After the Nine Hashira positioned in advance encountered their respective opponents one after another.
As the most important "Oyakata-sama" on the demons' side.
Muzan Kibutsuji.
Felt as though he had eaten shit.
Frustrating. How utterly frustrating...
This Matsushita Shousha before him.
Was clearly far inferior to him in both speed and strength.
In the past, he would have slapped a bug like this to death long ago.
Yet today, he simply could not kill him.
Muzan felt that this was his first time encountering such a tough [bug].
Yoriichi did not count.
After all, before that once-strongest swordsman, he admitted that he had been the weaker one.
But what gave this Matsushita Shousha the right?
Muzan had studied medicine over the years, too.
Naturally, he knew that certain parts of the human body became much harder than normal when engorged with blood.
But no matter how hard they became, they should not have reached such an absurd degree.
His toughness even gave Muzan the impression that his body was sturdier than an Upper Rank's.
Mr. Demon King did not know about Xia Xi's skill pool.
Naturally, he could not understand the defenses his opponent had enhanced through the miracle of the heart.
On top of that, Xia Xi's physical stats had not been low to begin with.
In terms of numbers alone, they far surpassed Kokushibo's.
Combined with even more sophisticated techniques for taking hits and dissipating force, akin to four ounces moving a thousand pounds.
They produced what Muzan perceived as both toughness and slipperiness.
In addition, Muzan discovered something else.
His opponent was adapting more and more to his attacks.
Of course, Muzan would never think that the problem lay with himself.
Such as his pitifully simple attack patterns and one-dimensional fighting style.
Given enough time.
Even someone