Demon Transformation Medicine, Yaoshi Unleashed!
Sabito felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the purple tentacles raining down from all directions.
If this disgusting thing goes through, all those hard-earned, well-developed pectoral muscles I've worked so hard to grow will probably be completely ruined!!
Bang!
Shinobu Kocho, carrying a uniquely shaped, thin-bladed Nichirin Blade, charged out over the mess on the ground.
His purple eyes were filled with undisguised, ferocious killing intent, yet he forced a signature, ruthless smile onto his lips.
"Ara ara."
With light, graceful steps, she locked her gaze on the arrogant Yaoshi not far away, her tone sickeningly sweet.
"Yaoshi, your attending physician is here for rounds."
Hearing the commotion, the Yaoshi turned his head and looked at the short man who rushed out, his face full of disdain.
A crippled little girl who can't even wield a knife actually appeared?
Do they really think they're some Perfect Lifeform who collects junk?!
The four thick tentacles instantly changed direction, abandoning Sabito on the ground, and smashed straight towards Shinobu's face.
Faced with an attack powerful enough to smash a person into mincemeat.
Ren didn't even blink.
With a light touch of its toes on the muddy ground, its body, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, slid through the gap between the two tentacles at an absurd angle.
Variations of the Flower Breathing footwork.
It was specifically designed to counter such wide-ranging, clumsy attacks.
Not far away.
Kanae clutched the wound on her calf tightly, forcing herself to stand upright.
Her beautiful face was covered in cold sweat, but her clear eyes were instantly stained with an eerie blood red.
[Flower Breathing - Final Form - Equinoctial Vermilion Eye!!]
This technique, which is extremely taxing on the optic nerve, carries the risk of blindness if overused.
But to protect her younger sister and to preserve the hope that everyone had fought so hard for, Kanae couldn't care less about anything else.
Everything in sight slowed down instantly.
The violent flow of blood within the Yaoshi's body, even the rhythm of muscle fiber contraction, was all clearly imprinted in Kanae's mind.
"Three steps to the right!"
Kanae coughed up a mouthful of bloody foam, but her voice remained clear and loud.
"Squat down! Then slide one step to the left!"
"Now! Stab his left carotid artery!"
The two sisters don't even need extra eye contact; they can achieve seamless coordination solely through auditory commands.
He pushed off with his feet, following his sister's directions perfectly, his entire body almost touching the cold ground as he glided.
The Yaoshi's tentacles swept across his hair from above, bringing with them a gust of fishy wind.
The distance has been shortened to its absolute limit.
The Yaoshi's refined face, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, was now very close.
At this moment, a hint of fear finally flashed in the Yaoshi's eyes.
This woman is completely unpredictable!
All attack routes have been figured out!
He suddenly contracted the muscles in his neck, causing a hard, keratinous armor to form on the surface of his skin.
With this little girl's strength, even the sharpest blade couldn't pierce through her!
"Pfft~"
The Nichirin Blade pierced the Yaoshi's neck.
Really,
The blade made a screeching sound as it got stuck half an inch deep in the keratinous armor, unable to penetrate any blood vessels!
"You think you can kill me with that little strength!"
The Yaoshi let out a sinister laugh.
The tentacles behind him had already turned around, ready to pierce through the ninja.
At that critical moment,
Sabito, who had been unable to move on the ground, suddenly sprang up and gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade with both hands.
"Get in here, you bastard!"
With the last of his strength, Sabito used his sword like a hammer to smash it hard against Shinobu's specially made Nichirin Blade.
"Pfft--!"
A crisp, muffled thud.
The slender tip of the specially made Nichirin Blade instantly pierced through the hard keratinous armor.
The entire vial of the Demon Transformation Medicine, incorporating various high-tech and ruthless techniques, was injected into the Yaoshi's veins without wasting a single drop.
"Done!!"
Shinobu drew his sword, executed a nimble backflip, and landed steadily on the open ground a few meters away.
He casually pulled out a clean white handkerchief and disgustedly wiped the ghost blood off the tip of his knife.
The Yaoshi covered the needle mark on his neck, paused for two seconds, and then let out a burst of arrogant laughter.
"Ha ha!"
"I thought it was some kind of ultimate killing move, but it turns out it's just using a little toothpick to prick me with a needle?"
"Don't you warriors have some kind of misunderstanding about Perfect Lifeform?!"
"For a wound of this severity, I wouldn't even need a fraction of a second to..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
The Yaoshi's maniacal laughter froze instantly.
The pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses contracted sharply.
Something's not right.
Something's very wrong!
The needle prick, which should have healed instantly, not only failed to close but began to ooze a strange black liquid.
An unprecedented sense of detachment surged from the depths of my blood to my brain.
"You..."
The Yaoshi trembled violently, clutching his own neck with both hands until his fingernails dug into his flesh.
"What the hell did you inject into my body?!"
This defies common scientific sense!
"My perfect cells could never be infected by this dubious folk remedy!"
Looking at the Yaoshi's comical, utterly distorted worldview.
Ren casually tossed aside the handkerchief he had used to wipe the blood, put his hands on his hips, and gave a smile more cunning than a fox.
"Hijifangzi?"
"This is a special medicine that Miss Tamayo spent hundreds of years of her life working on, and that my sister and I stayed up all night to specially tailor for you."
Ren raised a long, slender index finger and began to explain medical science.
Do you know why this medicine works so quickly?
"Because the catalyst substrate for this medicine is the precious blood sample of the Blue Spider Lily from your body."
He was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that his shoulders were shaking.
"Use your blood to dismantle your power."
"To put it simply, this is called 'using the original broth to digest the original food,' or 'fighting poison with poison.'"
Surprised? Unexpected?
These words, when they reached the Yaoshi's ears, were more cruel than being stabbed a hundred times.
He overcame the sunlight with great difficulty, believing himself to have become a god of the new world.
As a result, these crazy women actually used their own genes to make weapons and then injected them back into their own bodies!
Is the ultimate goal of science really the magical potion concocted by these unreasonable village girls?
"Impossible!"
The Yaoshi let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his head and collapsing to his knees in agony.
"I am the only God!"
"I finally don't have to go to work or pay taxes!"
"I will never turn back into that weak, disgusting human who has to work overtime every day!"
I'm going to kill you all!
Although the Demon Transformation Medicine is potent, the combination of the Demon King's Blood and the energy of the Blue Spider Lily within the Yaoshi is no joke.
The two extreme forces turned the Yaoshi's body into the main battlefield and began a frenzied battle.
The Yaoshi's originally handsome features were instantly distorted beyond recognition.
The skin surface was covered with a dense network of bluish-purple veins, resembling writhing venomous snakes.
The white coat was torn inch by inch.
His entire body swelled uncontrollably, like an inflating balloon.
The four tentacles on its back not only did not disappear, but instead became thicker and their number increased to more than a dozen.
At the end of each tentacle split open a terrifying little mouth full of fangs.
Reason is being slowly eroded by this excruciating torment.
The Yaoshi's eyes completely lost their luster, turning into a chaotic, lifeless gray.
The terrifying poison gas spread wildly outwards from the Yaoshi like a flood bursting its banks.
The completely berserk Yaoshi has finally reached the true Upper Rank level!!
The wildly beating tentacles, as if equipped with automatic tracking radar, rained down on Sabito and his companions.
The speed was so fast that it tore through the air, creating a deafening sonic boom.
"Retreat immediately!"
Kanae shouted sharply, enduring the pain in her legs, and pushed away her still-dazed sister.
The Sabito scrambled to avoid a thick tentacle that was about to smash into its face, and the mud behind it was instantly smashed into a crater more than three meters wide.
Looking at that disgusting creature whose size was still expanding and which had completely become a Frankenstein's monster.
Sabito's hand gripping the knife was trembling slightly. This wasn't saving a person at all; it was like releasing a plague!
"Shinobu Kocho! What kind of fake medicine did you concoct?!"
As the Sabito dodged and weaved in a sorry state, it roared wildly in its hoarse voice.
"That bastard not only didn't turn back into a human, he actually became even stronger than before!"
He rolled on the ground in a disheveled state, his once clean team uniform now covered in mud, and his composure finally crumbled.
"He is, after all, Upper Rank Muzan is very concentrated in his veins. The medicine will take time to work!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted back, pulling out several poisoned kunai and throwing them forcefully.
"What a hassle!!"
The Sabito was struck hard on the back by a tentacle.
He flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into three large trees before finally coming to a stop.
I felt like my internal organs were about to shift, and my throat was filled with a strong, metallic taste of blood.
This is completely unplayable.
In his berserk state, the Yaoshi's physical attack power and poison coverage are significantly stronger than before.
Even a Pillar-level swordsman at his peak would have to avoid the brunt of this irrational war machine.
Moreover, there were three already severely injured and weakened players present.
A deluge of purple poison needles rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour.
Kanae closed her eyes in despair; she had exhausted her last bit of strength and couldn't even lift the knife.
Is the hope that everyone has fought so hard for ultimately going to be destroyed by this out-of-control experimental subject?
Just when everyone thought they were going to die here tonight, in a moment of despair.
Sabito, lying in the ruins, suddenly let out a muffled groan of extreme pain.
It wasn't due to external injury.
Instead, it was a domineering, familiar yet strangely violent force surging wildly from the depths of his bones.