One hundred meters away!!
For the average person, this might be a distance that requires jogging for ten seconds or so.
But for the human and the ghost standing here, this was merely a dangerous red line that could be crossed in the blink of an eye, allowing them to take each other's heads.
But no one took that step.
Giyu Tomioka's perpetually expressionless face...
Not a single eyelash trembled; his grip on the knife was as perfect as that of a flawless ice sculpture.
A normal demon could end the fight by cutting off its neck.
But how exactly do you cut this monster that's equipped with a multi-core processor and seven backup engines?
The gap in strength, at this moment, materialized into an insurmountable wall.
"Completely immovable, impossible to fight!"
Giyu silently came to a simple and pessimistic conclusion in his heart.
If you can't beat them, you absolutely cannot make the first move.
Stay calm... We must hold on!!
Giyu stood even straighter, his expression tightened, and his deep blue eyes stared blankly at Muzan ahead.
But a hundred meters away.
Muzan Kibutsuji raised his chin slightly, and beneath the white brim of his hat, his crimson vertical pupils exuded an air of superior arrogance and coldness.
He stood there casually, like an emperor inspecting his own backyard.
But in reality, this final boss, who has lived for a thousand years and caused countless tragedies, is no less panicked than Giyu on the other side.
Muzan's abnormally powerful sensory nerves had spread out completely, like countless invisible tentacles, tightly wrapping around Giyu.
He tried to detect even the slightest trace of fighting spirit, killing intent, or fear from the young man wielding the Nichirin Blade before him!
Result,
There's nothing there!!
There was no anger, no murderous intent, and even the rhythm of his breathing was as flat as a stagnant pool of water.
This young man wearing a brightly colored haori was completely invisible to his sensory radar!
If Muzan closed his eyes, Muzan might even think that what was standing in front of him was just a lifeless stone.
Muzan's pupils constricted instantly!!
This did not make him feel any relief; instead, it gave him a nauseating, tingling sensation on his scalp.
This kind of transparency is completely like that of an ordinary person.
This state of being seemingly impenetrable yet devoid of any fighting spirit...
This feeling... it's so damn familiar!!
Muzan's seven hearts all skipped a beat at the same time.
In an instant, his genetic memories, which had been sealed for over four hundred years, burst forth like a seal forcibly torn open.
More than four hundred years ago, on a night just like this, by a seemingly ordinary man...
The swordsman wearing the Sun-wheel earrings also stood before him with the same calm demeanor, devoid of any fighting spirit, as if he were simply taking a stroll.
Then, that man unleashed an unparalleled strike!
If he hadn't decisively blown himself into 1,800 pieces of meat and fled in panic, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
And now, history seems to be repeating itself.
The expressionless young man in front of me just unleashed the Sun Breathing that would haunt my nightmares!
Moreover, even this transparent quality devoid of any fighting spirit is exactly the same as that of the devil named Yoriichi Tsugikuni!
"A trap!! This is absolutely a damn trap!!"
Muzan roared madly in his heart.
"He unleashed such terrifying flames, yet he's pretending to be an ordinary person without any fighting spirit... This kid is definitely entrapping us!"
Muzan's mind began a frantic process of self-conquest and imagination.
"He's just waiting for me to make the first move!"
"If I show any weakness, if I get close to him, he will immediately unleash that cell-burning flame, killing me in one blow!!"
"I, Muzan Kibutsuji a thousand years. What storms haven't I weathered?"
"You think you can fool me with such a cheap trick to lure me in!"
After completing this seamless logical self-consistency.
Muzan elegantly raised his hand, straightened his perfectly neat suit cuffs, and forcefully suppressed the urge to rush forward and tear the other person to shreds.
Thus, a bizarre and comical scene appeared on the entire Mount Sagiri Back Mountain!
A thug in a well-tailored suit, and a cold-faced Water Hashira in a tattered haori.
A human and a ghost were separated by a distance of 100 meters.
His rich inner world could easily fill a 100,000-word spy novel.
But on the surface, they all wore expressionless faces, not even moving an inch.
If you don't move, I won't move either!
You look at me, I stare at you!!
A strange balance, both intensely tense and irresistibly funny, filled the air.
Just then,
"Great Demon King! You have finally descended in person!"
Yu Hu, who had been playing the subservient Gyokko to the side, now poked most of his body out of the pottery pot, and his misplaced mouth emitted a grating, fawning laugh.
Gyokko waved her two short hands wildly in the air, trying to make her presence known to her boss.
"Look at that crude, expressionless swordsman! He must be completely terrified by your godlike radiance right now!!"
"He didn't dare to move an inch; his legs were definitely too weak to move!"
"Muzan, please have mercy and crush this arrogant insect!!"
Gyokko was so excited that spittle flew everywhere. He looked so smug, as if he wasn't the one who had been scared to death by Giyu pointing a knife at his nose.
The hoarse voice echoed through the empty mountain forest, sounding exceptionally noisy.
Giyu still didn't turn to look at Gyokko, but the disdain in his eyes was almost overflowing (눈_눈).
In this standoff moment that requires absolute focus,
This strangely shaped pot demon was like a greenbottle fly buzzing in your ear—utterly annoying.
On the other side...
Muzan hearing Gyokko's call, Muzan felt no joy, but rather a surge of inexplicable anger rising to his head.
He was already on high alert because of the man in front of him who resembled "Yoriichi substitute," fearing that the other party might have some hidden tricks up his sleeve.
As a result, his own foolish subordinate not only failed to see the situation clearly, but also shouted and yelled, frantically exposing the true strength and weaknesses of his own side.
At this moment, such mindless flattery sounds like a silent mockery of his boss's reluctance to take action.
Muzan turned his head slightly, a hint of undisguised disgust flashing in his crimson eyes.
He didn't even want to glance at the Gyokko.
If it weren't still useful, Muzan have even considered immediately using the Cell Curse to make this noisy piece of trash explode on the spot.
How can this monumental undertaking, which produces such a sycophantic and utterly clueless team, ever end?
Giyu keenly caught the Muzan emotional fluctuation in Muzan's eyes.
Although it was only for a brief moment, that genuine annoyance and slight distraction, captured by the Transparent World, were as clear as lightning in the night sky.
Chance!!
Giyu's fingers, gripping the Nichirin Blade, tightened slightly at that moment.