Xia Xi could not understand why the Demon King before him suddenly seemed to have been pumped full of nano-hormones.
He had suddenly gained something of a knack for combat.
His technique had not improved in any fundamental way.
But the change in his mindset and resolve had made Muzan's determination to knock Xia Xi down at any cost... considerably more powerful.
In the end, Xia Xi could only treat it as a common game mechanic.
The boss had entered his final form and gone berserk after being critically wounded.
In truth.
At this moment, Muzan had not merely abandoned every escape route.
Instead, he had begun burning through all the strength and life he had left.
For the first time in a thousand years, he attacked Xia Xi with everything he had.
All for...
"Matsushita, do you see... this tremendous vitality of mine?"
"Even if you can become stronger than me through training and exercise."
Muzan had expended an enormous amount of effort.
Only then had he barely managed to breach Xia Xi's defenses a little, as he had before.
But those long whips only cut through his skin and a small amount of muscle fiber, unable to penetrate any deeper.
"But in lifespan, form of life, and special abilities like Blood Demon Arts, you are worlds apart from me."
Yet those long whips that had pierced Xia Xi's defenses.
Were not driven forward by Muzan to try to inflict deeper wounds on his opponent.
Nor did he simply pull them out to launch a second round of attacks.
Now, Muzan's whips were like elongated leeches.
They clamped tightly onto Xia Xi's wounds.
Xia Xi frowned slightly.
Then he fiercely slashed his long blade down at Muzan before him.
That fully focused downward slash actually carved out a silvery-white