Zongman: The post-2D era

Muzan's voice was low and hoarse, with unquestionable majesty. He stretched out his body and pounced on Feng Feng like a ghost, so fast that only a shadow was left.

"Go die, I don't have to remember your name, food boy."

Chapter 752: Subjugating Wuzan

Saturday, July 20

Feng Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, but he did not retreat. The power in his body was stimulated, and he quickly dodged the attack by moving sideways. At the same time, he clenched his hands into fists, gathering all his strength and preparing to counterattack.

However, Muzan's attacks followed him like a shadow, and every swing of his claws was as sharp as tearing the air, cutting the surrounding space into pieces.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Muzan's eyes. He was no longer in a hurry to win. Instead, he took Feng Feng's powerful punch with his chest in an almost crazy manner.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the roar sounded slowly, causing dust to rise all around.

Muzan's body shook slightly, but he did not take a step back. The place on his chest where he was hit actually showed strange lines, as if it had absorbed the power of the attack.

Then, its blood-stained claws, like the god of death's scythe, with an ominous red tint, cut through the air and passed across Feng Feng's cheek at lightning speed.

Blood flowers bloomed instantly, looking particularly weird under the moonlight, leaving a long blood mark on Feng Feng's face, but his eyes became more determined, without any retreat, instead, the pain stimulated a more intense fighting spirit.

Muzan's figure flashed, like a ghost in the night, and he retreated silently behind an ancient locust tree. Among the swaying branches and leaves, his eyes were like torches, penetrating the darkness and scanning the surrounding unfathomable mountains and forests.

The mottled moonlight shone on his face which was covered with blood and sweat, making him look even more hideous and resolute.

"From the dimming lights of Edo to the loneliness and coldness of this desolate mountain, what exactly do you want to do? Kill demons?"

The voice was low and powerful, echoing in the silent night, as if even the wind in the mountains and forests was trembling with it.

All around, the howling of wild beasts seemed to pause temporarily because of this sudden questioning, leaving only the gurgling of the stream in the distance, interweaving with Wu Yue's roar to form a strange symphony.

Feng Feng's fingers slowly slid across his cheek. The scar was like a hot line of fire. Wuzan's blood was raging in his body, rushing along his blood vessels like lava. Every heartbeat was accompanied by intense burning pain.

His brows were furrowed and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, intertwining with the bloodstains on his cheeks, blurring his vision but clarifying his will.

An indescribable feeling of heaviness gradually spread in his chest, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making every breath he took extremely difficult.

"Didn't I tell you to participate in the school sports meet?"

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to guide and control this power, but the essence and blood seemed to have a life of its own. It roamed freely in his body, corroding every inch of his skin and bringing him unprecedented pain and suffering.

In the night, Feng Feng's figure appeared particularly lonely and tenacious. Under the moonlight, he clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light, and he vowed to fight this eternal darkness to the end.

"Boy, you are still playing tricks when you are about to die?"

Wucan's laughter echoed in the dark forest, with a bit of pride and madness. He flashed and jumped onto a thicker ancient tree.

"Tell me, how come you were able to track me? I changed my clothes six times and went into the Infinite City three times, but I couldn't get rid of you."

Hidden by the branches and leaves, only a pair of eyes flashing with faint green light were revealed. Like an evil spirit in the abyss, they stared greedily and arrogantly at Feng Feng below.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, sprinkling mottled light on Muzan's twisted face, reflecting the hideous smile at the corner of his mouth.

"If I eat you, I will surely be able to live forever."

He slowly stretched out his blood-stained claws and lightly touched the tree trunk with his fingertips, as if communicating with some power in the darkness. The air around him became heavy and depressing.

"The one hundred and ninetieth time? Humph, I finally made it. Today, you will become the most powerful upper-rank demon under my command, and rule this chaotic world with me!"

Muzan's voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to come from the abyss of hell, carrying an irresistible magic that made the air around him tremble.

"I will use you to kill all the demon slayers and then eat you to become a god."

Feng Feng pressed his chest tightly with one hand, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a violent tremor, as if there were thousands of troops galloping in his body.

His breathing became heavy and rapid, like the roar of a wild animal in the dark night. In his eyes, the originally clear light was gradually replaced by a strange blood-red. It was the blood-red pupil of a ghost, flashing an ominous light under the moonlight.

The fingernails on both hands grew sharper and longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fingertips flashed with cold light, like sharp blades, revealing a heart-pounding murderous intent.

Everything around him seemed to become blurred as his body changed. Only Wuzan's crazy and triumphant laughter could be clearly heard, echoing in the empty forest.

This laughter was like a sharp blade, cutting Feng Feng's nerves, but it also stimulated a certain power deep in his heart.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and the blood color in his eyes became increasingly intense, as if he wanted to swallow up the boundless darkness.

At this moment, the boundary between Feng Feng and darkness becomes blurred. He is neither a human nor a pure ghost, but an existence in between. Carrying an unknown fate, he vows to fight against this unfair world to the end.

"Finally found it, Kikuni Yoriichi's memories, the markings, the breathing of fire."

Feng Feng took a deep breath, slowly put his hands together in front of his chest, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if the whole world stopped with his movement.

Consciousness sank gently into the depths of the heart like flowing water, where Muzan's blood and essence were like a raging torrent, ravaging every inch of space.

Feng Feng's mind locked onto this power like an iron clamp, guiding it to flow slowly along specific veins. Each guidance was accompanied by severe pain, but his will was as firm as a rock.

As his consciousness deepened, Feng Feng felt a warm and pure power surging from the deepest part of his body, forming a sharp contrast with Muzan's blood and essence.

This power was like the rising sun, penetrating the darkness, gradually wrapping, permeating, and refining the violent blood essence. A faint red light began to appear on the surface of his body, interweaving with the moonlight, forming a strange picture.

Under the thin veil of moonlight, Feng Feng's body seemed to have turned into a battlefield, and the inner tranquility was in sharp contrast to the violence outside. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

Only the heartbeat is like a war drum, booming, and every beat is a challenge to the violent blood in the body.

Suddenly, Wucan's laughter stopped, and was replaced by a sharp whistle. A black stone wrapped in a cold aura cut through the night sky and headed straight towards Fengfeng.

At this critical moment, Feng Feng's body reacted instinctively. He did not open his eyes, but seemed to be able to see around him. He turned his body to the side and lightly avoided the fatal blow.

The stone brushed against the corner of his clothes and embedded into the tree trunk, making a dull sound, shaking the surrounding leaves to fall.

Feng Feng, who escaped the disaster, had an imperceptible cold smile on his face. The absolute control over his body was an unexpected surprise he gained in this life-and-death battle.

Feng Feng suddenly jumped up like an arrow and rushed towards where Muzan was. His movements were swift and silent, as if they merged into the night.

On the way, he broke off a thick branch. The branch seemed to be given life in his hand, and the tip was flashing a fiery red light, which was a sign of the breathing of fire.

With a low roar from Feng Feng, the Fire Breathing Technique broke out instantly. The branches turned into a brilliant flame, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. Each strike was precise and swift, as if it were a continuous stream of cuts.

The firelight and moonlight intertwined, tearing the surrounding darkness into pieces. Muzan's figure seemed small and helpless under this violent attack.

Feng Feng stood in mid-air, the branch in his hand that had once been burning hot had now turned into a wisp of smoke, dissipating into the night with the wind, leaving only a faint scent of burnt wood lingering in the air.

He slowly descended, his feet lightly touching the ground without stirring up any dust, as if he was one with the night.

The moonlight poured down, outlining his tall figure. His blood-red eyes looked even deeper in the night, as if they could see into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

He lowered his head, his eyes sharp as torches, as he looked down at Muzan who was trying hard to gather his shattered body together on the ground.

Wuzan's figure appeared distorted and hideous in the moonlight, and every attempt to reorganize himself was accompanied by painful groans and the distortion of the surrounding air.

Feng Feng raised his lips into a cold smile, and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Submission, or death? Your choice will determine your end."

As he spoke, an invisible pressure emanated from his body, causing the air around him to freeze, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

Chapter 753: Muzan's Part-time Job

Sunday, July 21

Feng Feng's figure was like a ghost, moving freely on the college track.

There was a glint of calmness and determination in his eyes, and after dodging several times, he hit Muzan's abdomen with his elbow behind him.

"You're too murderous. This is a school sports meet. How many times do I have to tell you before you understand?"

Muzan twisted in pain on the ground, his violent blood and essence unable to withstand the warm and pure power.

Feeling the invisible pressure emanating from Feng Feng, he knew that his fate was decided when he kneeled down yesterday.

"What work, sports meet? I am Muzan, the King of All Demons!"

Muzan let out a sharp whistle, and a black stone cut through the night sky and shot towards Fengfeng.

"Boy, don't the Chinese say that a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated?"

Feng Feng instinctively turned his body to the side and dodged lightly, with a cold smile on his lips.

"You are a samurai? You are just a jobless kid who has gained power by chance and has been doing evil for thousands of years."

"It is the norm in society that work is not going well and demands are unreasonable. It is better to be more mature."

Muzan struggled to get up from the ground, dust covered the corners of his clothes, his face was distorted in pain, but his eyes were burning with an unquenchable fire.

"I don't know how many "staff members" I've eaten. Are you trying to convert me and make me repent?"

He clenched his teeth and supported himself on the ground with his hands, as if every breath he took was a struggle against the dark power surging in his body.

Sweat mixed with dirt left traces on his resolute face.

"I, Muzan, will never surrender!"

There was both reluctance and determination in the growling voice.

Everything around seemed to be quiet, even the noise of the audience in the distance became blurred.

He stood up shakily and fixed his eyes on Feng Feng again, with a complex emotion mixed with hatred and challenge.

The sunlight poured down like molten gold, coating the runway with a dazzling golden glow.

Feng Feng stood in the light, his body tall and straight, as if he could absorb all the warmth and power of the light.

"Converted?"

He gently raised his hand to block the glaring sunlight, and turned his gaze gently to Muzan beside him, with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, Muzan, it's time for lunch."

Feng Feng's voice was calm and warm, completely different from the coldness just now.

The figure in school uniform walked towards the gym not far away with a relaxed pace, and every step seemed to invite Muzan to let go of his guard and hatred.

Wuzan stood there in a daze, looking at Feng Feng's back getting farther and farther away, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Finally, he slowly stood up. Even though his body was still trembling slightly from the previous confrontation, his indomitable will allowed him to stand up straight.

On the face covered with dust and sweat, a look of determination gradually turned into curiosity and a barely perceptible gratitude.

The man in the dust took a step forward, taking heavy but firm steps to follow Feng Feng's pace. The shadows of the two people gradually overlapped under the lengthening of the sunlight, as if foreshadowing some new beginning.

The steps in front of the gymnasium's iron gate are gently covered by the shade of the trees, providing a cool shelter.

Feng Feng sat on the top step. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet lunch time.

The braised chicken rice in your hand exudes an enticing aroma, and the steam slowly rises, interweaving with the surrounding air to form a warm picture.

Muzan stood aside, looking a little awkward, but the warmth of the takeaway seemed to be quietly melting the ice in his heart.