As he spoke, Xia Feng placed his hand on Rengoku Kyojuro's shoulder wound under Akaza's shocked gaze.
Rengoku tried to turn his head to see what Xia Feng was doing, but the intense pain from the wound made the movement difficult.
From the corner of his eye, he saw white light emerging from Xia Feng's hand.
Under the illumination of that light, the missing flesh on his shoulder began rapidly growing new tissue.
Sprouts of flesh twisted together, forming new muscles and blood vessels.
Then white bone quickly grew as well.
Muscles connected to the bone, and finally the outer layer of skin formed.
In just a little more than ten seconds, the shoulder that had been missing a large chunk of flesh had completely recovered.
Seeing this scene, Akaza was speechless.
As a demon, one of the things he was most proud of was his unreasonable regenerative ability.
No matter how severe the injury, as long as his head remained intact, he could regenerate endlessly.
But now…
This "privilege" had been easily matched by a human.
He stared with wide eyes.
"W-What kind of ability is this?!"
In his hundreds of years of existence, he had never seen anything like it.
If it were a demon, it would make more sense.
After all, Blood Demon Arts were bizarre and varied—who knew what abilities existed?
Xia Feng grinned.
"This is called Healing Milk Technique. Never seen it before, right?"
"Healing Milk Technique?"
Akaza froze.
While he was stunned, Rengoku had already completely recovered.
Without even stopping to thank Xia Feng, Rengoku stepped forward, flames surging around him as he charged Akaza again.
Flame Breathing — First Form: Unknowing Fire!
Akaza clicked his tongue and kicked out a powerful gust, colliding with Rengoku's attack.
Xia Feng stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the battle.
Rengoku was undoubtedly strong.
If Akaza didn't have that terrifying regeneration, he would absolutely lose to Rengoku.
But once regeneration was included…
Rengoku couldn't defeat him.
That was simply the reality.
Akaza might seem unimpressive at first glance.
He didn't have Doma's flashy Blood Demon Arts, nor Kokushibo's overwhelming sword techniques.
But Akaza had Compass Needle.
With Compass Needle, he could predict almost all of his opponent's movements.
Against ordinary attacks, he could easily dodge and counter.
Against powerful techniques, he could simply trade injuries for victory.
Just like earlier—
When facing Rengoku's ultimate technique, he had lost nearly half his body.
But what happened?
He regenerated in a few seconds, while Rengoku was left severely wounded.
Thinking this, Xia Feng raised his hand, preparing to release his puppet threads toward Akaza.
Expecting Rengoku to win alone was unrealistic.
But suddenly—
Akaza froze.
Then his expression turned angry.
He seemed to want to argue with someone—
But in the next moment, cracks appeared across his face, and blood began flowing from them.
Seeing this, Rengoku looked surprised.
Was Upper Rank Three… self-destructing?
Then, under his confused gaze, Akaza suddenly unleashed a powerful gust punch.
Using the moment to force Rengoku back, Akaza dashed into the night and disappeared in an instant.
Rengoku wanted to chase him.
But Akaza was far too fast.
He couldn't even see him anymore—how could he pursue?
He looked at Xia Feng.
"Mr. Xia Feng… what just happened?"
"Probably Muzan calling him back."
Xia Feng replied casually as he walked toward Tanjiro.
Tanjiro stood beside the train engine, panting heavily.
Lower Rank One had already been killed by him.
Tanjiro's face was covered in black lines.
Earlier, Lower Rank One had hypnotized him several times.
Every time he fell into the dream, he had to kill himself inside the dream to escape.
After repeating that several times, he almost couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.
At one point, he nearly stabbed himself in real life.
Luckily, he reacted in time and avoided dying in the most ridiculous way imaginable.
Xia Feng walked over.
"So, how does it feel to fight Lower Rank One right after finishing Lower Rank Five?"
Tanjiro forced a smile.
"First of all… that definitely wasn't a solo fight."
"And right now… I feel terrible."
Xia Feng chuckled and patted his back.
"Don't worry. Even if you actually cut off your own head, I could still pull you back."
"Of course, that only works if I'm nearby."
"If I'm not around, don't get your hopes up."
Tanjiro laughed awkwardly.
No matter whether Xia Feng was nearby or not—
He definitely didn't want to gamble with his own life like that.
Soon, the Kakushi arrived.
When they saw the battlefield, they were completely stunned.
The entire area was in ruins.
What kind of god-level battle had caused destruction like this?!
Along with the Kakushi came medical staff from the Butterfly Mansion.
When they saw Xia Feng, the nervous medical team immediately looked like they had seen family.
"Lord Xia Feng!"
Several medical staff rushed over.
"Are you alright?!"
Xia Feng laughed helplessly.
"What could possibly happen to me…"
He pointed at the scattered train cars.
"You guys go take care of the passengers."
"The few of us are fine."
They all nodded.
One of them couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected of Hashira-level fighters. Even after such an intense battle, none of you are injured…"
Hearing that, Rengoku opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But his thick skin hadn't reached Xia Feng's level yet.
Meanwhile, the results of the battle were immediately delivered by crows to the headquarters and all the Hashira.
After hearing the news, everyone fell silent.
Sanemi Shinazugawa stared at the crow perched on his window.
"…Two more Twelve Kizuki."
"Is Xia Feng more attractive to demons than my rare blood?"
"No. I need to find a way to follow him."
"As long as I stay near him, I'll definitely encounter more Twelve Kizuki!"
And he wasn't the only one thinking that.
Quite a few people had the exact same idea.
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