Whether Chinatsu had been destroyed by Muzan's relentless barrage was another matter, but the buildings in that section of the Infinity Castle had certainly been pulverized, leaving nothing but bare, level ground.
Even with the ultimate "smoke means no damage" flag on her side, Chinatsu was still covered in wounds from Muzan's barrage. Had she been an ordinary person, that round of attacks alone would have settled the fight.
Blood had splashed across Chinatsu's face, but she paid it no mind. She simply raised an arm to wipe away the sticky blood, only to find that her arm was bloody too. Wiping merely spread even more blood across her face.
Chinatsu was speechless at her own blunder. After a brief silence, she gave up on wiping her face and continued staring at Muzan straight ahead.
Though her face was spattered with blood, its color still paled beside her scarlet eyes.
Seeing Chinatsu like this bored Muzan, who had wanted to watch her crumble.
Pain... even Muzan could feel pain. Ordinary attacks simply failed to inflict any meaningful damage on him, so he rarely experienced it.
Looking at the wounds covering Chinatsu, Muzan's lips still curled upward despite himself. Even if she could withstand one round of his attacks, what about the second? The third? His stamina was limitless!
Victory always belonged to the one who held the initiative!
The Bone Whips, tube whips, and barbed whips on Muzan's body were already itching to strike, while Chinatsu silently tightened her grip on her Bright Red Nichirin Sword. After a brief lull, Muzan unleashed his second barrage.
Chinatsu's Bright Red Nichirin Sword repeatedly clashed with Muzan's whips as she blocked, but there were simply too many of them. Two fists could not beat four hands, let alone one sword against a double-digit