this situation.

Tanjiro gritted his teeth, "Damn it!"

They failed; they couldn't stop him!

"Everyone, hurry..."

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Rose Art".

A cold voice came from behind them, and blood-red thorn whips attacked from all directions, some clinging to the walls and wrapping around Muzan's body from top to bottom, some crawling up from the ground and binding Muzan's feet, and some shooting directly through the air and firmly controlling Muzan's upper body.

Muzan's Blood Demon Art was crushed directly under the thorns.

The thorny vines, like pythons, coiled around Muzan's body and slowly contracted, drawing foul blood from his flesh.