Jet Bullet vs. Hand Demon!

"That mask is the symbol, it's that Fox Mask ~"

"Is it called Warding Mask?"

"Because I was wearing it, all of Urokodaki's disciples were eaten by me~ They were all inside my stomach~ So it's like Urokodaki killed them~"

"Hehehehe."

As Tanjiro listened to the mocking laughter of the Hand Demon, his chest heaving with Wrath, he suddenly let out an extreme roar.

"Ughhhh!!"

The Mumei, witnessing this from the shadows, was speechless. Didn't this kid realize that the other party was deliberately provoking him?

Or perhaps, the Flesh-Haired Boy and the Black-Haired Girl that the Hand Demon mentioned earlier, who left the deepest impression on him, were very important people to him?

"What do we do now?"

Mumei watched as the boy in blue wielded his Nichirin Blade, frantically slicing through the arms that the Hand Demon, seemingly desperately trying to get closer to his opponent, and muttered to himself.

"This."

Koshimizu Fumi thought she was talking to him, which made him somewhat flustered. His survival instinct made him want to leave with Mumei immediately, but his moral burden prevented him from saying anything cold-blooded.

What he didn't know was that Mumei was actually asking Captain Laskey, who was hiding in the shadows.

"You want to save him?"

Soon, a cold voice came through her earpiece. Mumei stared at Tanjiro, who was increasingly at a disadvantage and beginning to struggle to defend himself, and nodded slightly, pursing his somewhat nervous lips.

"I see the image of Ikoma in him."

Ikoma to save people who have nothing to do with him.

If I say no, will you just stand by and walk away?

At the same time.

With a muffled thud, Tanjiro, who was not far away, was punched by the Hand Demon's arm. He cried out in pain and flew out, crashing heavily into a tree trunk.

When he landed heavily, the fox headband he was wearing shattered into pieces, and a bleeding wound appeared on his forehead, staining half of his forehead blood red.

He seemed to have fainted; his eyes were closed and he was not moving at all.

On the other side, the student who was saved by Tanjiro saw this scene but chose not to help, thinking that Hand Demon's attention being on his 'savior' and escape as soon as possible.

"Ugh, that bastard!"

Seeing this, Koshimizu Fumi gritted his teeth in anger. Although he desperately wanted to run away, he suddenly heard the Mumei man say in a deep voice, "No!"

"Ah?"

The former turned his head in confusion, only to see the girl casually snatch the Nichirin Blade from his hand, then transform into a pink afterimage and rush out, leaving only a voice echoing in his ear.

"Lend me your knife, and hide!"

Hehe, hehehe~~

Inside the arena, the Hand Demon walked up to Tanjiro, squinted its pale yellow demonic eyes, and covered its mouth with its two hands covered in red nail polish, looking very excited.

"That Urokodaki is going to die again~"

The thought that it was that bastard who captured him and imprisoned him for nearly fifty years fueled his Wrath, but on the surface he maintained a forced smile.

"What kind of expression will that guy have when he sees that his child can't go back? What kind of expression will he show? Hehehe~~"

"Ah~ I really want to see it, I really want to see it~~"

Laughing, it stretched out one of its many arms and slowly reached for Tanjiro on the ground, eagerly anticipating what this 'little fox' would taste like.

[Pfft--]

A fleeting pink shadow flashed by, and the elongated arm was severed in the blink of an eye. Thick, rotten blood and the severed limb spilled onto the ground, and the Hand Demon was stunned by the sudden pain.

The next moment.

Then, a short-haired girl in a pink miniskirt, who looked incredibly cute, appeared in front of me.

Dark place.

"Nonsense!"

Laskey, perched on a tree, shook his head helplessly.

If it were an adult CP teammate, he would probably be Wrath right now, and might even consider using disobeying orders as an excuse to find an opportunity to kill them.

But his Mumei always made him think of his three-year-old daughter, Kalifa.

"Wow, what a pretty young lady! Are you also a test taker? This looks delicious, hehehehe~"

The Hand Demon didn't care about its severed hand at all; instead, it stretched its enormous, disgusting body and looked at Mumei with delight.

At this moment, Tanjiro, who was awakened from his coma by his deceased sister, saw a petite pink figure Gangyi he opened his eyes.

"Who are you."

"I want to eat both of you!!"

Sudden.

The Hand Demon could no longer restrain itself. The dark yellow arms Coating around its body opened its ghostly hand, painted with red nails, and shot out at lightning speed as if powered by jet propulsion.

The sound of air being pierced was incessant.

"Snort!"

Mumei glared at the monster, snorted coldly through his small nose, and went to meet it without saying a word.

Her figure floated as she moved at high speed, her attacks incredibly swift. The Nichirin Blade in her hand gleamed with a sharp, cold light under the moonlight, while the oncoming demonic hands fell to the ground, spitting out foul blood, as if slicing melons and vegetables.

Although she had not received highly professional Swordsmanship training, she still had basic knife skills. When she swung her knife quickly, it was impossible for anyone other than Swordsmanship to tell what she was doing.

"Amazing!"

Koshimizu Fumi in the forest and Tanjiro behind him were both stunned.

"She dodged it! She dodged it again! What agile movements! She's even faster than that little girl from before!"

The Hand Demon wasn't concerned about the severed arms; after all, if you cut off one, two more will grow back immediately, though it might hurt a little.

What it truly cared about was the ability of the Mumei, like a fluttering pink butterfly, to remain completely unscathed amidst the siege launched by numerous arms from different angles.

Even the hands that tried to reach behind her head were easily dodged by her sidestep!

"Hehehe, you can only chop off my hand or dodge my hand, but you can't defeat me~ You know, until now, no one, human or ghost, has been able to hurt my neck~"

The Hand Demon had great confidence in the two strong arms wrapped around its neck; it was a brilliant idea it had devised over decades.

Even Urokodaki couldn't defeat me now!

Mumei completely ignored its words; she had no habit of wasting words in the middle of a battle. She quickly stepped on its outstretched arm to approach it.

With her Observation Haki, she effortlessly dodged all the demonic hands that attacked from the front, those that circled around to the side or behind, and even the slender demonic hands that grew out of the surface of her arms along the way. Those that she couldn't dodge were simply cut off, displaying an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum.

For some reason, the confident Hand Demon, who had just been so confident, subconsciously contracted his pupils when he looked at the expressionless Mumei.

It actually got nervous!

"How is that possible? How could such a small girl have the strength to cut through my arm and neck?"

Just then, Mumei leaped and somersaulted, dodging the grasping hands of the ghosts, and nimbly jumped onto the back of the Hand Demon, hanging upside down in mid-air.

From this angle, the latter couldn't see what was behind it at all, and with its bulky size, it couldn't turn around in time. It could only control its arms to chase after it from several directions.

But it didn't notice that Mumei had a strangely shaped short gun in his left hand.

[Bang!!]

As she pulled the trigger, a gunshot rang out that echoed throughout the stadium.

The Jet Bullet from another world pierced through the iron-like, resilient ghost arm and its neck in a flash of Huoguang, even exiting from its throat.

"This, how is this possible?"

The Hand Demon, clutching its blood-splattered neck, was stunned, then its eyes revealed intense terror.

[Swish----]

The next second.

As the Nichirin Blade in the Mumei man's right hand transformed into a streak of light and sliced across its completely breached neck, the enormous, terrifying head instantly separated from its body, flying high into the air and meeting the former's eyes for a fleeting second.

Finally, it landed heavily, rolled a few times, and came to a stop in front of Tanjiro, next to the shattered Fox Mask.

At the same time, its body, which was still standing not far away, began to turn into charred ash along with its head.

"Damn it, my body is collapsing, I can't stop it, am I finally going to die?" The Hand Demon stared blankly at the fragments of the mask in front of him.

"My strength may not be able to cut your neck, but Ikoma's Jet Bullet can!" Mumei thought to himself, gazing proudly at the moon overhead.