"Miss Mizuki... is amazing!!"
On the open ground, Tanjirou stared at Mizuki with a shocked expression.
He hadn't reacted at all just now. No, rather, even if he had reacted, he wouldn't have been able to intervene.
He couldn't clearly see the movements of the two.
Rengoku Kyojuro also wore a solemn expression. Unlike Tanjirou, who couldn't see anything clearly, he could barely make out Akaza's figure.
But the most crucial point lies here.
As the saying goes: If you do not cultivate, seeing me is like a frog at the bottom of a well viewing the moon; if you do cultivate, seeing me is like a mayfly viewing the blue sky.
As the common saying goes, it's not scary if you understand nothing, nor is it scary if you understand everything.
The scary thing is if you only understand a little.
Rengoku Kyojuro was having this exact reaction now.
The gap in strength... was too vast.
Before the Hashira Meeting, due to a misunderstanding, he had once teamed up with Shinazugawa to attack Mizuki. At that time, Mizuki certainly felt very strong to him.
But she wasn't overwhelmingly strong; she was the kind of existence he felt confident facing directly in a real fight.
But now it seemed that it would have been far too easy for Miss Mizuki to defeat them back then.
It wasn't just Tanjirou; he, too, was powerless to intervene just now. Mizuki stepped up to Akaza's head, looking down at him.
A cold voice rang out from above: "Do you still remember the director of the Shintō-ryū dojo you ate decades ago?"
Akaza's pupils constricted slightly. He remembered... not the words Mizuki spoke, but... he remembered where he had seen this woman before!!
Upper Rank One—Kokushibou!
What surfaced in Akaza's mind was that monster, dressed in a purple-black kimono, radiating imposing aura, whose stance was flawless, and who, relying solely on swordsmanship, suppressed him completely, leaving him unable to fight back.
Lower Ranks think all Upper Ranks are monsters, but they don't know that the gap between Upper Ranks is just as vast.
Akaza still remembers the moment he was easily defeated by Kokushibou during the Rank Replacement Blood Battle.
"You are still far from enough..."
The cold voice was almost identical.
The voice in his ear seemed to overlap with the voice in his mind... Akaza lifted his eyes in shock, meeting Mizuki's emotionless, condescending crimson double pupils.
Akaza's pupils trembled uncontrollably.
The arrogant posture, looking down as if at an ant, was almost identical.
The woman's figure also overlapped with the figure in his mind.
"Have you forgotten?"
Mizuki lowered her eyelids slightly, sheathed her blade, and turned away without the slightest hesitation.
Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?
Mizuki didn't care whether he remembered or not; she had merely asked due to a sudden thought.
Speaking of which, if that young girl were still alive now, she should be seventy or eighty years old, right?
Mizuki still remembered the promise she made to her—to bring her the good news of slaying Akaza.
She wondered if that girl was still alive?
"Miss Mizuki!"
Just as Mizuki was distracted while walking back, Tanjirou's sudden cry of surprise snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Hmm?"
Mizuki looked up and saw both Tanjirou and Rengoku Kyojuro running toward her with panicked expressions, drawing their swords.
Before the two could arrive, Mizuki sensed something amiss behind her; a strong gust of wind suddenly struck.
She subconsciously looked back, and her vision suddenly went black.
From the perspective of Tanjirou and Rengoku Kyojuro, the demon, which had already been decapitated by Mizuki, did not immediately decompose and vanish. Instead, its headless body swung a punch toward the distracted Mizuki.
At this moment, even Mizuki couldn't dodge in time.
And so... *Smash*~
Like a watermelon shattering, Mizuki's entire head exploded, splattering crimson blood everywhere.
Seeing this scene, Tanjirou subconsciously forgot Mizuki's identity, his eyes nearly splitting, and he almost collapsed from exhaustion.
Fortunately, Mizuki's regeneration speed was no less than that of an Upper Rank; her head grew back in two breaths.
Mizuki, who hadn't experienced being blown up in years, turned back in surprise. Akaza's body had already picked up his head and was rapidly retreating.
The stronger the demon, the longer it can struggle after being decapitated.
That is why Mizuki had engaged in a conversation with him.
What Mizuki hadn't expected was that he had somehow overcome the weakness of the neck.
For a moment, Mizuki even wondered if she had grabbed the wrong sword.
Could other demons achieve this level besides Muzan?
Mizuki was genuinely surprised.
"She's... a Demon?!"
Akaza, who had just picked up his own head and was rapidly retreating, was utterly shocked.
Also... that face... it really is Kokushibou's face!
Although Kokushibou's face after Demonization has six eyes, anyone who has seen it would understand that this woman closely resembles Kokushibou.
"Miss Mizuki! Are you alright?!" The incident was so sudden that Tanjirou was sweating profusely in his anxiety.
Mizuki stretched her neck: "I'm fine."
Rengoku Kyojuro looked gravely at Akaza: "He won't die even when decapitated. Has this guy also overcome..."
Mizuki interrupted: "No, he should have only overcome the weakness of the neck."
If it were sunlight, then Muzan would only need to eat Akaza to become a perfect QQ Life Form.
At the same time, Akaza, with a ferocious expression, was placing his head back onto his neck, attempting to complete regeneration.
What a joke!
How could he die here!
He still needed to become stronger, to become the strongest... Only then could he protect... several unfamiliar figures inexplicably flashed through his mind.
Who?
Was someone in his memories?
The flesh on his neck rapidly wriggled, and Akaza's survival instinct allowed him to overcome the demon's weakness to decapitation by a Nichirin Blade.
His head was reconnected.
However, before he could celebrate, the hairs on his skin suddenly stood on end.
He looked up, and the blade held by Mizuki was already inches away.
Akaza desperately dodged. The pressure the woman in front of him exerted grew stronger and stronger, yet her aura remained completely still, rendering the Compass Needle entirely useless.
There's no mistake!
This is the Supreme Territory!
The ultimate skill he hadn't mastered in hundreds of years had appeared on a woman.
Akaza roared: "Who exactly are you?!"
"Why did you betray Lord Muzan?!"
The response he received was a flash of extremely fast sword light.
Decapitation again!
Relying on his combat experience and Mizuki's persistent desire to decapitate him, Akaza used his hands to firmly block the Nichirin Blade just before it reached his neck.
"Ooooh!!!"
The two struggled in a contest of strength, and Akaza let out a furious roar.
Akaza could feel himself evolving; under the immense pressure from this woman, his body was undergoing astonishing changes.
He was gradually adapting to the fight.
He was getting stronger!
However... "Sun Breathing..."
"Flame Breathing..."
Two figures, interwoven left and right, flashed in his golden eyes, bringing two streaks of scorching flame.
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