A Fight to the Death

The dense array of sword lights formed a vast net, obscuring the escape route of the chunk of flesh.

"You only managed to defeat one. Let's see if a hundred sword lights can take you down!"

Seeing the sword light rushing towards him, Muzan immediately scattered the 1800 pieces of flesh that he had transformed into.

They fled in different directions.

However, in the face of the endless sword light, quite a few chunks of flesh were still instantly annihilated.

Even with the Blood Demon Art as a form of resistance, it was nothing more than a desperate last stand.

But in the process, the Scribe discovered something very strange.

A piece of meat in a certain direction would somehow block the view of other pieces of meat.

It's like using yourself as a human shield.

Under such bizarre circumstances, a small portion of the flesh managed to escape.

"Eliminate 1788 pieces, leaving 12 pieces."

"12 yuan?"

The thought of this number unconsciously brought up a piece of information about Muzan in the Scribe's mind.

Five Brains Seven Hearts.

Kibutsuji Muzan used his advanced medical knowledge to create multiple organs within his body.

Normally, it moves constantly within the body, making it extremely difficult to attack.

Now, because the body has been destroyed, this most important part has been lost to the outside world.

"I see.

"I plan to use these twelve pieces as a foundation to reshape my body."

Realizing Muzan's intentions, the Scribe quickly gave chase.

On the other side, the twelve pieces of meat that had escaped were reassembled.

The faces of Muzan and Brain Eater also appeared on the surface.

"That was close, I almost died."

"Muzan, I will not let you die now."

Just now, at the suggestion of the brain-eating creature, Muzan used some of the meat as a catalyst to save these twelve pieces.

This allows them to retain their capabilities to the greatest extent possible.

"What should we do now?"

"Cannibalism."

Brain Food replied.

"There are so many people in this city."

"We are now in a vulnerable phase again."

"Cannibalism is necessary to recover in a short time."

Upon hearing this, Muzan did not hesitate at all.

The piece of meat veered into the alleyway beside it and flew in.

In the middle of the alley, a drunk man was lying down.

He was passed out here after a hangover last night.

The chunk of meat flew into the alley and headed straight for the drunkard.

At the same time, the drunkard slowly opened his eyes.

He supported his body with one arm and covered his forehead with the other.

"Ugh, my head is so heavy."

"I should have known better than to drink so much last night."

"Wait a minute, what's that? Am I still not awake?"

Rubbing his eyes, the drunkard realized he hadn't misread anything.

The confusion in his eyes gradually faded.

A look of terror appeared on his face.

"A flying ball of flesh!"

He took a few steps back and slumped against the wall with a thud.

He wanted to escape, but there was no way out.

He could only pick up a stick from the ground and said threateningly.

"You, you don't come any closer!"

"I have weapons."

The meatball seemed to understand his words and didn't continue moving forward.

Just when the man thought he was safe and sound, a face appeared on the surface.

The left and right sides of the face are completely different.

One side is a handsome man, while the other side is extremely ordinary.

"Eat up quickly."

"Humans are disgusting. Their bodies are full of fat and they have high blood sugar."

"My lord, now is not the time to dwell on these things."

Faced with the urging of the brain food, Muzan knew he couldn't hesitate.

As the ball of flesh flew forward, it crashed into the man.

The man tried his best to knock the lump of flesh away.

But the moment his gaze made contact, it was swatted away by a tentacle that emerged from the mass of flesh.

Then the mass of flesh enveloped the man's head.

"Click, click, click"

The sound of chewing could be heard.

Strands of blood flowed down and dripped onto the ground.

The man's body trembled incessantly and continued to move upwards.

Within seconds, his entire body was swallowed up by the mass of flesh.

"It tastes awful."

"However, I have also recovered a lot of my strength."

Brain Food urged.

"Sir, let's hurry and eat the next person."

"The sooner we regain our strength, the sooner we will be safe."

Upon hearing this, Muzan decided to continue flying forward.

But at that moment, the Scribe appeared from the alley entrance.

Upon seeing the pool of blood on the ground, he immediately understood what had just happened.

His eyes turned cold, and he simultaneously swung his Nichirin Blade.

A sword light flew towards Muzan.

Almost at the same time, the Scribe snapped his fingers.

A tiny, bright red flame, no bigger than a broad bean, flew out.

Using the sword light as a shield, it flew directly towards Muzan.

Faced with the Scribe's attack, Muzan could only dodge.

Relying on the power it had just gained from devouring humans, it extended several tentacles.

With a wave of its tentacles, it overturned the debris on the ground.

With the debris as cover, I barely managed to dodge it.

But after finally dodging it, I felt something hit me.

Looking closer, they saw a bright red flame burning on the surface of the lump of flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the flames had disappeared.

A mark appears where the fire occurred.

It is a bright red heart shape with some flame patterns on the outside.

"What is this thing?!"

Looking at the mark on his body, Muzan a bad feeling.

Although there was some pain, it wasn't enough to cause any harm.

But it was this strange feeling that made him feel even more uneasy.

How could the Scribe's strike be so simple?

There's definitely something fishy going on!

Seeing his attack hit, Scribe smiled coldly.

"Once you fall for this trick, you'll never be able to escape."

"The Heart Fire will guide me to find you, and no matter where you go, you will not escape my grasp."

"Muzan, today is your death day."

Chapter 670 A desperate battle

Upon hearing this, Muzan's expression changed.

With a thought, he tore off the part of flesh that bore the mark.

But right after the flesh and blood were separated, a brand new mark appeared.

What's going on?

Muzan shocked.

Another piece of flesh was separated.

But no matter how he separates, the mark will always be born.

It was like a curse, clinging to his body.

"I told you, you can't escape."

The Scribe took a step forward.

"There are only two ways to quell Heart Fire."

"Kill me."

"Or, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Muzan immediately fled into the distance.

Let him kill the Scribe?

Ridiculous.

If it were truly possible, would the Scribe still be standing here?

Right now, Muzan's only hope is to gamble.