Giyu Tomioka vs. Muzan, Tanjiro's Demon Transformation!

Snowflakes danced wildly between the two of them.

Giyu Tomioka, sword in hand, fixed his deep blue eyes on Muzan Kibutsuji, a hundred meters away, through the thick snow.

That signature expressionless face now exuded an indescribable calmness.

These two and a half years,

He had mentally rehearsed and combined the three Breathing Style— water, moon, and sun—countless times.

Now, having reopened the [Transparent World] and looking at the old monster before him, Giyu had only one simple and unadorned assessment in his mind.

That is—being able to fight.

That's right, Muzan is still very strong.

In Giyu's penetrating vision, the five brains and seven hearts continued to beat irrationally, providing a perpetual motion machine-like vitality.

But the suffocating, "absolutely invincible" aura he once exuded has long since vanished!

So what if there are five brains? So what if there are seven hearts?

Giyu silently complained in his heart.

"Just because you have a few more outlets than others doesn't mean you can act like you have central air conditioning."

In Giyu's eyes now, Muzan is at best an elite monster with a high health bar, fast health regeneration, and Muzan shamelessness, always ready to run away.

"Kibutsuji · Muzan!!"

Giyu slowly raised his Nichirin Blade, its tip pointing Muzan.

"Since you're here, you're not leaving today!!"

"You arrogant and boastful ant!"

Muzan was thoroughly enraged by Giyu's contemptuous attitude.

His pale, handsome face was contorted, veins bulging on his forehead, and his crimson pupils seemed to spit fire.

"He only thinks he can stand against the gods because he stole a little bit of Kokushibo's and Yoriichi Tsugikuni's skills?!"

Muzan laughed in exasperation, "I've lived for a thousand years, what kind of genius swordsman haven't I seen?!"

"..."

"The gods aren't like you, always hiding and dodging, like a basement rat that dies in the light."

Giyu was too lazy to listen to this old monster's nonsense!!

Villains die from talking too much, and so do heroes.

The thumb forcefully pushed the hilt open.

Strike first, strike hard!

"Total Concentration-- "

Giyu's breathing rate changed dramatically, his blood surged wildly, and even the snowflakes around him were instantly evaporated into white mist by the high temperature.

With a sudden swing of his right arm, the Nichirin Blade traced a dazzling arc through the air!

"Symphony of Sun and Moon - Scorching Moon Amaterasu!"

With a single slash, hundreds and thousands of silver-white crescent-shaped sword energies bloomed in mid-air.

The sword energy was dense and poured out like a torrential rain.

But this is far from over.

The instant he unleashed the silver crescent moon, Giyu forcefully reversed his meridians and activated the Sun Breathing.

A pure and domineering high temperature adhered to each crescent-shaped sword aura.

The cold, sharp, silvery-white sword energy suddenly ignited into dazzling golden-red flames in mid-air.

A massive, crescent-shaped fireball, carrying the divine power to incinerate everything, transformed into a giant net and descended upon Muzan!

"Damn it!! Such an unreasonable attack?!"

Muzan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his seven hearts pounded wildly in his chest.

He sensed the threat of death from the endless crescent of flames.

The temperature of the flames was exactly the same as that of the man who wore the Sun-wheel earrings back then, and it was even more difficult to defend against because it combined with the subtle sword energy of the Moon Breathing.

There's no way to avoid it!!

The area is too large; the entire space is sealed off!!

Driven by his survival instinct, Muzan let out a hysterical roar.

"Want to kill me? Dream on!!"

In the blink of an eye, Muzan abandoned his human form and transformed into a terrifying behemoth tens of feet tall, woven from countless disgusting tentacles.

He concentrated all the energy in his body on the surface, attempting to use his massive body to withstand this devastating attack!

Rumble--!

The golden-red crescent moon of flame slammed heavily onto the mountain of flesh.

A series of rapid explosions instantly resounded throughout the night sky of Mount Kumotori.

The violent shockwave whipped up a storm of snow and mud, snapping trees within a radius of hundreds of meters in half.

The firelight illuminated the gray night sky as if it were daytime, and even the thick clouds in the sky were torn open by the heat wave, creating a huge hole.

"Ahhh--!"

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from within the mountain of flesh.

The crescent-shaped sword aura, imbued with the intense heat of the Sun Breathing, easily pierced through Muzan's skin and flesh.

The flames clung to the wound, burning his cells relentlessly.

But Muzan's almost bug-like regenerative abilities were on full display at this moment.

At the cut wound, countless granulation tissues wriggled wildly, forcibly stitching the wound together despite the golden-red flames.

While being burned to ashes, it simultaneously multiplied new flesh and blood at an even more exaggerated rate.

"What... what kind of power is this...?"

Behind the ruins of the wooden house, Kie Kamado tightly held the unconscious Tanjiro in her arms.

She stared at the young man in the unusually colored haori, who looked like a god of war descending upon the land, and her mind went completely blank.

This is not a battle between people, but a cataclysmic disaster from mythology.

Takeo, Nezuko, Delia, and Shigeru were trembling with fear, clinging tightly to their mother.

Even from this distance, the terrifying heatwave that hit them still stung their cheeks.

"You must win, Mr. Giyu..."

Kie prayed frantically in her heart, holding Tanjiro, whose body was burning hot, even tighter in her arms.

She could feel Tanjiro's body temperature rising at an abnormal rate, but she had no time to pay attention to that at the moment and could only place all her hopes on the swordsman.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, a furious roar suddenly came from inside the mountain of flesh, which was billowing with acrid black smoke.

"Giyu Tomioka! I'll tear you to pieces!!"

Muzan's massive body writhed violently. Although the attack had cost him a large number of cells, he had managed to withstand it thanks to his terrifying inner strength.

Whoosh!

With this roar, dozens of bone whips, their thighs wrapped in black and red lightning, suddenly shot out from inside the mountain of flesh.

Like a swarm of venomous snakes drawn by the scent of blood, the bone whips, accompanied by sharp, tearing sounds, lashed out at Giyu Tomioka from all directions, viciously slashing him.

Each bone whip carries enough power to flatten a house in an instant.

"That's all the tricks you have?"

Giyu stared expressionlessly at the overwhelming barrage of bone whips, his heart completely unmoved!

"Water Breathing - Third Form - Flowing Dance!"

Giyu did not choose to fight head-on. He moved with incredible agility, like a fish swimming upstream in a turbulent current.

Snap! Snap! Boom--!

The bone whip lashed fiercely at the snow, creating huge craters more than ten meters in diameter, sending dirt and gravel flying in all directions like bullets.

Giyu's footsteps lightly touched the snow, each movement precisely avoiding the fatal lashes of the bone whip.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand created soft, continuous blue splashes as it precisely deflected the bone whips that blocked his movement.

He demonstrated the ultimate flexibility of water at this moment!

--Use their strength against them, go with the flow.

He charged towards Muzan's Muzan barrage of whips.

"Too slow! Your tentacles are moving haphazardly!!"

Giyu coldly mocked.

When he rushed to within five meters of Wuzan, he Muzan exerted force with his feet, crushing a large chunk of frozen soil.

The deep blue water light dissipated, replaced by intensely hot golden-red flames.

"Sun Breathing-- "

Giyu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, unleashing a terrifying twisting force from his waist, his entire body drawing a perfect circular arc of fire in mid-air.

"Dance!!"

This is not a half-baked imitation; it is the ultimate strike that incorporates all of Giyu's swordsmanship insights.

The golden-red blade sliced through Muzan's proud defense without Muzan resistance.

Sizzle--!

Muzan's enormous, mountain-like body was swiftly and cleanly cleaved in two at the waist by this single, decisive Dance.

Dark red ghost blood shot into the sky like a high-pressure fountain, splashing onto the pristine white snow and instantly melting large swaths of snow into pungent blood.

"Ahh!"

Muzan's upper body slammed heavily onto the ground, emitting a painful and incredulous scream.

His prized regenerative abilities were momentarily halted by the direct strike of the Sun Breathing.

The cut surface of the wound was charred black, preventing cell regeneration.

"This is impossible! You're clearly just a human, how can you unleash such a powerful slash?!"

Muzan screamed in agony as he frantically channeled his blood.

Suddenly, countless thick fleshy buds burst forth from his severed lower body, pulling his upper body like ropes, attempting to forcibly piece the two halves back together.

This terrifying regenerative ability made Giyu's eyes grow even colder.

"It's not over yet!"

Giyu gave Muzan absolutely Muzan chance to catch his breath.

As soon as he landed, he took a deep breath.

The golden-red flames on the Nichirin Blade surged several times over, illuminating an area of tens of meters around it.

"Sun Breathing - Eleventh Form - Dragon Sun Halo Head Dance!"

Giyu's figure transformed into a raging dragon made of flames, frantically weaving around Muzan's massive body.

A wide-ranging barrage of fiery slashes poured down like a torrential downpour, transforming into a raging sea of fire that completely Muzan Muzan's body, which was attempting to reconstruct itself.

The extreme high temperature was frantically burning Muzan's cells, like frying an entire fat pig in an iron pot.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!!"

Surrounded by flames, Muzan sensed the shadow of death rapidly approaching.

If he continues to be burned like this, his cells will be completely wiped out.

"Giyu Tomioka! Don't get too cocky, you ant!"

At this Muzan moment of life and death, Muzan's charred body suddenly swelled violently, and an extremely incongruous energy erupted from his body.

"Blood Demon Art: Extreme Cold Hell!"

"Snap--!"

An intensely cold, icy blue aura suddenly exploded out of his body in a ring shape.

This chilling aura, icy to the bone, instantly froze the wildly burning flames into ice sculptures of various shapes the moment it came into contact with the golden-red flames.

However, this illogical freeze lasted for less than a second.

"Snap--!"

The domineering flames of Sun Breathing burst forth from the ice once more, continuing their rampage.

But for a master of escape like Muzan, one second is enough for him to complete all the necessary steps to escape.

"Ice-based Blood Demon Art?!"

Giyu saw this, a rare look of disbelief flashed across his usually expressionless face.

"Giyu Tomioka! You'll remember this!"

Muzan.

"I will get my revenge a thousandfold! You just wait and see!"

Immediately afterwards.

Bang--!

A dull, loud thud.

Muzan's charred and mangled body Muzan exploded in a horrific manner.

He actually blew up his remaining body parts into thousands of pieces of minced meat.

Like petals scattered by a fairy, the shredded flesh, propelled by the force of the explosion, scattered wildly in all directions.

Run!

As long as even a tiny piece of flesh the size of a fingernail manages to escape the inferno, he can lie low in the shadows and rise again.

"Here we go again! Besides self-destructing to escape, do you have any other skills? Have you given up all your dignity?!"

Giyu gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, "Shameless!"

He gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, preparing to unleash a wide-ranging, dense sword aura to intercept as many of the scattered pieces of flesh as possible.

However, just as he was about to swing his knife...

"Ah--!"

A piercing scream came from behind.

It's the sound of the Kie Kamado!!

Giyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Something happened.

He didn't even bother chasing after the Muzan, fleeing minced flesh in mid-air; he abruptly turned his head and looked towards the ruins of the wooden house.

The scene before him made the battle-hardened Water Hashira feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his breath caught in his throat.

Tanjiro, who had been lying weakly and unconscious in Kie's arms, had somehow opened his eyes completely.

However, those once clear, gentle, and always sunny wine-red eyes have completely disappeared.

Instead, there were a pair of bloodshot, beastly vertical pupils filled with a murderous intent.

The scar on his forehead transformed into a strange and evil flame-like pattern, spreading from his temple to his cheek.

It exuded a nauseating Demon Aura.

The high concentration of Demon King's Blood that Muzan had forcibly injected into Tanjiro ultimately eroded Tanjiro's rationality as a human being, given his extremely weakened state.

He became a ghost!!

"Roar--!"

Tanjiro, now completely transformed into a demon, let out a terrifying roar.

He unleashed astonishing strength, flipped over suddenly, and slammed the unsuspecting Kie Kamado hard onto the snow.

"Brother! What are you doing?!"

Nezuko screamed in fright.

"Brother! Let go of Mother!"

Takeo raised a wooden stick from the side, but his hands trembled, and he didn't dare to bring it down.

Tanjiro ignored his younger siblings' cries for help.

He opened his gaping maw full of fangs and bit down mercilessly at Kie's fragile neck.

His mind, dominated by the demonic blood, was left with only one primal thought—to devour the flesh and blood before him.

"No! Tanjiro! I'm your mother! Please wake up!"

Faced with her son's deadly fangs, a mother's instinct made her give up any struggle or resistance.

She did not try to push away her son, who had turned into a monster.

Instead, she reached out her hands, tears streaming down her face, and cupped Tanjiro's hideous face in her hands.

"Tanjiro... don't let the demons defeat you... please..."

The wind and snow seemed to become incredibly biting at that moment, freezing this human tragedy in the darkness.

100 meters away.

Giyu Tomioka clenched his teeth so tightly that blood seeped from his lips.

Damn it!

He glanced at the mangled remains of the sky, now vanished Muzan a trace, and then at the Kamado Family lying on the edge of a pool of blood.

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