Scorching Heaven: Flash / Lingering Trouble

It can both block his view and block his attacks, buying time to escape.

But the Scribe's attack was not so easy to dodge. The sharp Flame Slash and evaporated the snow, and continued to fly forward with undiminished power.

Unable to find such a method, Muzan could only sacrifice a portion of his limbs to block the attack.

Even if it means losing a lot of flesh and blood, I cannot slow down my speed.

The Scribe, on the other hand, ran forward desperately, trying to close the distance between them.

Both the human and the ghost knew very well that distance was the key factor in this kind of battle.

Once the Scribe gets close, the distance between them will shrink to the attack range of the Thirteenth Form of Sun Breathing, and Muzan will be cut into pieces within a single breath.

Once the distance increases, the Scribe, who lacks ranged attack methods, will face being worn down.

Although he couldn't inflict any effective damage on himself, he also lost the possibility of killing Muzan.

"Muzan run away!"

With a loud roar, Scribe stomped heavily on the snow, and his body flew out like a cannonball.

"What a joke! You think I'll just stay put and not run? Do you expect me to just wait to die?"

The tentacles on his arms pierced into the ground alternately, "throwing" Muzan's body forward like a swing.

And so, the Scribe and Muzan, one chasing and the other running, had already reached the foot of the mountain.

Chapter 209 Scorching Heaven Flash

Despite Muzan 'Muzan escape, the distance between them did not decrease significantly.

Seeing the figure fleeing in a disheveled state ahead, Scribe then roared forward.

"The Progenitor of Demons is actually in such a sorry state? Aren't you afraid of being seen like this by your subordinates and becoming a laughingstock?!"

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is not necessarily your friend; they could very well be your enemy.

Despite being enemies, the Scribe had a considerable understanding of Muzan.

Muzan, who was born into a noble family during the human era, not only valued "class consciousness" immensely, but also placed great importance on the so-called "noble face".

In the eyes of nobles, sometimes it is better to suffer a loss than to lose face.

Even after becoming the Progenitor of Demons, Muzan still demanded this of himself in most situations.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be dressed in such high-end clothes and so exquisitely, presenting himself in such a way.

The Scribe, on the other hand, had no such "concerns" and used all sorts of tricks, such as mockery and provocation.

Even if it only slows him down by half a second, it would be enough for me to shorten the distance considerably.

However, Muzan far exceeded his expectations.

When the Scribe asks, "Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by your subordinates?" Muzan replies, "Whoever laughs at me, I'll kill them."

When the Scribe said, "You really are a shameless guy," Muzan replied that he had no such needs and didn't care whether he had them or not.

If a demon saw Muzan like this, it would probably be so shocked that its jaw would drop and its eyes would pop out.

The powerful, mysterious, and fearsome Muzan in their hearts was being chased by the Scribe while he spewed profanities at them.

But as time went on, Muzan gradually ran out of things to say.

In the end, it's nothing more than repeating the same few sentences.

For someone of noble birth to know so much is quite remarkable.

The Scribe did not have this problem; he spoke one sentence after another without repeating himself.

Hearing the words coming from the Scribe behind him, Muzan's face immediately turned red.

He forced himself to suppress his anger, constantly reminding himself to stay calm and not act impulsively.

Losing face is a minor matter if you act impulsively; losing your life would be a much bigger loss.

"Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil..."

Muzan gritted his teeth and shut down his hearing, repeating the phrase he had learned from humans over and over in his mind.

If I can't hear it, I won't be bothered.

You can curse, you can mock, do whatever you want, I can't hear you anyway.

In this world, the only person who would push themselves to this extent is probably the Scribe.

If it were an ordinary human, let alone being scolded for so long, even just being given a cold shoulder would have made Muzan send him straight to the afterlife.

In terms of "bullying the weak and fearing the strong," Koyuki may have inherited this Muzan.

Of course, Muzan himself would never admit it.

He's the boss, so he makes the decisions.

If any ghost dares to disrespect him, he will kill that ghost.

If he can't beat the Scribe, surely he can beat the other ghosts?

After saying a long string of words but Muzan react at all, Scribe knew that he must have turned off his hearing.

He couldn't help but feel contempt for him; the Scribe utterly despised Muzan's actions.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a better solution.

In this chase, the Scribe and Muzan have arrived in the town.

The chase produced a loud noise that immediately woke up the residents of the town.

In the past, the Scribe would have chosen to conceal his identity and try his best not to cause trouble for these ordinary people.

But the situation is different now. If we Muzan this time, who knows when we'll be able to catch up next time.

"Oh my god, what is that thing!"

"Mom, I'm scared!"

"Is that a demon? And what's with that swordsman behind me? Am I dreaming?!"

The awakened residents looked at the Scribe and Muzan and uttered sounds of shock and panic.

As she passed a clothes rack, Scribe casually tore off a black garment and used it to cover her face.

Even if their whereabouts are discovered, their face cannot be seen.

Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble later.

While the Scribe was worried that his whereabouts would be discovered, Muzan was indeed overjoyed.

These aren't just small-town residents; this is all their own food!

He regained his hearing, then slightly changed direction and jumped toward a house.

Reaching out, Muzan grabbed a young man standing by the window, who was looking at him with a surprised expression, and snapped his neck Muzan hesitation.

Upon witnessing Muzan's actions, the Scribe behind him instantly flew into a rage.

"Muzan, let him go!"

In response to the Scribe's roar, Muzan grinned.

"Sizzle."

With a tearing sound, Muzan bit off a large piece of flesh from the young man's corpse, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

With the constant peristalsis of the stomach and intestines, the flesh and blood are quickly digested and absorbed.

With a gleam in his eyes, Muzan swallowed several more mouthfuls of brain, heart, and other parts that were rich in nutrients.

After receiving the nutrients, his speed increased again.

"Haha, go get it if you want it!"

Having eaten all the nutritious parts, Muzan threw away the mangled corpse of the young man.

Looking at the young man's corpse that had been thrown out, Scribe's expression grew even colder.

He knew the young man; he was quite popular in the town.

I heard from others that the young man lost both his parents when he was young and left nothing behind.

Even so, through his own efforts, he managed to save up some money and bought a shop to start a business.

Not long ago, the young man successfully confessed his feelings to his childhood sweetheart and planned to get married at a suitable time.

The Scribe clearly remembers the young man holding his fiancée's hand, his face beaming with happiness.

But now, he is dead.

All that remained on his face was endless fear, astonishment, and disbelief.

Clenching his fists, the Scribe knew that now was not the time to collect his body.

Staring intently at Muzan figure, he followed closely behind.

After killing the young man, Muzan then killed several other people.

Among them were elderly people, children, men, and women.

Muzan didn't care about any of that; in his eyes, humans were just food that he could hunt at will.

Having obtained a large amount of nutrition in a short period of time, he felt somewhat "full" and stopped killing.

Just as he was thinking about what to do next, the temperature behind him suddenly rose, making him feel hot.

Muzan's eyes Muzan instantly as he turned around and saw the Scribe's furious face.

And, a Nichirin Blade wreathed in flames.

"Scorching Heaven Flash!"

Chapter 210 Aftermath

"Thunderclap and Flash"

As the First Form of Thunder Breathing, it is considered the fastest attack among the derivative techniques of the Breathing Technique.

Its principle is to concentrate power in one foot and then unleash it in one breath.

Like thunder tearing through the air, it approaches the opponent at high speed and then Quick Draw Slash rapid attack with a single slash, so fast that even the demon cannot see it, which can sever the demon's head in one strike.

Later, there was an upgraded version called "Thunderclap and Flash * Godspeed," which greatly increased the speed and slashing power on the original basis.

Agatsuma Zenitsu used Thunderclap and Flash (Six Flashes / Eight Flashes) to Demon Slayer many times. Tanjiro in the original work also imitated Thunderclap and Flash and used a similar Round Dance Flash.

What Tanjiro can do, the Scribe can certainly do as well.

Compressing the leg muscles is like compressing a tightly wound spring.

The stronger the suppression, the better the spring's resilience, and the more terrifying the burst speed after the suppression is released.

The Scribe's physical fitness goes without saying, and his control over his muscles is even more astonishing.

He released his suppression when the Nichirin Blade and its scabbard collided with a crisp "ding".

Like the flames ejected when a rocket launches, the Scribe's speed suddenly increased as if he had consumed super fuel.

The friction between the body and the air created flames that covered the body's surface, making it look like a fire deity.

This is the "Scorching Heaven Flash"!

In an instant, the Scribe closed in on Muzan's back and launched an attack.

Quick Draw Slash!

The Nichirin Blade slashed horizontally, aiming for Muzan's neck.

The hairs on his body stood on end, and the sharp blade and the swirling flames gave Muzan two completely different feelings.

The coldness and burning pain of death seemed to whisper in my ear that life was coming to an end.

Faced with such a blow, Muzan knew that if he didn't do something, he would die here.

If he wants to survive, he must find a way to break through the Scribe's attacks.

Trying to tough it out is obviously not an option; doing so would be tantamount to courting death.