"Why do you keep chasing me?! Is nothing less than my total extinction enough for you?!"
Muzan's body was covered in blood-red veins and coarse hair. Hideous, tooth-filled maws had opened all over his torso and limbs. A dozen blood-red tentacles extended from his back, lashing out violently at the air. He exuded a thick, suffocating aura of killing intent that would have frozen an ordinary person in their tracks.
Facing him was a squad of Exorcists from the Five Principal Clans. They offered no reply to Muzan's roar; they simply unleashed a flurry of enchanted talismans toward him.Muzan was seething with inward resentment. He had only just awakened from a slumber lasting a thousand years. Driven by an unbearable hunger, he had decided to randomly select a "lucky winner" from the night market for a meal. His plan was simple: satisfy his cravings, get a feel for the current era, and then decide whether to go back to sleep or carve out a kingdom for himself in this new world.
To his shock, he hadn't even made it far before he was intercepted by a group of exorcists from Tokyo's Five Principal Clans.
Panicked and without a clear direction, Muzan poured every ounce of his strength into fleeing. Despite the burning hatred in his heart, he didn't have the slightest desire to stay and fight. A dense barrage of talismans flew toward him, but Muzan was incredibly fast; the charms, which would have detonated upon contact with his skin, were all evaded.
He bore several wounds from the initial ambush, but thanks to his perverse regenerative abilities, he had already fully recovered.
"Get lost!"
Blocked from his path, Muzan let out a piercing shriek as dozens of tentacles lashed out simultaneously at the exorcists. He could tell that these humans were fighting with the sole intent of ending his life. If he showed even a hint of weakness, he would be torn apart in a heartbeat.
Leveraging his superior strength and speed, Muzan launched a brutal counterattack. His lunging tentacles coiled around one exorcist before they could even react, the appendages tearing open the man's chest. Blood geysered out like a fountain.
The blood that dripped onto his tentacles was instantly absorbed, causing Muzan's expression to shift into one of sublime ecstasy. He hadn't expected the flesh and blood of these exorcists to be so much sweeter than that of ordinary humans! It even bolstered his strength!
Faced with this overwhelming power gap, the remaining exorcists realized they had bitten off more than they could chew and reflexively retreated several steps.
Muzan, however, had been pushed to the brink. His mind flashed back to the days when he acted like a tyrant in a small Japanese town. But soon after that, beings like "Gods" and "Devils" began popping up one after another. Even among humans, a massive number of individuals had awakened Sacred Gears.
All of this had forced Muzan to live in a state of perpetual terror. To steady his nerves and avoid detection by those powerful entities, Kibutsuji Muzan had dug himself a grave in a desolate wasteland and lain there until now.
How could he have known that so shortly after waking, he would be cornered by exorcists?
"All of you... die!"
Kibutsuji Muzan cursed them venomously. He lunged forward like a cannonball. Although he didn't know magic or sorcery, he possessed Blood Demon Arts, which were essentially the same thing. However, compared to those tricks, his formidable physical body was the true capital that had allowed him to survive until today.
Muzan leaped into the air. The exorcists assumed he was moving in for close-quarters combat, but Muzan's right leg suddenly bulged with muscle and veins. In the next instant, eight bone whips lashed out. The force was so immense that the air itself was torn asunder, creating a deafening sonic boom.
The effect on the ground was even more terrifying; the mere pressure of the wind caused the earth to crack along its path. The exorcists couldn't react in time and were sent flying as if hit by a speeding car. They smashed heavily into trees and the ground, an unknown number of bones shattering in their bodies. Their vision went black, their fates uncertain.
As the price for his attack, several explosive tags were slapped onto Muzan's body, blowing him backward. Although he was engulfed in flames, ordinary fire was nowhere near enough to kill someone with his tenacious vitality. Instead, the fire only made him look more like a nightmare.
"I didn't intend to expose myself! But you forced my hand!"
Furious rage took hold. Muzan intended to devour these exorcists alive, piece by piece. However, just as he was about to consume the nearest young female exorcist, a cold glint bloomed in the air before he could even register it.
Then, his head tumbled to the ground.
His extraordinary vitality kept him alive. Muzan's severed head stared at Rhode in shock, having no idea where this man had come from.
"His strength isn't much, but he really is as hard to kill as always," Rhode muttered to himself.
It was true. While there were countless races in this world far stronger than Muzan, most wouldn't be able to act as if nothing happened after being decapitated.
The head on the ground flared with rage at Rhode's words.
What do you mean 'strength isn't much'?!
He was the progenitor of all demons! Not only did he possess infinite regeneration, but he had the power to level buildings and shatter stone! Had this brat not seen the fate of those pathetic exorcists?
Muzan's headless body lunged at Rhode, dozens of tentacles and bone whips exploding outward like projectiles. His target was Rhode's head. Muzan was a petty creature; he wanted to see if this man could regenerate after having his skull crushed!
In the next second, however, those dozens of tentacles were sliced apart in an instant. A searing pain burned through his nerves. His offensive was dismantled so quickly that it took Muzan a full second to process what had happened.
His face turned deathly pale.
Crap. I've run into a master.
Muzan gritted his teeth. His body suddenly bloated like a balloon before exploding, his humanoid form scattering into a thousand tiny pieces of flesh that flew in every direction. This was his ultimate trick—a deceptive escape method.
On one hand, an ordinary person would assume he had self-destructed in defeat. On the other hand, because of his immense recovery power, Muzan could fully regenerate even from a single scrap of meat. Upon exploding, his body split into exactly 1,800 fragments. This meant that even if an enemy knew they had to be thorough, they would have to destroy him 1,800 times in a fraction of a second.
But there was no "after that."
The moment Muzan self-destructed, Rhode activated Clock Up. In Rhode's vision, Muzan's body hadn't even finished shattering; some pieces were still clinging to the bloody bone.
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