By this point, Muzan was starting to feel numb.
He did not know whether his opponent was getting more comfortable beating him up, or whether his own physique had deteriorated considerably again.
Not long ago, he had still barely been able to fight back.
Now, it had become a one-sided beatdown.
Only his nearly perfect body, with its exaggerated regenerative ability and potential far beyond those of any other living creature, kept him going.
Even when he was knocked down again and again.
He could still stubbornly get back to his feet.
It was just...
Being beaten nonstop made Muzan feel as if his blood pressure was about to go off the charts.
"Don't get too cocky! Matsushita!"
Still embedded in the rock, Muzan struggled to get up.
At the same time, he roared furiously at Matsushita.
"You're only enjoying a moment of glory, but how long can that human body of yours last? Thirty years? Fifty?"
"Even if you're as strong as Yoriichi, in a few hundred years, you'll be nothing but a handful of dust!"
He had barely finished speaking.
Xia Xi's crimson fists sent flesh and blood flying from the Demon King's face.
His opponent was so utterly incapable of fighting back.
Xia Xi even found a moment to spare, continuing to suppress Muzan with one hand while fixing his hair with the other.
The main reason was that his crimson fists, wreathed in [Willpower] and [power of the heart].
Were simply extraordinarily effective against demons.
Every punch dealt critical hits and true damage, while also inflicting [Burning] and [Healing Reduction].
It was only because Muzan's vitality was so absurd.
Even under Xia Xi's current cheat-like suppression, the time it took him to regrow an arm or a head could still be measured in milliseconds.
Had it