"Impossible! This is impossible!"
Muzan grabbed a handful of blue spider lilies, threw them away, grabbed another handful, and threw them away again, his face filled with despair.
Wood, wood, and more wood!
It's all made of wood!
This isn't a flower at all, let alone a blue spider lily!
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
Aoki scrutinized Muzan: "From the moment this plan was devised, I was anticipating your expression upon discovering the truth, and now I haven't been disappointed."
Muzan suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"This was all part of your plan?"
Aoki said: "That's right, it's been a deception from beginning to end!"
Muzan's forehead veins throbbed as he stared intently at Aoki: "Then the blue spider lilies?"
"Of course not!" Aoki said.
Boom!
The "blue spider lilies" shattered, and Muzan lunged at Aoki, his eyes bloodshot, his expression ferocious, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.
The rage of being toyed with, the disappointment of learning the truth, and the fear of death erupted all at once, nearly shattering his sanity.
A few can unleash even greater power in extreme emotions.
However, Muzan Kibutsuji was clearly not one of them; his attacks became even more chaotic.
Combat is inherently a task that requires constant composure.
In the transparent world, every movement of Muzan Kibutsuji was exposed. Aoki flashed, appearing before Muzan.
"Aoki Style, Death's Calamity!"
Aoki thrust out a palm, striking Muzan Kibutsuji's chin with a powerful blow. His body arched backward uncontrollably, disrupting his whip attack.
Thud!
Aoki countered with a punch to Muzan Kibutsuji's abdomen, instantly snapping his backward-bent body back to normal.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! The relentless attacks were like endless waves, one after another.
Intense pain tore at his body, and Muzan Kibutsuji gradually regained consciousness.
Boom!
A shockwave erupted.
Aoki's movements faltered.
Muzan Kibutsuji quickly created distance between them.
"That move again!"
Aoki shook the blood off his fist.
This Blood Demon Art was crucial in Muzan Kibutsuji's ability to entangle with him for so long.
Although the damage wasn't great, it provided a brief period of control.
Every time at a critical moment, it brought Muzan Kibutsuji a glimmer of hope.
"However, it seems Muzan Kibutsuji is using the Blood Demon Art much more effort this time. Has his stamina finally run out?"
Aoki turned his head to look.
Muzan Kibutsuji's expression was ferocious, his killing intent palpable.
The news about the Blue Spider Lily was false; this operation had completely failed.
The battle was over; there was no need to continue the risk.
"Damn rat, I'll remember this!"
Muzan Kibutsuji glanced coldly at Aoki, his arm beginning to swell.
Running away directly wouldn't allow him to escape the traitor's pursuit.
That ability to traverse space was indeed troublesome.
His flesh multiplied rapidly, his arm becoming as large as a thigh, and streaks of blood appeared on his skin.
However, the swelling suddenly stopped, shrinking like a deflated balloon, and in the blink of an eye, his arm returned to normal.
"Unable to split? What happened?"
Muzan Kibutsuji's face turned extremely ugly. He quickly realized the reason: "Was it Tamayo's poison?"
Damn it!
An ant he hadn't even considered a threat had caused him so much trouble.
The most damned of all was the traitor.
If it weren't for that rat, he wouldn't be in this predicament.
Pfft!
Just then, a fist pierced through Muzan Kibutsuji's body, emerging from his chest.
Aoki said, "This is the second gift I prepared for you. How is it? Do you like it?"
"Ah!"
Another violent shockwave erupted from Muzan Kibutsuji's body.
Aoki's figure flashed and vanished instantly.
Without hesitation, Muzan Kibutsuji turned and fled frantically.
His splitting ability was stopped, and he lost his most relied-upon escape ability.
The possibility of death increased countless times.
Escape! He
had to find a way to escape!
He absolutely could not die here!
Dignity, the Blue Spider Lily, everything else was thrown to the back of Muzan Kibutsuji's mind.
Now he only had one thought: escape, survive!
"Whether you come or not is up to you, but whether you can leave is up to me!"
A cold smile appeared on Aoki's face, and his figure disappeared.
A sharp, explosive sound rang out. Muzan Kibutsuji had heard this sound countless times today. Without hesitation, he dodged to the side, but still couldn't avoid it. A heavy fist slammed into his shoulder, the force of which was overwhelming.
Thud!
* Muzan Kibutsuji's shoulder and half his chest instantly exploded into a bloody mist, and he staggered.
A gigantic mouth appeared, devouring the flesh around the wound, and his body began to regenerate.
Muzan Kibutsuji's expression suddenly changed: "Why is the regeneration so slow?"
Aoki noticed the same thing: "It seems this battle is over!"
Muzan Kibutsuji's face twisted with intense anger and fear.
"You disgusting rats..."
Thud!
Before he could finish speaking, his head was struck hard, and the left half of his face was ripped off.
"Keep those words to yourself."
Aoki's figure appeared and disappeared.
Aoki Style, Feast!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several shadows flashed by, and bursts of blood erupted from Muzan Kibutsuji's body. His remaining strength, like a river bursting its banks, poured out uncontrollably.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.
Aoki appeared right in front of Muzan, looking down at him.
"Why such a grand gesture? Do you want me to spare you? I'm sorry, even if you kneel until your legs are raw, there's no chance!"
Muzan Kibutsuji gasped for breath, swinging his whip at Aoki.
However, both its speed and power were significantly reduced compared to before.
Aoki swayed, dodging the attack, then suddenly reached out, grabbed several whips, and yanked them hard.
Muzan Kibutsuji flew towards him uncontrollably.
Aoki kicked out.
Thud!
Muzan Kibutsuji flew back again, the whips, along with his skin and bones, torn off, leaving him covered in blood and a gruesome wound on his back.
With a loud thud, Muzan Kibutsuji crashed heavily onto two rocks, his wound facing downwards. The intense pain caused his facial muscles to twitch involuntarily.
Huff... huff...
Muzan Kibutsuji felt weaker than ever before, even recalling his human self, frail and sickly, forced to spend long periods in bed.
He struggled to his feet, his mind focused on only two words: escape!
He already felt the shadow of death looming; staying here meant certain death.
Just then, the light suddenly dimmed, and a shadow spread out.
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