HCB Chapter 417 You also do sit-ups?
Chapter 417 You also do sit-ups?
Demons can feel pain, but apart from being beheaded by a Nichirin Blade or being struck by sunlight, other pains are greatly diluted. Even losing a hand or foot is nothing to them. While it's not as bad as being bitten by a mosquito, it's not excruciating either.
But injuries that are nothing to a demon are a completely different experience for a human.
Muzan now faces the challenge of using a human body to deal with the injuries left behind by his demonic form.
In particular, it was a body that could no longer be called human.
"what!!!"
Wu Can screamed in agony, his bloodied and mangled hands trembling uncontrollably, his neck craned high, his eyes bulging as if they were about to jump out, as if he was enduring immense pain. His unprecedentedly wretched state was displayed before everyone's eyes.
This is only during the transformation process; the pain caused by the deformed body is unbearable for humans.
If one were to fully recover to a human body, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that one would die from the pain.
Seeing Muzan screaming in agony, the people around them helped each other to their feet.
Blood stagnated on Yuzui Tengen's forehead as he murmured, "Can it succeed?"
No one spoke, but their eyes revealed that they were talking...
Please, just die.
No one pitied Muzan's screams and pain, not even Kanae, who advocated for peaceful coexistence between humans and demons.
The source of all evil, known as 'demons', is Muzan Kibutsuji.
No amount of torture could quell the anger of the people.
These pitiful wails were merely a prelude; even more torture awaited him in hell.
The three doses of the human-transforming drug successfully transformed Muzan's body. Due to exhaustion, Muzan was unable to put up much resistance. Only the slowly writhing wounds on the surface of his body proved that Muzan's body was still instinctively regenerating.
However, as more and more of his body reverted to human form, the rate of regeneration slowed down, eventually even stopping, and Muzan's pain intensified.
The deformed physical changes are like having your internal organs ripped out of your body; the pain returns to reality, making it arguably the most cruel form of torture.
Muzan kicked his legs unconsciously, like a fish jumping on a chopping board. His bloodied and mangled body trembled as if in spasms, and the screams coming from his throat gradually became hoarse.
No...
My body felt like it was being torn apart; the pain surged throughout my entire body.
Muzan clenched his teeth so tightly they grinded together, his nerves tense to cope with the intense pain that assaulted his brain again and again.
He'll die if this continues...
Muzan had a strong premonition that he would die if things continued this way.
He could feel his body changing because of the human-transforming drug, and if it couldn't be broken down immediately, he might really turn back into a human.
But he no longer had the extra energy to break down the human-transforming drug.
……
No, how could he just die like that?
He finally overcame the sunlight, how could he die in a place like this?
Muzan's eyes turned completely blood red; he forced out his strength when he had none.
Those inferior humans can do the impossible with their so-called willpower, so there's no reason why he, being more perfect, can't.
Move your body.
This body shouldn't be just like this.
We just need to squeeze out a little more power.
There's no need to break down the energy from the human-transforming drug; just squeezing out a little more energy to keep him moving is enough!
As long as I can... get this, get this damned woman to...!!!
Muzan's will broke free from the constraints of his body, and his stagnant body came back to life in a moment.
Under Tanjiro's shocked gaze, the bulge on Muzan's back, split open like a scallop or a pair of opening and closing fleshy wings, began to struggle violently.
"Ah!!!" Accompanied by the intense impact of Muzan's will, Muzan ignored the Nichirin Blade that Yuuko had thrust into him. The Nichirin Blade tore through flesh and was flung away, landing at Tanjiro's feet.
As his body gradually returned to human form, the sensation was like a blade slowly cutting into vital parts of his body. It was no longer a matter of pain, but Muzan endured it with sheer willpower.
"You'll come to hell with me too!" Accompanied by Muzan's voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell, the huge fleshy wing enveloped Yuko on Muzan's back, closing up and forming a huge fleshy tumor on the spot, which looked like an unopened flower bud from a distance.
"Miss Yuko!"
"Ikuko...!!!"
Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react or anticipate that Muzan would still have the strength to struggle under these circumstances.
Tanjiro, being the closest, reacted first, rushing towards the tumor with his Nichirin Blade and inserting it into a crevice in the tumor, attempting to open it up.
Tanjiro used all his strength and dared not relax for a moment, but he still couldn't pry open the closed scallop.
How is that possible! It still retains such great power.
Tanjiro pointed at Muzan's head at his feet and demanded, "Muzan! What are you trying to do?!"
"What should I do? Isn't that the obvious thing to do?" Muzan's bloodshot eyes were filled with resentment. "I'm doing you a good deed."
"If all the demons are eliminated, then your Demon Slayer Corps can rest easy, right?"
Upon hearing this, Tanjiro's expression changed slightly.
Is this guy trying to take Miss Yuko down with him?
Is it possible to do that?
Even if they wanted to use the human-transforming drug to turn Ms. Yuko back into a human, it wouldn't be that easy, would it?
Before Tanjiro could think any further, a figure flashed before his eyes, and a slender broken blade pierced through Muzan's head.
Muzan shifted his gaze to the newcomer.
Shinobu Kocho looked at him with a gloomy expression: "Yuko is not like trash like you."
"...Say what you will." Muzan didn't argue with her, but slowly closed his eyes.
The next moment, his head shriveled up, leaving only a wrinkled face connected to his neck.
Where's the head?
……
tick tock...
Thick blood dripped onto Yuko's head, soaking her completely.
"To be honest, I really feel nauseous." Yu Zi frowned as she looked at the bloody, mangled flesh in front of her.
After a series of wriggling movements, Muzan's head appeared on top, as if it had been embedded there.
Veins bulged on Muzan's face, his resentful gaze fixed on Yuuko's face.
"It's that face, it's that damned face!"
It's all because of this face. Everything started with this face. From that monster onwards, he's always been unhappy.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, you woman!"
"You're the one who's stopping me!"
"This is abnormal! None of you people in this country are normal!"
"Why do you have to stop me? Why do you have to pester me?"