Fresh blood dripped from the ninja blade. The layer of blood on it was not Muzan's, but the blood left behind from killing the Stone Ninja earlier.
"Fenghe, be careful."
From that brief exchange alone, if he had reacted even a fraction slower, his own blood would probably have been on the enemy's ninja blade.
"Sure enough, the broken section of the blade makes a difference."
If it had not broken, the Hatake Sword Technique could have extended fully. Even if the opponent reacted, they would not have been able to evade Muzan's attack. He could not help looking at Kitsuchi, who was fighting above. This guy's skin is really tough.
Facing four Cloud Ninja Jōnin, Muzan showed no trace of panic. He wanted to practice his taijutsu, because every exchange with veteran powerhouses like Dong Sǐrén and Kitsuchi offered impeccable experience in taijutsu.
Muzan was not afraid of their taijutsu, but getting hit would still hurt.
The Hidden Cloud Village excelled in Ninja Body Technique, and since it was night, they made perfect living punching bags for Muzan.
Though they could touch Muzan, at every critical moment, he was able to evade their attacks with his neural reflexes.
For a while, the group felt as though they were being toyed with and could not help growing angry.
No matter how they attacked, they could never hit Muzan's body. They also understood that he was using them as sparring partners.
Each perfectly timed dodge would have astonished anyone who saw it, amazed by his courage in dancing upon the tips of their blades.
Crack!
Using the back of his blade to strike, Muzan's terrifying strength shattered the bones in his opponent's arm and disrupted their encirclement. Before the opponent could make another move, Muzan followed up with an upward flying