Chapter 121 10 Seconds
Aoki stared at the army of demons ahead.
He had considered that Muzan might break the plan and appear early, and that Muzan might bring Kokushibo along.
But he hadn't expected Muzan to arrive at this time with so many people.
This meant their forces were insufficient.
Kanae Kochō said, "Mr. Aoki?"
The others also looked at Aoki, their expressions serious.
Aoki glanced at them, showing no politeness.
"I need you to hold off Muzan and the other demons for 10 seconds. I need to deal with Kokushibo first!"
None of their forces could match Kokushibo.
If he focused on fighting Muzan, Kokushibo would become unstoppable.
Killing Kokushibo first was the most suitable method, and also the method that maximized their benefits.
"10 seconds?"
Everyone looked surprised.
That was one of the Upper Moons; was 10 seconds enough?
"Can you do it?" Aoki didn't explain.
"No problem, leave it to us!" Rengoku Kyojuro declared loudly.
Shinazugawa Sanemi grinned, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Ten seconds is all it takes. If you can't even manage that, you might as well be dead." Himejima
Gyomei said, "Don't worry, Mr. Aoki, we absolutely won't let any other demons disturb you until you've dealt with Kokushibo!"
The other Pillars remained silent, but their eyes were equally resolute.
Ten seconds was all it took; each person only needed to hold out for an average of one second.
No matter how strong Muzan Kibutsuji was, they could at least risk their lives to stop him for one second.
The group didn't exchange any more words; the demon army had arrived.
You filthy rat... I've finally cornered you.
Muzan Kibutsuji was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.
Aoki didn't hide his killing intent either: "Muzan Kibutsuji, I told you, the next time we meet will be your death day! I wanted to let you live a few more days, but I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry, coming here to die on your own!"
Just as Muzan Kibutsuji was about to say something, his gaze fell upon the blue flowers behind him. He froze for a moment, then erupted in ecstasy.
"Blue Spider Lily! It really is the Blue Spider Lily!"
After a thousand years of searching and
yearning, he had finally found it! Muzan Kibutsuji disregarded everything else and charged straight towards the blue spider lily.
At the same time, all the Pillars stepped forward in unison, blocking his path.
"If you want the Blue Spider Lily, you'll have to get past us first!"
"Get out of my way!"
Muzan Kibutsuji's face showed intense impatience. He swung his hands, which transformed into two spiked whips, and long, thin whips extended from behind him.
The whips whistled through the air, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Aoki glanced at Muzan Kibutsuji and then looked away. He left the
rest to the Demon Slayer Corps.
He vanished in a blur, reappearing right in front of Kokushibo.
"So, I'm your first target??"
Kokushibo's eyes narrowed, and his Kyokuseki was suddenly drawn.
A slash filled with tiny crescent blades, like a giant crescent moon, filled the field of vision. Aoki neither dodged nor evaded, clenching his fist, his He coiled his body like a spring, ready to explode, and slamming down heavily.
"Aoki Style, Judgment!"
Boom!
Unparalleled power instantly destroyed everything.
The slash collapsed, the Kyokuseki was severed in the middle, and Kokushibo's left half of his body Erupted into a spray of crimson mist, tumbling away, his pupils trembling violently.
How could this be? How could he be so strong?
"2 seconds!"
Aoki silently chanted, his figure flashing, reappearing above Kokushibo.
The two demons beside him immediately pounced on him.
Just then.
"Breath of Love, First Form, First Love's Trembling!"
"Breath of Insects, Butterfly Dance, Teasing!"
A flash of pink blade, and the demon on the left was instantly decapitated.
Blood blossoms erupted from the demon on the right, the flesh at the wounds turning black and purple, quickly rotting.
"Don't disturb Mr. Aoki!"
Kanroji Mitsuri shouted, holding a peculiar pink soft sword in her hand.
Shinobu Kochō didn't speak, twisting her wrist, and with a soft thud, her long sword pierced the forehead of another demon.
Kokushibo paid no attention to the surrounding situation; the pressure from the Aoki left him no time to be distracted.
"Moon Breathing, Sixth Form, Eternal Night Lonely Moon, Avici!"
Kokushibo had recovered completely. While in the air, he drew his sword and slashed repeatedly, arcs of countless tiny moon blades bursting forth, as if to tear everything in front of him apart.
"Aoki Style, Storm!"
Aoki didn't even look at Kokushibo, closing the distance, his fists, elbows, legs, and knees raining down like a storm.
Thud thud thud!
Countless wounds instantly appeared on Aoki's body, and Kokushibo's body was also blasted open with holes.
However, Aoki's wounds healed instantly, while the holes in Kokushibo's body continued to bleed.
Kokushibo felt the air was extremely heavy, each breath requiring immense effort.
He understood that this was the pressure emanating from the depths of his heart.
Only a few months had passed, but the Aoki's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, becoming unimaginably powerful.
The threat of death was ever-present, impossible to shake off no matter what method was used, just like the sword strike he faced against Yoriichi years ago.
"Six seconds."
Aoki exhaled, traversing space and appearing in front of Kokushibo.
"Fourteenth Form, Ferocious Change, Full Moon!"
Kokushibo whirled around, swinging his sword backward, unleashing a terrifying vortex of slashes, surrounded by countless fragmented moon blades.
But before the vortex of slashes could fall, Aoki's figure vanished again.
"Aoki Style, Feast!"
Bang!
Kokushibo's head exploded, he took a step back, but his stance did not collapse. The transparent world clearly reflected the Aoki's movements, the Kyokuseki calmly slashing down.
A sharp slash tore through the air, leaving a deep gash in the ground, but it didn't touch Aoki at all.
Aoki, with his Transparent World, had anticipated Kokushibo's prediction.
Bang!
The heavy punch landed, Kokushibo staggered, his right shoulder exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, and he was sent flying.
A swordsman, without his weapon, loses most of his strength.
Aoki's figure flashed several times in an instant.
Bang bang bang…
Kokushibo's left shoulder, both legs, and chest exploded almost simultaneously, the surrounding blood mist filling the air, bloody and eerie.
Aoki's figure reappeared, as if he had never moved, while Kokushibo's body was riddled with holes, collapsing with a thud.
"8 seconds," Aoki thought silently.
With "Spatial Travel" no longer having a cooldown, the speed and power of "Feast" increased again.
"However, it's not over yet,"
Aoki looked up.
"Am I going to die?"
The shadow of death spread, transforming into a gigantic hand that gripped his heart. Kokushibo felt a tightness in his chest, and a fierce resentment erupted within him.
Why?
Why are there always such powerful people in the world?
Yoriichi was like that back then, and now the Aoki is the same.
If Yoriichi was blessed by all the gods, then what about the Aoki?
As a demon, how could the Aoki possess power greater than Muzan?
Most importantly, why couldn't he do it?
Abandoning his human identity, becoming a demon, and cultivating for hundreds of years, only to be utterly powerless against his enemy—what was this?
Kokushibo's body suddenly swelled up. In the uninjured areas, flesh rapidly multiplied, attempting to grow arms.
"As expected of Upper Moon One,"
Aoki exclaimed, then without hesitation, crossed space to appear beside Kokushibo, extending his hand.
An invisible vortex appeared.
"No!"
The two arms that sprouted from Kokushibo's chest flailing about, but they still couldn't stop being devoured.
In the blink of an eye, Kokushibo' body completely vanished, and Aoki withdrew his hand.
"Ten seconds, just right."
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