Which bastard was rotten enough to do this?
They actually prepared a special Antidote for that bastard Matsushita?!
No!
What kind of talent had turned up in the Demon Slayer Corps? How could they, without ever obtaining a sample of his body...
Have prepared this special Antidote in advance?
After all, to some extent, he had studied pharmacology quite extensively himself.
That was precisely why he found it so baffling.
Scientifically speaking, there was no such thing as a universal Antidote.
And his poison was different from ordinary neurotoxins and protein toxins.
By rights, the Demon Slayer Corps should not have known the slightest thing about the cellular poison in his body.
How could they possibly have prepared in advance and equipped Matsushita Shousha with an Antidote specifically for his poison?
He could not figure it out.
But Muzan soon shifted his attention from whoever had developed this drug back to Xia Xi.
Because the Demon King was already starting to fall apart inside.
This fucking tanky, tough, shameless bastard of a Nine Hashira...
Even brought fucking special drugs to counter me.
And a whole bunch of gunmen armed with Western firearms were lying in ambush in the distance, taking potshots at him.
It was fair to say that Muzan had never fought such a frustrating battle in his thousand years of life.
Not even when he faced Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
After all, back when he fought Yoriichi Tsugikuni...
He had lost so quickly that, although Muzan had felt lingering fear and resentment... at least it had not been frustrating.
Nothing like this bastard in front of him.
The more Muzan thought about it, the angrier he grew. Had he not considered himself a refined, dignified higher life-form...
He probably would have started cursing Xia Xi out long ago.
And as