The Warrior of Love

How vigorous is Jiang Liu's energy and blood now?

Even with the most conservative estimate, it would exceed many dragon species in mythology.

So how large an area can he cover with a full-strength roar?

This number cannot be calculated, but it definitely includes the scenery as far as the eye can see to the horizon.

Now he was deliberately restraining himself, and just let his voice spread in all directions like thunder. If he wanted to, he could even create an effect similar to a dragon's roar, converting it into real physical destructive force.

When this voice was roared out, the residents in the town were naturally shocked. They were panicked and at a loss for a moment, and the Ghost King hiding in a corner was also stunned.

"How is it possible?! I was exposed?"

In a dim room where no sunlight could reach, Wuzan, who was grinding medicine powder, had a distorted look on his face.

"It's impossible for a human to do this, but the other party is definitely not a ghost... What's going on?"

But after all, he was a thousand-year-old monster, so Wuzan quickly calmed down.

It was daytime now, so it was impossible to meet the enemy head-on. Moreover, the opponent's background was unclear, and Muzan did not want to engage in a battle with him rashly - what if it was a monster like Yoriichi?

"Damn it! What's going on? I just want to live a peaceful life, but you all come to disturb me!"

However, since the other party tried to "alarm the enemy" by shouting, it proved that I was still safe for the time being.

The location of my house is very hidden and cannot be discovered from the outside, so as long as I hide well, I should be able to avoid this battle.

"Ah, it's here. You hid it pretty well."

The sudden voice made Wuzan freeze on the spot.

I didn't notice it. I didn't realize it at all until the other person spoke.

How is this possible? Not only can this room not be seen directly from the outside, but there is only one door for entry and exit. If it was opened, I would never ignore it!

After a long time, despite trying hard to sense, Muzan still could not detect any unusual aura from behind him.

The pale boy, who had finally accepted his fate, slowly turned around and saw the black-haired man who was half-lying comfortably on the sofa, looking at him with playful eyes.

——Distant mountains and rivers.

Although Muzan didn't know this name, he obviously didn't care about it now, because given his situation, he didn't have the luxury to do so.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

The young man panicked, revealing a frightened expression that was totally inconsistent with the title of Ghost King. He subconsciously picked up the knife used to handle medicinal herbs, like an ignorant apprentice whose home was broken into by a stranger.

Should we say that he is indeed a wise old man?

The expression, movements, and tone, there was not a single flaw. Everything was so natural, even the amplitude of the pupil tremor was taken into consideration.

The level of his acting was so superb that he could win a Grand Slam at any major film festival in the future. Even Jiang Liu wanted to applaud him.

but--

"Stop playing such a lame trick, Master Muzan Kibutsuji."

Jiang Liu curled his lips: "Since I came here specifically, do you think it is possible for me to let you go easily or be fooled by your acting skills?"

"Uh..." Muzan fell silent. He squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Liu with his youthful appearance. It took him a long time before he spoke slowly.

"How did you get in?"

"I walked in." Jiang Liu said calmly.

"This is impossible!"

Muzan rejected this statement without even thinking about it.

"I'm the only one who knows the location of this place, and there's only one door—"

"You didn't pay attention."

Jiang Liu shook his head, seeming a little impatient.

"I wanted to say hello when I came in, but seeing that you looked so deep in thought, I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

Muzan slowly opened his eyes: "You were at that time... But, you were still shouting outside at that time!"

"Don't be so surprised. Is this strange?"

Jiang Liu held up a finger: "The first question is, which is faster, the speed of thinking or the speed of sound?"

"What?" Wuzan didn't react.

"Second question..." Jiang Liu's mouth curled up slightly, "Who is faster, the sound or me?"

Putting aside Wuzan's confused look, the reason why Jiang Liu suddenly appeared here was very simple.

As soon as he started shouting, Jiang Liu released his spiritual perception, and his observation Haki exposed Muzan, the only special life breath in the town, to Jiang Liu's perception at almost the speed of flowing light.

At this moment, the sound waves from his shouting had not yet covered the town - mental power was much faster than sound.

Almost at the same moment Muzan heard the voice, Jiang Liu also found him and took action.

By the time Muzan finished hearing that sentence, Jiang Liu had actually already arrived at his door... It was only a few hundred meters, which was just a blink of an eye for Jiang Liu now. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was faster than sound, it was just a simple description of the facts.

The wind pressure, sonic booms and other things generated during the operation were basically suppressed by the shouting at that time.

When Jiang Liu leisurely opened the door and came in, Wuzan was still there, grinding medicinal materials with tools...

The ninja's stealth skills and the fact that Muzan was in a state of shock at the time made Jiang Liu feel as if he was in an empty space. He even enjoyed a moment of Muzan's facial expressions changing.

——In a sense, this can also be regarded as Jiang Liu’s bad taste.

In a nutshell: the gap between Jiang Liu and Muzan is too big, just like the difference between a penis and an ant, which results in Muzan not only being unable to perceive Jiang Liu's actions, but even unable to understand the cause and effect.

Once upon a time, when he met the Ghost King by chance on the streets of Tokyo Prefecture, Jiang Liu had to suppress his inner impulse and keep his distance from him, but now he can completely play with him at will.

Jiang Liu didn't want to appear like a villain who had succeeded, but he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

This feeling is really... so exciting!

Thinking of this, the smile on Jiang Liu's lips gradually widened, with a hint of ferocity.

"Okay, put aside your doubts and don't even think about running away. If I can catch you once, I can catch you countless times again... Let's discuss life properly, Mr. Muzan."

"Discussing life?"

Clearing away all distracting thoughts in his mind, Wuzan stared coldly at Jiang Liu.

"You went to so much trouble to find me, just for this reason? In the end, what's the point of discussing this with me? My life is nothing more than a constant fight against death. There's nothing to talk about."

"Don't sound so righteous, Muzan Kibutsuji."

Jiang Liu's eyes suddenly widened, and an invisible domineering aura swept across, causing Muzan, who was quietly creating a flesh and blood clone, to become stiff, and even his proud control of his body was forcibly stopped.

"I told you, don't try to escape... let's have fun."

Chapter 203: Come, cut off the karma of this world

In the world view of "Demon Slayer", Muzan is the pinnacle of combat power in a sense.

Although Tsugikoku Yoriichi once defeated him, Tsugikoku himself is different from ordinary humans. He is a natural strongman and cannot be treated with common sense.

But even so, Jikoku still failed to kill him, and after Jikoku died of old age, there has never been another swordsman who has reached the same level.

In this era, although Muzan adheres to the principle of being cautious and will not easily reveal his whereabouts, and even keeps it secret from his subordinates, this is just a kind of "Yuichi PTSD" and he is habitually cowardly.

In fact, he was not afraid of the Demon Slayer Corps, and always felt that the Demon Slayer Corps posed no real threat, so after eliminating all the Sun-Breathing Swordsmen, he never targeted them specifically.

The only ones who can threaten him are Sun Breathing and the Striped Swordsman, and the rest are just chickens and dogs.

——However, this concept has been overturned today.

Although he was wearing the uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps, Muzan could not believe that Jiang Liu was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Are you kidding? If the Demon Slayer Corps had such a powerful monster, there's no way he would be able to get away with it until now, okay?

Muzan even didn't think that Jiang Liu was a human being, because even though Tsugakuni Yoriichi was only good in skills, his physical strength and toughness were far inferior to him as the ancestor demon, but the man in front of him... couldn't judge.

Even with his vision and experience accumulated over thousands of years, it was completely useless and he was not able to find out even a little bit of this person's background.

"Who are you?"

After being shocked by the Conqueror's Haki, Muzan seemed to realize that he could not escape the battle at all, so he forced himself to calm down.

"What's the purpose?"

"I'm just an ordinary swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps."

Jiang Liu smiled and reached out to pull out his weapon from his waist.

Muzan's gaze couldn't help but fall on Jiang Liu's hand, where there was a...monster sword that was completely different from most swords in the world.

The deep black body seemed to be flowing with dazzling red lines like magma. It had neither a hilt nor inscriptions, and there was not even a clear boundary between the handle and the blade. Once it appeared, it exuded a suffocating ominous aura.

For some reason, Muzan felt that the sword seemed to have life. It was definitely not a dead object, but a Shura demon that resided in the sword in some form.

Just staring at the blade, he could not look away as if he was under a spell. The bright red crack continued to expand in his field of vision, as if sucking his soul into that red world. And in the deepest part of that unknown space, a violent vertical pupil suddenly opened——

"Well!"

Feeling a sweet taste in his throat, Muzan gasped and looked away, trying hard to control himself from paying attention to the strange knife.

Jiang Liu was a little surprised: "You can actually see it? I didn't expect this... You are really sinful."

The Undying Slash o the Tears of Worship is, at its core, just a katana that is effective against the immortal, and its own "mystery" is not very strong, at least it cannot be compared with the holy sword and the devil sword in the epic.

But in the hell of endless suffering, this knife and Jiang Liu went through almost the same journey, killing countless evil spirits and monsters and the sins of past karma.

As a result, this sword was sublimated into a demon sword among demon swords. It became even more terrifying after killing the Yamata no Orochi. The sword itself possessed demonic properties and was extremely dangerous to ordinary people. Anyone who came into contact with it would be at risk of suffering mental disorders.

So Jiang Liu used the Immortal Slash very frequently after that and would never give anyone else a chance to come into contact with it.

However, as the saying goes, "the hidden power is not revealed", although this knife is dangerous, if you just look at it with your eyes, it is just a piece of black iron with a strange shape, which is far less attractive than those famous swords with gorgeous appearance.

Generally speaking, there won't be any problem as long as you don't touch it actively...but Muzan saw its "inside".

There are two possibilities. One is that Muzan possesses extraordinary insight. The other is that Muzan himself has accumulated a lot of resentment and anger, which triggered resonance.

As for how Muzan accumulated so many negative emotions... Jiang Liu just thought about it and his face darkened.

"You guy, do you remember how many people you have eaten?"

"This question is meaningless. Every day, everyone consumes the corpses of animals or plants in order to survive. This is the law of nature.

I just want to survive, what's wrong with sacrificing others for my own sake?"

Muzan looked calm, as if what he said was natural.

"Are you trying to say that I'm selfish and cold-blooded? That's ridiculous. Have you never harmed others for your own benefit?

It's the same thing, just to a different degree. I believe that when their lives are threatened, everyone will make the same choice. There are more than one swordsman who chose to accept my blood because of fear of death and became a demon. "

Jiang Liu thought about it. Although it sounded like a quibble, it was undeniable that no one could say that they had never hurt anyone.

Of course, Muzan is a pervert, and these words are just excuses for himself. Even if they seem to make some sense, they are not worth refuting if you look into it more deeply.

However, Jiang Liu was not good at using words to convince others, so he decided -

"I really want to beat you to death first."

Jiang Liu curled his lips and said, "I give up. I don't want to argue with you anymore. It seems that I am not suitable for this kind of orthodox plot. Well, how about this excuse: I am just simply unhappy and want to kill you."

Danger!

Muzan's intuition was giving him a frantic warning, and his heart, which had stopped beating for who knows how long, suddenly contracted nervously.

Can't fight, run away!

Muzan simply did not have the courage to fight this opponent whose strength was completely unknown.

You know, as long as he is not exposed to the sun, he will not die. No matter what the cost, as long as he can escape and hide, he will be able to overcome the difficulties one day.

Didn’t Tsugumi Yuichiro also die from being outdone by him?

Therefore, when Jiang Liu drew his sword, Muzan was already prepared to give up most of his body.

Self-division!

No matter how strong a swordsman is, he cannot kill an opponent who can split himself!

Before the sharp sword pressure arrived, the shadow of death shrouded his heart. As if by instinct, his skin, which felt the approaching sword pressure, began to tear, and the flesh and blood inside also broke into pieces.

In an instant, after splitting countless times, the demon king Muzan, who had the appearance of a young boy, turned into a "black fog" like a swarm of insects and fled in all directions.