Shinobu rolled her eyes dramatically, pulled a large roll of spare bandages from her medical kit, and slammed them down on Sabito's head.
"Quickly wrap yourself up!"
Ren pouted, her purple eyes filled with disdain.
"Wandering around shirtless in the woods in the dead of night, anyone who didn't know better would think that some perverted exhibitionist had appeared in Mount Sagiri, specifically targeting female swordsmen."
In a flurry, Sabito grabbed a bandage and haphazardly wrapped it around his waist a few times, barely managing to cover up his overly conspicuous eight-pack abs.
"This is called battle damage! Battle damage caused by force majeure, don't you understand?!"
Sabito blushed and frantically tried to argue, then turned to look at Kanae leaning against the tree trunk, his tone instantly becoming incredibly sincere.
"Kanae, and that sharp-tongued woman."
Sabito gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly, feeling the surging, ever-renewing power within his body, a fusion of Yin and Yang.
"Thanks. If it weren't for your miracle drug, I'd probably be dead at the hands of this quack doctor today."
Kanae smiled gently and shook her head slightly.
"This is an awakening that Mr. Sabito created himself. That new sword technique, which combines power and grace, is truly amazing."
The Mount Sagiri.
"Clang!!"
The violent collision sounded like a series of rolling thunderclaps.
Giyu Tomioka flipped his Nichirin Blade at a tricky angle, the back of the blade precisely blocking Akaza's powerful punch.
A violent gust of wind from the punch grazed his cheek, severing a few strands of black hair.
Using this enormous recoil force, Giyu's body slid backward more than ten meters like a weightless leaf.
Deep blue eyes, through a holographic vision of Transparent World, pierced through the layers of tree canopy without hindrance.
Giyu took in the explosive ripples of water that belonged to Sabito halfway up the mountain.
The raging waves and the tranquil deep lake merge perfectly.
A balance of strength and gentleness.
Giyu's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the knife, a ruthless combat strength assessment system flashing through his mind.
The Pillar-level swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps are nominally equal in status, but in reality, their strength varies drastically!
In Giyu's eyes, the Pillars' strength can be divided into the following levels:
--Lower Hashira!!
Master the Breathing Style step by step, and fight with your physical strength and relentless ruthlessness!
Sabito, Tengen Uzui, Shinjuro Rengoku all belong to this category!
--Middle Hashira!!
[By integrating his own martial arts into his swordsmanship, he achieved a qualitative leap, gaining the qualification to face off against the Upper Rank!]
Now, relying on his self-created sword technique that blends Yin and Yang, Sabito has finally managed to barely cross this threshold.
Before awakening the [Transparent World], Gyomei Himejima stood firmly here thanks to his innate superhuman strength.
--Upper Hashira!!
[A supreme monster that breaks through the limits of human physiology, masters the Transparent World, or awakens its Demon Slayer Mark!]
The current Gyomei Himejima is the best example; once that iron tower gets angry, it's enough to smash a low-ranking Upper Rank Moon to pieces.
--Extreme Hashira!!
[Refine your physical body and skills to perfection, so that every movement aligns with the laws of nature!]
--Super Hashira!!
[???]
Watching the fighting spirit representing the Sabito on the mountainside complete its metamorphosis, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
On Giyu Yong's perpetually expressionless face, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned upwards.
A gentle breeze swept by, fleeting in an instant.
Opposite,
Kokushibo's six bloodshot eyes shrank to the size of pinpoints.
The demonic blade covered in disgusting, fleshy growths in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Kokushibo squinted, and the peculiar water-like fluctuations in the air naturally did not escape Upper Rank One's terrifying perception.
A human swordsman.
In dire circumstances, it merged two opposing attributes into one, forcefully breaking the genetic lock that made it a short-lived species.
Ugh, that familiar yet disgusting feeling of breakthrough...
The blinding red figure, as dazzling as the sun, uncontrollably popped into Kokushibo's mind.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
That monster that stole all the light and reduced others to the dust.
A deep, sour sigh escaped from Kokushibo's mouth.
Envy!!
It was a deep jealousy, and the weariness that had spanned four hundred years.
How is it that these mortals, as fragile as mayflies, can always unleash such nauseating potential in the face of despair?
Kokushibo gripped the hilt of the Demon Blade tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging like twisted earthworms.
Jealousy transformed into the purest form of murderous intent.
The crimson light belonging to the Moon Breathing was compressed wildly on the blade, and even the surrounding air was corroded by this deathly aura, emitting a mournful sound.
The central attic of Infinity Castle.
The space is upside down, and the wooden floor is suspended in mid-air, defying the laws of gravity.
Muzan Kibutsuji striking it was hard to tell if he was male or female, now so dark it seemed to drip with black water.
The aura of the Yaoshi in my mind vanished instantly.
Not a serious injury!!
It's not hibernation/shock!!
They were completely and utterly wiped out!!
It incorporates the perfect cells of the Blue Spider Lily!!
That long-awaited key to eternal sunlight!!
It's gone!!
A thousand years of waiting has turned into a pile of ashes scattered by the wind.
"Snap--!"
The expensive crystal goblet in Muzan's hand was crushed into a pile of powder.
Crimson wine mixed with shards of glass dripped down pale fingers onto the expensive carpet.
Muzan's fingernails grew Muzan long, and the sharp spikes instantly tore the leather sofa beneath him into countless flying cotton-like fragments.
The Lower Rank demons who were standing in the corner waiting for orders trembled with fear and knelt down with a thud, not daring to lift their heads.
One of the ghosts let out a soft gasp of fear.
Muzan's crimson eyes locked onto it instantly.
He swung his arm suddenly.
The Lower Rank demon didn't even have time to scream before its head exploded.
The headless corpse lay in a pool of blood, convulsing wildly.
But this bloody slaughter could not quell even a fraction of the hatred in his heart.
The Yaoshi's cells were actually destroyed by those vile insects.
Muzan stood up, and his violent pressure shattered the carved wooden windows around the attic.
Nakime!!
The roar, filled with exasperated rage, echoed wildly through the empty, Infinity Castle.
Nakime was holding Biwa in the distance, was so startled that her fingers trembled, and she almost dropped the instrument.
"Move the Infinity Castle... there for me!!"
Muzan's Muzan handsome face was completely distorted, and the veins throbbed beneath his fair skin.
"Put the entire Infinity Castle on that broken mountain!!"
"I want to personally... personally smash those insects' bones inch by inch!!"
The Demon King, who cherishes his life like gold, decides to tear off all pretense and cowardice and personally take to the field.
Above the Mount Sagiri.
The once clear night sky began to distort eerily.