Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 217 Demon Slayer Corps vs. Dio, Thunderclap Flash!

"You gentlemen must be hungry, right? This is the most famous fish soup in our town. I simmered it for several hours." She smiled kindly and placed the tray on the table.

"Great!" Zenitsu, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, jumped up with a thud. "I'm starving!"

"Thank you, sir." Tsubaki Kamishiro nodded politely in thanks.

The old woman smiled and distributed the soup bowls to everyone, saying, "Drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." After saying that, she slowly left the room, leaning on her cane.

Tsubaki Kamishiro took out a silver needle and gently tested the soup—a common method used by the Demon Slayer Corps to test for poison. The needle did not change color, so it seemed safe.

Zenitsu couldn't wait to start eating, exclaiming, "Mmm! It smells so good! It tastes really good!" Seeing this, the other team members also picked up their chopsticks.

Kamishiro Tsubaki hesitated for a moment, then took a bite. Indeed, the soup tasted exceptionally good, and the fish was very springy.

Just as the group was enjoying their meal, Zenitsu suddenly clutched his stomach, his face turning pale, and curled up into a ball, crying out, "It hurts... my stomach hurts so much!"

"Zenitsu!" Tsubaki Kamishiro was about to get up when she found that her hands and feet suddenly became incredibly heavy.

Other team members also collapsed to the ground one after another, their faces contorted in pain. Some tried to vomit, but found that their throats felt as if something was blocking them.

"Damn it!" Tsubaki Kamishiro instantly realized, "It's poisonous! Quickly use breathing techniques to expel the toxins!"

He forced himself to stay awake, immediately circulating his entire body's energy. The special technique of water breathing flowed through his body, gradually forcing the toxins towards his throat.

His face turned red, veins bulged, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of filthy soup.

Zenitsu endured the pain, circulated his breathing technique, and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling soup. Although his face was still pale, he had at least escaped a terrible ordeal.

But the other team members were not so lucky; they lay on the ground convulsing in pain, unable to move.

"I'm going to find the antidote!" Kamishiro Tsubaki suddenly flung open the door. The old woman was standing in the dimly lit corridor, her hunched figure appearing particularly eerie in the twilight.

"Who are you?!" Before Kamishiro Tsubaki could finish her sentence, her pupils suddenly contracted.

In the dim light, the old woman's mouth slowly widened, revealing a row of sharp, white teeth. Her wrinkled face suddenly became ferocious, and she no longer looked old at all.

"That's quite surprising," the old woman's voice turned shrill and grating. "She wasn't poisoned to death. It seems that even a Rank A swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps has some skill."

Her smile grew increasingly sinister. "However, your companion isn't so lucky."

Before she could finish speaking, a strange vibration suddenly came from Tsubaki Kamishiro's ear.

He instinctively took a step back, and just then, with a loud "crack," the floor beneath his feet suddenly shattered, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

Countless pale arms stretched out from the cracks, and dozens of humanoid monsters emerged from the cracks in the floor.

"It is your honor to become nourishment for Lord Dior!"

"Are these monsters all demons?!" Kamishiro Tsubaki was shocked, but there was no time to think about it now.

He stomped his right foot on the ground, drew his sword with his left hand, and charged forward.

"Water Breathing, Second Form: Waterwheel!" Ripples of light emanated from the blade, and Tsubaki Kamishiro's body spun, flowing through the air like a stream of water.

A flash of cold light, and the monsters at the forefront were instantly cleaved in two.

"Something's not right." Kamishiro Tsubaki frowned, and the sensation from the knife in his hand made his heart sink.

These monsters are too fragile; they are neither human nor ghost!

Just then, with a loud "boom," the wall was suddenly torn apart.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a dozen figures in police uniforms appeared at the gap, their eyes equally empty and lifeless, holding black rifles in their hands.

Kamishiro Tsubaki's pupils constricted sharply: "A gun?!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted in the room, flames spitting out as bullets rained down, filling the air with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"Watch out!" Tsubaki Kamishiro shouted, pushing off with both feet and leaping into the air. "Water Breathing, Sixth Form: Twisted Whirlpool!"

The blade flashed in the air, transforming into a swirling stream of water. Tsubaki Kamishiro's wrist spun rapidly, the long sword weaving an impenetrable defensive net in front of her.

Most of the bullets were deflected by him, hitting the wall with a crisp sound.

However, the three Class C team members, already poisoned, were too slow to react and had no time to dodge. With several muffled thuds, bullets pierced their bodies.

Blood splattered, and three companions fell into pools of blood, their eyes instantly losing their light.

"Shiraki! Murata! Shinichi!" Tsubaki Kamishiro's eyes were bloodshot, and her knuckles were white from clenching her fists.

But he knew now was not the time to vent.

Zenitsu and the other team members also need protection; we must remain calm!

"Click"

A crisp metallic sound rang out as the police-looking monsters were pulling back the bolts of their guns.

The situation was critical. Tsubaki Kamishiro's gaze sharpened, and she turned to Zenitsu behind her, shouting, "Protect them! These monsters are very fragile!"

Zenitsu, holding the blade, trembled all over: "Tsubaki... Tsubaki-nii-san, I..."

Before Zenitsu could finish speaking, Tsubaki Kamishiro had already lunged forward.

He stomped his left foot heavily on the ground, and shot towards the group of armed police officers like an arrow.

The long sword in his hand was drawn instantly, its blade wreathed in ripples like flowing water.

"Water Breathing, Seventh Form: Water Spray!"

With a swift flick of her wrist, Tsubaki Kamishiro's blade traced countless intersecting arcs in the air. The flashes of light rained down, each one precisely targeting its vital points.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" The crisp cutting sounds rang out one after another, and the heads of several policemen fell off, with blood gushing into the sky like a fountain.

Just then, more pale-faced figures crawled out from the cracks in the broken walls and floor, moving with astonishing speed.

Dense footsteps came from all directions. Tsubaki Kamishiro quickly looked around and found herself surrounded.

Although these monsters moved slowly, their sheer number was overwhelming, even for him.

"We cannot linger in battle!"

Tsubaki Kamishiro took a deep breath, circulating his inner energy to its maximum. He gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and crouched slightly.

"The Breath of Water, Form Five: The Flow of Life!"

Tsubaki Kamishiro's body began to spin, faster and faster, until it quickly turned into a blurry shadow.

The longsword danced in his hand, creating a silvery light that, like a swirling stream of water, completely enveloped the surrounding space.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Wherever the blade flashed, those bizarre humanoid monsters were instantly sliced ​​into pieces.

However, the undead continued to surge in from all around, as if they could never be killed.

"What on earth is this thing? Has the whole town turned into this monster?!"

Tsubaki Kamishiro's hand holding the sword trembled slightly; he had never encountered such a strange being before.

Just then, the moonlight was suddenly blocked, and a shadow fell over everyone's heads.

Kamishiro Tsubaki instinctively looked up and saw a blond man standing on the roof.

"Wryyy," Dio looked down at the battle below, a playful smile playing on his lips, "So this is the Demon Slayer Corps' strength?"

The breathing techniques used by these swordsmen are indeed powerful, and their ability to strengthen the body even surpasses that of the Ripple Breathing Technique.

However, they lack that scorching power like the sun. If it were a Ripple user, they could melt these undead with just a light touch.

Tsubaki looked up and stared directly at Dio, her grip on the knife tightening involuntarily: "You're the culprit behind all of this?"

"That's right, I, Dio, am the new master of this town." The blond man opened his arms: "Welcome to my territory."

His voice carried an indescribable air of authority, as if he were born to be above all living beings.

The sheer force of the attack even made Tsubaki Kamishiro feel a little suffocated, but he maintained his fighting stance, the tip of his blade pointed directly at Dio: "What exactly did you do to the people of this town?"

"What did I do?" Dio chuckled. "I merely gave them the opportunity to achieve immortality. As my servants, to gain power surpassing that of humans is their honor!"

"You madman!" Kamishiro Tsubaki gritted her teeth, her hand gripping the knife trembling slightly with rage.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king!" With that thought in mind, Tsubaki Kamishiro suddenly exerted force with her right foot, and the ground beneath her feet shattered instantly.

His figure shot towards the roof like an arrow released from a bow, the blade aimed directly at Dio's throat.

"Oh?" Dio's smile deepened. "Are you sure you should be chasing after me now? Shouldn't you be looking after your companions first?"

Kamishiro Tsubaki's pupils contracted sharply as she glanced behind her. She saw that Zenitsu and his remaining teammates were surrounded by a large group of monsters.

Worse still, those gun-wielding monsters were raising their rifles, the dark muzzles pointed directly at their vitals.

Tsubaki Kamishiro's expression changed drastically in mid-air. Zenitsu had barely managed to stand up, but in his poisoned state, he was completely unable to dodge such a dense hail of bullets.

But if they give up on pursuing Dior, they will give the mastermind behind the scenes an opportunity.

But Tsubaki Kamishiro only hesitated for a moment.

"Water Breathing, Fourth Form: Flowing Dance!"

Tsubaki Kamishiro twisted her body abruptly in mid-air and charged toward the gun barrel, her long sword instantly transforming into countless crisscrossing streams of water.

"Clang clang clang!" A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out, and the bullets were all deflected.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, he stomped his left foot on the ground, his body moving like lightning, and swept his long sword horizontally.

Wherever the blade passed, the monsters that surrounded them were instantly cut in two, their limbs flying through the air.

"Quick! Get out of here now!" Tsubaki Kamishiro shouted, his forehead already covered in sweat. The exertion from continuously using his breathing techniques had made his breathing rapid. "I'll cover their retreat!"

Before she could finish speaking, a blinding light suddenly shot out from afar. Kamishiro Tsubaki felt a blur before her eyes, and before she could react, a sharp pain shot through her chest.

"Pfft!" A jet of high-pressure liquid pierced his chest like a laser, and blood splattered in the air.

"Brother Tsubaki!" Zenitsu's face turned pale.

A sharp pain shot through her chest. Tsubaki looked down and saw a wound the size of a thumb oozing blood.

"This is my gift to the Demon Slayer Corps," Dio said, jumping down from the rooftop and walking slowly forward.

"The Void Rift Eye is terrifying, specifically designed for you guys who rely on breathing techniques. How about it, can you still breathe?"

Tsubaki Kamishiro gritted her teeth, glancing out of the corner of her eye at her companion lying on the ground.

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Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, he forced himself to circulate the remaining energy within his body.

"Water Breathing, First Form: Water Surface Slash!" Tsubaki Kamishiro gripped the sword with both hands, and ripples of light once again emanated from the blade.

He pushed off with his feet, and his whole body shot towards Dio like an arrow released from a bow, his long sword drawing a sharp arc.

Dio, however, did not dodge and met the blade head-on with his right hand.

With a "thud," the blade pierced his palm. But Dio showed no sign of pain.

Tsubaki Kamishiro felt a chill run down her spine from the knife in her hand.

The white frost spreads rapidly from the point of contact between the blade and the scalp towards the rest of the blade.

"What?!" Kamishiro Tsubaki's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the instant that Tsubaki Kamishiro was stunned, Dio's left hand had already grabbed his neck.

"Let me taste the blood of the Demon Slayer Corps." Dio licked his lips, and the veins on his arm began to throb.

A powerful suction force came from Dio's palm. Tsubaki felt her blood being forcibly drawn out of her body, her vision began to darken, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

"Bang!"

Dio's wounds healed, and he casually tossed Tsubaki Kamishiro aside.

"Such immense vitality!" Dio licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement. "As expected of the Demon Slayer Corps' elite, this blood... tastes so much better than ordinary human blood!"

"But that's not enough!" Dio looked up at the people kneeling in the distance, his gaze finally settling on Zenitsu. "I want to taste your blood too!"

"Brother Tsubaki!" Zenitsu suddenly stood up, wanting to rush towards Tsubaki.

But as soon as he took a step, several undead men pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.

"Ugh! Let me go!" Zenitsu struggled, but his poisoned body was powerless and he was quickly subdued.

Dio slowly walked up to Zenitsu and looked down at the blond boy.

Zenitsu suddenly stopped moving, his eyes closed, and his body went limp.

"Oh? You fainted from fright? How ridiculous."

Dio slowly walked towards Zenitsu, and just as he reached out to grab him, a subtle change caught his attention.

Zenitsu's breathing rhythm suddenly changed; his previously rapid and erratic breathing became surprisingly even.

"Bang!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Dio stomped his foot on the ground, using the momentum to leap backward several meters. Years of combat experience gave him an almost instinctive intuition for danger.

"Kill him!" Dio ordered.

The two corpses immediately pounced on Zenitsu, their pale hands aimed straight for his throat.

At this critical moment, Zenitsu slowly exhaled.

The aura seemed to carry the power of thunder, causing the air to tremble.

"Breathing of Thunder, First Form: Thunderclap Flash!"

Zenitsu's eyes immediately flashed with golden lightning. Enveloped in the lightning, his body broke free from the corpse's restraints like a bolt of lightning.

The blade flashed, faster than lightning!

A thunderous explosion resounded in the air, and a dazzling bolt of lightning shot straight at Dior's face!

The two undead men on either side were still in their grabbing postures when their bodies were neatly cut in two.

"What?!" Dio's pupils shrank sharply. The speed of this slash far exceeded his expectations. Even with his reaction speed, he could only barely dodge it by turning to the side.

"Pfft!"

The blade flashed, blood splattered, and Dio's right side of his body, along with his arm, was cleanly severed, drawing a bloody arc in the air.

"Wryyy!" Dio roared, his body rapidly retreating. At the end of his severed arm, the thick blood vessels writhed like living things, stretching towards the severed limb flying in the air.

The blood vessels intertwined, instantly pulling the severed arm back into place.

"The gaping hole is terrifying!"

Dior's golden pupils suddenly flashed with a blinding light, and a high-pressure liquid shot towards Zenitsu's face like a laser.

Zenitsu's eyes were closed, but his ears caught the subtle fluctuations in the air. He flicked his wrist, and his long sword appeared horizontally in front of him.

With a crisp clang, the high-pressure liquid struck the blade and bounced to the sides.

Just then, Dio pushed off with his feet, and his whole body turned into a blur.

When he reappeared, he had already flashed to Tsubaki Kamishiro's side.

"Don't move!" Dio grabbed Tsubaki Kamishiro by the neck with his left hand, lifted him up, and held him in front of him as a shield.

Chun, having lost too much blood, was now too weak to resist. "Take one more step, and I'll snap his neck!"

At this moment, Shan Yifang suddenly stopped moving, his hand gripping the knife and remaining motionless.

"Give it a try!" Tsubaki Kamishiro gritted her teeth and forced out the two words.

Zenitsu's body jolted, and lightning danced on the blade once more. He suddenly exerted force with both feet, and his entire body shot towards Dio like a golden lightning bolt.

Dio's expression changed, and just then, a piercing scream ripped through the night sky.

Several undead people threw a girl into the air. The child was only seven or eight years old, and her terrified cries echoed throughout the street.

"Hahaha!" Dio laughed wildly. "It seems my servants have begun their work. Tonight, the rest of this town will become food!"

Zenitsu's ears caught the girl's cries, and he suddenly turned around in mid-air.

He tapped the wall with his left foot, sending wood chips flying, and his entire body transformed into a golden lightning bolt, hurtling towards the girl.

Dio seized the opportunity and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, countless pieces of wood exploded in all directions. Using the recoil, he grabbed Tsubaki Kamishiro's body and retreated rapidly.

"The Demon Slayer Corps." Dio's voice echoed in the night wind. "We'll meet again soon. When that happens, I'll show you what true terror is!"

Zenitsu caught the little girl in mid-air, then gently placed her on the ground with his left foot. But in that brief moment, Dio's figure had already disappeared into the night.

Meanwhile, his ears picked up the sounds around him. The town was in chaos, filled with screams and cries for help.

"Sizzle!"

Brilliant lightning flashed continuously through the town. Zenitsu's figure moved through the streets like lightning, slaughtering every living corpse in his path.

Finally, the last living corpse fell, and the town returned to silence.

Zenitsu stood there, his breathing gradually becoming rapid, as the continuous use of Thunder Breathing had taken a heavy toll.

"Haha." Zenitsu swayed a few times, finally unable to hold on any longer, and fell heavily to the ground.

Soon, several dark figures appeared silently on the street. They were dressed in black demon hunter outfits and hakama, and were none other than the Demon Slayer Corps' followers—Kage.

The leader, Yin, strode forward, looked around, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

"What are all these things...?"

The streets were littered with the remains of countless undead, some split in two, others completely charred, and the air still smelled of blood.

"Captain! There's someone here!" came another voice from the hidden member.

"Continue the search!" the leader immediately ordered. "Team one, escort the wounded back to headquarters immediately. Team two, come with me to search for the survivors!"

(End of this chapter)