Xia Feng stood in the middle of the train and glanced at the two teammates sleeping beside him.
Neither showed any signs of waking up.
After thinking about it, Xia Feng realized he didn't really have a good way to wake them.
In the original story, Nezuko used her Blood Demon Art to wake Tanjiro.
But Nezuko's Blood Demon Art required consuming her own blood, and Xia Feng had no intention of letting her do that.
So he simply left the two of them asleep.
At that moment, the box behind Tanjiro suddenly opened.
Little Nezuko jumped out with a soft hey-yo sound.
Seeing Tanjiro sleeping soundly, she tilted her head in confusion.
She could clearly smell a demon's presence—why wasn't Tanjiro reacting at all?
Then she noticed Xia Feng standing nearby.
Nezuko's face immediately lit up.
She ran over to him, making soft "mmh mmh" sounds.
Xia Feng smiled and gently rubbed her head.
"Nezuko, stay here and watch your brother. I'll deal with the enemy."
Nezuko nodded obediently.
Xia Feng stepped forward, leapt up, and kicked open the train's roof.
With a light flip, he landed on top of the train.
The high-speed locomotive created powerful winds that made his clothes flutter loudly.
Xia Feng smirked as he looked toward the man standing at the front of the train.
Seeing him, the man in the suit forced out a smile uglier than crying.
"Lord Xia Feng… won't you reconsider?"
"An opportunity for eternal life… doesn't come around often."
Xia Feng laughed.
"Immortality? You must be joking."
"If you absorb Muzan's blood and become a demon, your life is completely in his hands."
"One thought from him—and you die."
"Someone whose life and death depend on another's whim talking to me about immortality?"
He then glanced down at the train.
"You're chatting with me to stall for time… so you can merge with the train, right?"
Lower Rank One's pupils shrank.
That was his secret ability.
Aside from Muzan, no one should have known!
How did Xia Feng see through it instantly?
Xia Feng chuckled.
"Normally, I'd happily play along with something interesting like that."
"But there are a lot of passengers on this train."
"I can't let you fool around."
With that, Xia Feng moved.
The next moment—
He was already standing right in front of Lower Rank One.
So fast!!
Lower Rank One never imagined Xia Feng could move at such terrifying speed.
He raised his hand.
On the back of it was a mouth.
The lips moved and spoke:
"Sleep."
From the eye in his hand, waves of hypnotic power burst forth.
Blood Demon Art — Forced Sleep: Whispering Hypnosis!
Invisible waves swept across Xia Feng.
But Xia Feng didn't react at all.
He simply punched.
In Lower Rank One's horrified gaze—
Xia Feng's fist shot forward like a cannonball, slamming into his stomach.
BOOM!!
For a moment, Lower Rank One thought he had been struck by a massive hammer.
Even a demon's powerful body couldn't withstand such terrifying force.
Intense pain shot straight into his brain, blurring his thoughts.
His abdomen collapsed inward in a spiraling dent, as if struck by a spinning artillery shell.
"Ugh… AHH!!"
Lower Rank One spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.
His body flew backward and slammed into the train's steam chimney, leaving a deep dent in the metal.
Through blurred vision, he stared at Xia Feng.
Isn't he a swordsman…?
Why are his fists this terrifying?!
For a moment, Lower Rank One even suspected this wasn't Xia Feng—
But that Upper Rank demon whose fists were more dangerous than weapons.
Xia Feng looked down at his fist.
The power of that punch exceeded even his expectations.
As expected of a martial art used by church executors.
In some ways, it had already surpassed human limits.
Just then—
A figure rushed over from the rear train cars.
It was Flame Hashira — Kyojuro Rengoku!
Looking at the scene, he said apologetically:
"My apologies! I actually fell asleep… truly shameful!"
Xia Feng glanced at him.
"How did you wake up?"
Rengoku gave a wry smile.
"A demon appeared in the carriage and attempted to attack me. The killing intent woke me up."
"After killing it, I sensed battle here and rushed over."
Xia Feng nodded.
"What about Tanjiro?"
"He's awake."
Rengoku replied.
"I told him to remain where he is and protect the passengers."
Xia Feng was satisfied with that decision.
Rengoku then noticed Lower Rank One in the distance.
Seeing the demon's eyes, he said in surprise:
"So it's Lower Rank One. No wonder such chaos occurred."
Lower Rank One wiped the blood from his mouth.
"As expected of the man who defeated an Upper Rank…"
"You didn't even use a sword, yet you put me in this state."
"Just a punch… yet my internal injuries refuse to heal…"
"What kind of ability is this…?"
Xia Feng smiled faintly.
Of course a demon who relied on illusions wouldn't understand internal force.
Just as he was about to say something—
He suddenly turned toward the distance.
In the dark night sky, something was rapidly approaching!
His Spider-Sense screamed warnings about how dangerous it was.
Seeing Xia Feng's reaction, Rengoku also looked over.
A figure cut through the night and landed heavily on the train!
A demon.
He appeared as a young man with numerous tattoos and pink hair.
In his eyes were the characters:
Upper Rank — Three.
Seeing him, Xia Feng instantly knew his identity.
Akaza.
Rengoku's pupils shrank.
"Upper Rank Three!!"
Akaza grinned at Xia Feng.
"I saw it just now through that demon's eyes."
"That punch of yours… was pretty good."
"Come. Let me see it again!"
Ignoring Rengoku completely, he stomped forward and charged at Xia Feng.
"Destructive Death — Disorder!"
Watching Akaza rush toward him, Xia Feng initially thought about drawing his Nichirin blade.
But after a moment's thought, he withdrew his hand.
Most of his sword techniques weren't ideal against Akaza.
Akaza was like a highly trained assassin, excelling at extreme close combat.
Unless one possessed extremely fast sword techniques, fighting him with a sword would actually be a disadvantage.
Xia Feng clenched his hand into a fist.
He stepped forward with a sliding movement, left hand drawn to his waist.
His right arm stayed close to his body.
His forearm extended forward at a sharp angle—
And he launched a cannon punch.
BOOM!!!
The moment their fists collided—
A violent shockwave exploded outward.
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