Nen users starting from Highschool of the Dead

Chapter 156 Crushing Victory, Trade

"Alright, now bring out your strongest, Zang Botian."

At this moment, the thunder blade that Su Yan had just conjured up might be due to his pent-up anger from being away for too long, or it might be because he had used it too many times.

It began to lose its original ability to unleash lightning attacks, and became just an ordinary metal longsword.

As a result, Su Yan lost interest in him.

He casually tossed it to the ground, the long sword clattering as it fell.

Then Su Yan turned his gaze to the several Half-Heaven Dog clones whose heads he had just smashed.

By this time, their bodies had fully recovered.

The three clones, Kongxi, Aijue, and Kele, slowly moved closer to the location of the accumulated anger.

The four emotional clones looked at Su Yan with a deep sense of apprehension.

Just a moment ago, it was four against one, and we had the advantage.

In the blink of an eye, their weapons were snatched away by the other side, and they were killed by Su Yan.

If it weren't for the fact that they are clones, possessing the unique ability to regenerate infinitely as long as their original body doesn't die, they would be in a different situation.

Those few blows just now, they're dead beyond any doubt now.

Therefore, even without Su Yan's reminder, they knew very well that they were no match for the other side and that they had to send out their strongest member.

They looked at each other and nodded.

In an instant, the world seemed to suddenly darken.

The physical bodies of the three clones, Kong happy, Ai Jue, and Ke Le, instantly disintegrated into clouds of blood mist.

The crimson-black blood mist surged and merged into the body of the enraged man who stood still.

The blood mist and ghost blood boiled violently.

The ground around them cracked deeply, and the trees exploded with a loud bang.

The clone's limbs, weapons, and demon blood were forcibly crushed and reshaped by a powerful will.

Ultimately, all the noise was categorized as an extremely distorted emotion.

Disgusting!

Within the blood mist, a figure exuding overwhelming power slowly took shape.

His body was like that of a young boy, crimson and terrifying, with sharp horns on his forehead, and on the tip of his tongue, just like the previous clones, was the character "憎" (hate) representing his identity.

Five thunder drums, each engraved with the character for "hate," appeared behind him, each hand holding a drumstick resembling a fang.

And he is the strongest clone created by fusing the four clones of Hantengu: joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

It is also Hantengu's greatest asset as Upper Moon Four.

Hateful God!

"snort!"

Zeng Botian glanced at his captured body, then glared at Su Yan with lightning-fast eyes, his voice icy: "Bullying the weak is utterly disgusting and extremely unpleasant!"

"I command you to put down that frail body you are holding."

"Otherwise, I will make you experience the deepest despair, and in that despair, you will truly repent for the mistakes you have made!"

Don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me.

Zang Potian's appearance is quite intimidating.

It looks quite like Enel from One Piece when he first appeared.

If you were to compare him to that scumbag boss Muzan, I'm afraid at least nine out of ten people would think that Zangpo Ten has more of a final boss aura than Muzan.

After all, compared to the scene in the original work where Muzan was so frightened by the protagonist Tanjiro that he fled in panic when they first met, this is quite different.

The sheer power of the aura emanating from the entrance of the Hidden Amber Heavenly Light almost overwhelmed Tanjiro, leaving him breathless.

"uh-huh."

Su Yan remained noncommittal, replying in a flippant tone, "Do you want to judge me? You're welcome to try."

Compared to Zang Botian, he was more concerned about the five thunder god drums behind Zang Botian.

Because they respectively represent an enhanced version of Blood Demon Art inherited from joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and the Blood Demon Art that Zang Botian possesses to control wooden dragons.

By striking the large drum on his back, he can not only control the wooden dragon to attack, but also unleash the blood demon magic abilities from the other clones of the wooden dragon.

Zeng Botian said coldly, "Foolish human, you have successfully angered me. Now, I will bring down your final judgment!"

Having said that, he slammed the drumstick in his hand down hard on the thunder drum behind him.

"Blood Demon Art! The Tree of Incessant Karma!"

Before he finished speaking, without any warning, the ground several feet in radius beneath his feet instantly cracked like paper.

Countless ferocious, blood-red tree trunks burst forth from the earth, their branches twisting and intertwining to form grotesque wooden dragons.

There wasn't much formality involved.

They opened their blood-red maws and lunged at Su Yan.

The scene was quite grand, but Su Yan could clearly see through it; Zeng Potian's Blood Demon Technique was somewhat all show and no substance.

Simply put, it's just an empty shell.

Let alone compare it to Hashirama Senju from Naruto, who could hold down the Nine-Tails with one hand.

Perhaps even less impressive than the dump truck that once transported him to the world of Apocalypse.

In the original work, Zōhakuten was dragged away by Kanroji Mitsuri alone until dawn after she had activated her Demon Slayer Mark during the battle.

All of the wooden dragon attacks launched during the battle were easily neutralized by Kanroji Mitsuri.

Even when Kanroji Mitsuri was about to run out of power, she didn't use any breathing techniques; she just relied on her strength to send the wooden dragon flying with a single slash.

If it weren't for the unique immortality of his clones, which allowed him to wage a war of attrition against her, Zangbo Ten might not have been a match for Kanroji Mitsuri.

Hopefully, after seizing the opponent's ability, a qualitative change will occur under the influence of Nen ability.

Su Yan thought to himself.

Then, he picked up the half-heavenly dog's body with one hand and looked up at the distant Zangbotian.

Now that Zang Potian has emerged, it's time to inflict the deepest despair upon him and begin reaping his Blood Demon Arts.

Su Yan used Entangling Qi to wrap his entire body as he faced the raging wooden dragon before him.

Just like when facing the lightning attack unleashed by accumulated anger at the beginning, he simply stretched out a hand and gently patted it.

With a snap, wood chips flew through the air.

The enormous dragon head, as big as a house, was instantly smashed by Su Yan.

"Wh-what?!"

The drumsticks that Zeng Botian held high froze in mid-air, while the thunder drum behind him emitted a dull, broken sound.

He stared wide-eyed, his pupils contracting as if he were seeing some unbelievable hallucination.

The terrifying pressure emanating from him suddenly froze.

Undeterred, he struck the thunder drum behind him again.

In an instant, even more wooden dragons emerged from the ground and surged madly toward Su Yan.

However, Su Yan's expression remained unchanged.

He took a step forward and slapped the nearby wooden dragon, then took another step and slapped it again in front of him.

Although Su Yan's every step was silent, in Zeng Botian's eyes, each step felt as if it were stepping on his heart.

The drumsticks in Zeng Botian's hands struck the Thunder God's Drum with increasing urgency.

He no longer dwelled on using the wooden dragon to devour the enemy before him.

The pent-up rage of lightning, the wind pressure of cola, the despairing aura of gunfire —

Countless attacks erupted from the wooden dragon's gaping maw.

However, it felt like a light drizzle when it hit Su Yan.

He didn't even raise his hand; as always, he walked step by step toward Zeng Botian.

This was the first time that Zeng Botian had faced such a powerful enemy.

Even someone as powerful as Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, had never given him this feeling.

I'm afraid even Lord Muzan would be —

No, how could I think like that?

Muzan-sama is the strongest.

absolute!

Despite thinking this, when he saw Su Yan approaching, Zeng Botian couldn't help but take a half step back.

At this moment, for the first time, the thought of escaping, which he should have abandoned and which belonged only to his true self, arose in Zengbotian's mind.

However, his true form is still in the other party's hands, so he has no way to escape.

Even if the opponent may not be able to overcome the body's powerful defense right now, they only need to wait until dawn.

The body's defenses are still completely ineffective against sunlight.

close!close!

Zeng Botian saw Su Yan raise her hand as she walked up to him, and he knew very well what was going on.

The next blow is about to land on him.

"Blood Demon Art! Raging Waves!"

Zang Potian opened his mouth, and powerful sound waves emanated from it.

However, Su Yan was faster than him.

The hand gesture changed, the slapping motion turning into a grab, pinching Zeng Potian's face.

It inevitably brings to mind Black Bolt in WandaVision, whose mouth was sealed shut by Scarlet Witch.

But it's going to get even worse.

next second.

Zeng Botian's entire head exploded like a watermelon in an instant.

His body collapsed with a crash.

Even though his head was gone, he was still not dead.

The blood mist on his neck began to entangle and recombine, and soon a new head grew back.

But before he could react...

His head exploded like a watermelon once again.

However, this time it wasn't because of his own Blood Demon Art, but because Su Yan mercilessly stomped on the other person's head after it had recovered.

And so, every time Zeng Botian's head recovered, Su Yan would stomp on it and crush it.

It felt like being trapped in an infinite loop.

However, as time went by, it was unclear whether Zeng Botian's recovery ability weakened or his will to survive weakened.

The recovery speed of Zeng Botian's head began to slow down.

After being crushed by Su Yan one time, it waited for a while and never recovered.

Only then did Su Yan turn his gaze to the half-heavenly dog ​​he had been holding, and asked in a calm tone, "Little mouse, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Half-Heaven Dog trembled in fear. Even his clone, Zang Potian, which represented his strongest state in his youth, had been killed. Where would he get any other tricks up his sleeve?

He wanted to conjure up a final clone representing his hatred, then merge himself into the clone's heart to escape.

However, from the very beginning, he was trapped by those terrible chains.

Even if you wanted to use it, you simply couldn't.

So at this point, he had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"It seems there aren't any left."

Su Yan shook his head and coldly said to the half-heavenly dog, "Then—do you want to live?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Half-Heaven Dog looked at Su Yan with a pleading expression.

In the other person, he seemed to see the figure of the person who had judged him before he was turned into a demon by Muzan.

His Hateful Heavenly Avatar was a figment of his imagination, created by simultaneously fusing his body from his youth with the image of the adult who had once judged him.

Seeing this, Su Yan reached out and wiped the blood off his hands on Hantengu's kimono.

Then, a piece of parchment with the power of equivalent exchange material materialized in his hand and was spread out in front of Half-Heaven Dog.

With a kind smile on his face, he spoke gently to the half-heavenly dog, word by word: "That's good. Come on, look carefully at what's on it, and read it after me—"

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