Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 241 The Final Battle

Night, in the forest

Tanjiro stood in the open space, holding his Nichirin Blade.

Since being revived by Tamayo using a special method, he could clearly feel a strange and powerful force surging within his body.

"Let's try again." Tanjiro took a deep breath and assumed the starting stance.

Tanjiro slammed his right foot into the ground, instantly cracking it. He shot forward like a cannonball, his Nichirin Blade tracing a perfect arc.

"Sun Breathing - Third Form - Blazing Red Mirror!"

The blade tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Flames surged on the blade, transforming into a crimson streak that swept outwards.

Trees within a hundred meters ahead were instantly snapped in half.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst a series of loud explosions, the thick tree trunks fell to the ground one after another.

Tanjiro looked at the destructive power before him, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. This power far surpassed any technique he had ever mastered.

But the power within him was far from reaching its limit.

"Croak!"

A cry pierced the night sky. Tanjiro looked up and saw a raven swooping down from the sky.

"Tanjiro! Tanjiro!" A crow landed on his shoulder. "Muzan and Dio are fighting in the Southern Palace!"

"Is it finally starting?" Tanjiro gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to set off immediately.

"Wait a moment."

Tamayo walked out slowly, holding a small bottle in her hand, which contained a dark purple liquid.

"This is..." Tanjiro looked at the small bottle.

"This is a special toxin I developed using Dio's blood." Tamayo handed the small bottle to Tanjiro. "While it can't completely eliminate his power, it can at least weaken it."

"But..." Tamayo's face showed a worried expression, "For the poison to take effect, Dio must absorb it, and given his vigilance, that won't be easy."

"Understood, thank you." Tanjiro took the small bottle and solemnly placed it in his pocket: "This is enough."

Suddenly, an overwhelming urge surged up his throat, and Tanjiro clutched his neck, digging his fingers deep into his flesh.

"It's starting again?" Tanjiro gritted his teeth.

The primal urge for blood screamed within me, every cell screaming wildly. This feeling had never disappeared since I was transformed.

Upon seeing this, Tamayo immediately took out a blood packet from her sleeve: "I've prepared some human blood..."

"No need," Tanjiro said, raising his hand in refusal.

Tamayo did not retract her statement: "You were transformed too recently; your body is still adapting. If you don't replenish your blood in time, it might..."

"Precisely because of the short time," Tanjiro shook his head, "if I start drinking human blood now, I'm afraid I won't be able to control this craving anymore."

He gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly in his right hand, the tactile feedback from the hilt bringing him a sense of security: "I am still a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps. This sword is the best proof."

Tamayo stared at Tanjiro for a moment, then finally put her pouch away.

"Since you've made your decision, I won't say anything more. But remember one thing—stay clear-headed during the battle; you're in more danger now than ever."

"Understood." Tanjiro leaped onto the treetop and headed south.

Looking into Tanjiro's bloodshot eyes, Tamayo sighed softly, "Your condition isn't stable enough yet. If only you had a little more time..."

"There's no time left." Tanjiro shook his head. "If either side wins, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop him."

"I must succeed." Tanjiro gripped the hilt of his sword and turned to charge south.

Tanjiro's figure disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, and Tamayo turned to leave.

"Lord Tamayo, where are you going?" Yushiro emerged from the shadows.

"I want to go too."

"No!" Yushiro stepped forward, his voice filled with anxiety. "It's too dangerous there. With Dio and Muzan's strength, they'll be killed as soon as they go!"

"Yushiro," Tamayo interrupted him, "For years, I've been searching for a way to destroy Muzan. Now the opportunity is before me, and I can't let it slip away."

Her tone hardened: "This is not only for myself, but also for all those who died at Muzan's hands."

Yushiro clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

"Then let me go with you."

........................

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

Muzan unleashed all fifteen of his whips simultaneously, sweeping towards Dio like steel whips.

"Mudamudaimudai!"

Dio let out a low growl, and his fists rained down like a storm. Each punch landed precisely on the whip, the immense force sending it flying.

"Too slow, too slow!" Dio laughed wildly, throwing his head back. "In my world, I surpass you in both strength and speed!"

Muzan's face instantly twisted, and his muscles suddenly began to writhe, with strange ripples surging beneath his skin.

"Black Blood Thorn!"

Muzan roared, and his skin suddenly exploded. Countless black thorns rained down on Dio like arrows.

"THE WORLD!"

Dio roared, and time stood still. The black thorns froze in mid-air.

The world's fists rained down like a storm, each punch precisely striking Muzan's vital points.

"Time begins to flow!"

The instant time began to flow again, all the damage erupted simultaneously. Muzan's body was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, instantly shattering into countless fragments.

"Damn it! That skill again." Muzan's voice rang out. "What is it?!"

Flesh and blood writhed in the air, quickly reforming themselves. Muzan thrust his hands forward with a vengeance, unleashing a terrifying shockwave emanating from him.

"boom!"

The shockwave swept past Dio's body in an instant, and he felt his nerves tremble and a sharp pain shot through his brain.

"This is... a neural attack?" A hint of surprise flashed in Dio's eyes.

Muzan seized the opportunity and charged towards Dio like a cannonball. His arm extended through the air, transforming into a sharp blade aimed directly at Dio's chest.

"The blue spider lily is mine!"

The instant time resumed its flow, Muzan's body was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, and he slammed heavily to the ground.

His body was driven into the ground by the enormous impact, creating a huge crater.

Dio took out a wooden box from his pocket, opened it to reveal a crystal-clear blue spider lily.

"Now that you've appeared," Dio's fingers suddenly erupted with intense heat, "this flower has no need to exist anymore."

"You dare!" Muzan's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Before he finished speaking, Dior's fingers instantly generated high temperatures, igniting the blue spider lily.

"No!!!"

Muzan burst out of the pit, letting out a hysterical roar, but it was too late. The blue spider lily quickly turned to ashes under the high temperature and scattered with the wind.

"Do you even know what you've done?!" Muzan's eyes were bloodshot, and his muscles were contorted violently. "That was my only hope! The hope I've been searching for for hundreds of years!"

"Dio! I'll kill you! Tear you to pieces!" Muzan roared, his voice shaking the entire hall. "I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Muzan's body instantly swelled to three times its original size, his original human form was completely distorted, and new eyes grew on his face.

His back exploded, and more whips burst forth from his body, each several times thicker than before. His arms also began to deform, turning into enormous scythe-like claws.

"puff!"

Just then, Muzan's body suddenly spewed out a large amount of blood mist.

Blood mist filled the air, and his six eyes contracted simultaneously—beside Dio, he saw a faint human figure.

Muzan's pupils contracted as he recalled Dio's previous actions: Dio always needed to get close to him before he could attack.

It seems this humanoid figure cannot stray too far from Dio.

"I see." A ruthless glint flashed in Muzan's eyes. "I've found your weakness!"

"Sizzle!"

Countless bone spurs burst forth from his body, flying towards Dio.

"Mudamudaimudai!"

The world's fists rained down like a storm, shattering the incoming bone spikes one by one.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Just then, the ground beneath Dio's feet suddenly collapsed. A thick bone spike burst forth from the earth in an instant, heading straight for Dio's lower body like a cannonball.

"What?!"

Caught off guard, the bone spur pierced Dio's abdomen, pinning him in mid-air. Blood flowed down the spur, pooling on the ground.

"Die!" Muzan manipulated the bone spikes to twist wildly, trying to tear Dio to pieces.

"Vaporization freezing method!"

Dior suddenly emanated a bone-chilling cold, which quickly spread along his bone spurs.

In less than a second, the huge bone spur was completely frozen, and under the corrosive cold, it made a cracking sound as it struggled to withstand the pressure.

"What?!" Before Muzan could react, the bone spikes exploded into countless fragments under the extreme cold.

"THE WORLD!"

In the instant time stood still, Dio had already rushed in front of Muzan. The world's fists rained down like a storm.

"Mu da wood da wood da wood da!"

The instant time resumed its flow, all the damage erupted simultaneously. Muzan's body was shattered into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

But his regenerative ability is equally astonishing; his shattered flesh and blood rapidly reassemble.

Dio reached out, trying to absorb the splattered blood, but Muzan's blood disintegrated the moment it touched him.

"Oh? You can't even absorb blood?" Dio's eyes narrowed slightly. "Then I'll beat you until you can't heal yourself!"

"Die! Die! Die!" Muzan roared hysterically, his bone spurs growing wildly all over his body. "I am a perfect being! How could I possibly lose to you!"

"Bang!"

Countless bone spikes shot out in an instant, raining down on Dio like a storm. The air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Dior just sneered, and the world kept throwing punches.

Time and again, Muzan was shattered and reassembled under the world's barrage of punches. After each reassembly, his movements became even slower.

"Why...why is this happening?" Muzan's voice, initially filled with rage, gradually gave way to panic. "What kind of ability is this?!"

"Bang!"

The world's fist slammed into Muzan's chest again, and his body instantly exploded into countless fragments.

But this time, the fragments did not reassemble as before; instead, they scattered rapidly backward.

"I can't die here!" Muzan's consciousness screamed frantically amidst the fragments, "I haven't achieved perfection yet!"

His consciousness swirled amidst the fragments of flesh and blood as he desperately fled backward. At this moment, Muzan had completely abandoned his previous arrogance, leaving only a burning desire to survive.

"There must be more...there must be more!" Muzan's thoughts raced with madness. "This world is so vast—Asia, Europe, America...there must still be Blue Spider Lilies! As long as I survive, I will find them!"

"Trying to escape?" Dio sneered. "In front of me, Dio, you don't even have the right to run away!"

The world's fists rained down like a storm, countless golden afterimages flashing in the air. Half of the flesh and blood were reduced to dust under this ferocious attack.

But just as Dio was about to continue his pursuit, he suddenly stopped.

"Interesting." Dio's eyes narrowed slightly.

A figure suddenly rushed out of the ruins, blocking the path of Muzan's remaining flesh and blood. The person held a knife in one hand, and the scar on his forehead was particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

"Muzan!"

Tanjiro's eyes turned bloodshot, and he stomped his right foot, shooting out like an arrow.

"Breath of the Sun - Glorious Grace!"

Tanjiro slashed down with his sword, unleashing dozens of flames that precisely struck Muzan's flesh, incinerating it completely.

Muzan's remaining flesh and blood fled wildly into the distance, barely managing to coalesce into a shape in mid-air.

"Ah!" Muzan let out a piercing scream, "Sun Breathing! Damn Sun Breathing! That despicable Yoriichi Tsugikuni!"

The intense burning sensation from the areas struck by the flames nearly drove Muzan mad. The wounds healed slowly and failed to close, as if an inextinguishable flame was burning within his body.

"Interesting." Dio turned to Tanjiro, a hint of amusement flashing in his golden eyes. "You didn't die, and it seems you've gained quite a bit of power."

Tanjiro stared intently at Dio, but his gaze was surprisingly calm, completely devoid of the madness typical of demons after transformation.

"Dio! A creature like you shouldn't exist in this world."

Just as the two were talking, the clear sound of a shamisen suddenly echoed in the air.

"Zheng—"

The ground suddenly twisted, and a pitch-black portal slowly opened beneath Muzan's feet.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Tanjiro stomped his foot, and the ground instantly cracked. He charged towards Muzan like a cannonball, his Nichirin Blade drawing a crimson streak in the air.

Dio moved as well, his figure vanishing from the spot, followed closely by a golden world.

"THE WORLD!"

In the instant time stood still, Dio appeared before Muzan.

A barrage of punches rang out, and Muzan's flesh was once again torn to pieces, not even having time to enter the portal.

"What?!"

Tanjiro's eyes widened. Just a moment ago, Muzan's body suddenly disintegrated, as if struck by an unseen force.

But his movements did not stop at all; with a stomp of his foot, he charged towards Dio.

"Sun Breathing - Eleventh Form - Halo Dragon - Head Dance!"

The blade flashed like a dragon, splitting into countless slashes in the air.

"Interesting!" Dio roared with laughter. "The world!"

The golden Stand clenched its fists, meeting the slash head-on. The shadow of the fist and the light of the sword collided continuously, sparks flying everywhere.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amidst the deafening crashes, Dio remained motionless. He stared at Tanjiro's blood-red eyes, a playful smile on his face.

"Not bad, very good. If it were me before I gained control of the world, I really wouldn't be a match for you."

(End of this chapter)