Giyu Tomioka descended from the sky, his right hand resting on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade at his waist. The pressure from his fall instantly crushed the roof tiles on both sides of the alley!
"I've finally found you, Kibutsuji Muzan!"
In mid-air, Giyu Tomioka looked down with his eyes!
"Zheng--!"
The moment the Nichirin Blade was drawn, the entire blade transformed from deep blue to a dazzling crimson color under the terrifying grip force!
The Red Nichirin Blade was drawn, illuminating the dark alley as if it were daytime!
On the ground, Muzan Kibutsuji's white top hat was instantly blown off by the blast wave!
His pale, handsome face turned from white to green, then to purple, and finally to a deep liver color in a second!
Muzan longer maintain the gentlemanly demeanor he had cultivated all night, and immediately burst into a tirade of profanity:
"Giyu Tomioka!!"
"You persistent, crazy ghost!"
"I've only been gone for less than an hour! How did you manage to find me?!"
Muzan practically going crazy!
He had meticulously mimicked the aura of an ordinary human, and even brought along two unsuspecting human wives and daughters as cover!
No sooner had Tanjiro, that brat, cornered him on the street than this expressionless man, the Demon Slayer Corps' top fighter, was directly airdropped into his face!
Are rockets the mode of transportation for your Demon Slayer Corps?!
Faced with Giyu's Muzan close-range leaping slash, Muzan glanced to his right, attempting to storm into the nearby houses and grab a few humans to use as human shields to force Giyu to stop.
However, in the face of Giyu Tomioka's "Transparent World - Future Sight", all of Muzan's moves had already been completely seen through!
"Laugh!"
As Giyu fell, his wrist slightly shifted, and a blazing crimson blade of energy struck the brick wall to Muzan's right, completely blocking his path to the houses!
There's no way to avoid it!
With his absolute foresight, Future Sight had Muzan choice but to confront the enemy head-on!
"Damn human scum! You really think I'm afraid of you?!"
Cornered and driven into a corner Muzan Kibutsuji unleashed his full ferocity!
The cuffs of his expensive suit instantly ripped apart, and the muscles and bones in his arms proliferated, twisted, and compressed violently in a fraction of a second!
"Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Hardening!!"
With a cracking sound, Muzan's arms instantly swelled and deformed, covered with a layer of dark bone armor, and his arms were crossed and held firmly above his head!
"Total Concentration: Moon Breathing - Eighth Form-- "
In mid-air, Giyu Tomioka gripped the crimson Red Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, and with the terrifying momentum of his descent, the blade drew an exaggerated full-moon arc in the night sky!
"--Moon Moon-Dragon Ringtail!!"
"Boom--!"
In an instant, a silver-red crescent-shaped sword aura, forty meters long, burst forth from the tip of Giyu's blade!
The forty-meter-long sword energy blasted the entire alleyway apart!
The thick, high brick walls on both sides couldn't even withstand half a second of the force, instantly crushed into dust by the domineering sword pressure!
Immediately afterwards, the forty-meter-long giant crescent slid along the ground and crashed head-on into Muzan's crossed and hardened arms!
"Clang--!"
A deafening explosion rang out!
The bluestone ground beneath Muzan's feet instantly collapsed, creating a deep pit!
"Ughhh--!"
Muzan let out a furious roar, and the black bone armor on his arms only lasted for a second before cracking open with countless fissures!
The intense heat from the Red Nichirin Blade seeped wildly into the crack, causing his arms to sizzle and smoke!
The brick flies with great force!
Giyu's strike contained immense power that Muzan simply could not withstand!
"Bang--!"
Muzan was blasted away by the forty-meter-long sword aura, his body transforming into a dazzling silver streak at the tip of the aura. It instantly pierced through the clouds above Asakusa and shot towards the desolate mountains thousands of meters away!
"Giyu Tomioka! You brute force brute! Just you wait, when I land I'll tear you to pieces!"
From afar, the furious roar of the progenitor of demons echoed across the night sky.
At the same time.
On a wooden bridge a few blocks away from the scene of the incident.
A cool night breeze rippled across the river, and many young men and women strolled side by side, enjoying the leisurely atmosphere of the bustling night market.
In a corner by the bridge, Uncle Fengsheng, the owner of an udon noodle stall with a white towel tied around his head, squatted by the roadside, smoking a pipe and sighing as he looked at the large, cracked porcelain bowl in his hand.
"Alas... the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts have lost their former virtues!"
"That red-haired guy with the earring, he looked like a good, honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, how come he ran away without even eating a bite of noodles?"
"Could it be that the broth I simmered for three hours wasn't fragrant enough?"
"How is that possible? I'm the 'Tokyo Udon King'!"
Ultimately, I still couldn't achieve my dream of becoming the "World's Udon King"!
Uncle Fengsheng was exhaling a smoke ring in frustration.
Sudden!
"Wow! Taro-kun! Look at the sky! It's so bright!!"
A girl in a kimono on the bridge suddenly pointed to the night sky above and let out a scream of surprise and delight!
Uncle Fengsheng and a dozen or so passersby around him subconsciously looked up.
Above the pitch-black Asakusa night sky, a silver-white streak, tens of meters long, was slicing diagonally across the heavens at an incredible speed!
At the very tip of the flowing light, a dark figure was faintly visible, gesturing wildly!
"It's a shooting star! A huge, silvery shooting star!!"
A young man, his face flushed with excitement, quickly grabbed his girlfriend's hands, clasped them together, closed his eyes, and loudly chanted:
"How lucky! A wish made upon a shooting star will definitely come true!"
"Lord Meteor! Your faithful follower Mizuno Taro, humbly beseeches you to bless my fabric business with great fortune this year! And to bless my marriage to Ami and the birth of three healthy, chubby sons!"
"Oh, and by the way, please also pray that all the evil spirits and monsters that harm people in this world die on the spot! Even if some monsters do come out to do evil, I beg all the gods to send down heavenly punishment, so that they get struck by lightning or chopped down by a giant sword as soon as they step out the door!!"
Uncle Fengsheng, standing to the side, squinted at the silver streak of light flying towards the outskirts of the city, nearly dropping his pipe.
He scratched the back of his head, muttering to himself with a suspicious look on his face:
"How strange... these days, shooting stars look like scythes used for harvesting wheat?"
"And what's that? I vaguely heard a man yelling and cursing from inside that shooting star. And it was really filthy..."
"Alright, alright, since everyone's making wishes, then this old man will make one too!"
Uncle Fengsheng quickly clasped his hands together and earnestly prayed towards the sky:
"By the shooting star above, I don't ask for much, just that the red-haired young man who just cracked my porcelain bowl stays safe and sound. And remember to hurry back to my noodle stall after you're done with your business, and finish that bowl of udon noodles you didn't eat!"
"You must preserve my title as the King of Udon Noodles, Amitabha..."
If Muzan Kibutsuji could hear the wishes of those commoners below, high in the sky, he would probably be so angry that all five of his brains would have a stroke!
Screw you, shooting star!
I am Muzan Kibutsuji!
You lowly human ants, how dare you treat me like a turtle in a wishing well?!