No Weakness Except the Sun

Muzan's gaze turned cold as his collapsed chest returned to normal. He reappeared in front of Tang An, and his right leg, with three ferocious mouths, came with a whistling sound.

Tang An's body emitted high-temperature steam, constantly maintaining the thunder breathing with blood dripping from his mouth. He bent to evade the attack, prepared to counter, but Muzan had a follow-up.

Turning around for a second kick, Tang An couldn't withstand the force, flipping twice to avoid it.

"Boom..."

The street cracked, and Muzan, with a violent aura, appeared in front of Tang An. This alarmed Tang An, his expression changing.

No escape.

Quickly reacting, Tang An's hands hardened to protect his abdomen. With a slight friction sound, Tang An spat blood, soaring into the air like a cannonball.

The howling wind echoed as Tang An's hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Swoosh..."

The ground ruptured, and Muzan unexpectedly appeared above Tang An, a storm-pressed foot descending.

Golden lightning fell, shaking the entire dilapidated street. Numerous pieces of debris shot out like bullets, and thick dust obscured all vision. A fierce wind created a web of cracks on the ground.

Mitsuri, evacuating the crowd, turned back with a worried expression.

She needed to quickly bring these people to safety and then help Tang An. Little did she know that from all directions, many Hashiras had received news from Kagaya and were rushing at the fastest speed.

At this moment, Muzan landed on the ground, looking at the gradually dispersing dust with a mocking and cruel expression.

He couldn't remember the last time he had fought like this.

"Cough... cough..."

In the pit on the street, Tang An coughed up blood, his face somewhat pale.

Shaking off the debris from his body, he stood up unsteadily, suppressing the pain, and slowly walked out of the pit, high-temperature steam spreading all over him.

"This is a power and regenerative ability not meant for humans."

Muzan looked at Tang An with some suspicion. Though Tang An's regeneration speed wasn't as terrifying as his own, it was still beyond what a human could possess.

"Enough with the chatter; I haven't had enough fun yet."

With a bloody grin, Tang An beckoned to Muzan.

The war BGM had about a minute left. Only with the amplification from the BGM could Tang An match Muzan evenly, still faintly falling into a disadvantage.

If the BGM time ran out, he would definitely not be a match.

"I will make you a Demon."

Muzan grinned, but his smile looked eerie.

Disappearing from his original position, Tang An launched an attack first.

His right fist clashed with Muzan's, but the latter's left hand suddenly sprouted sharp claws like lightning, slashing toward Tang An's head.

In a moment of deadly crisis, Tang An urgently retreated, narrowly avoiding the attack but still getting injured.

Muzan's right hand swept by, and accompanied by flesh flying, five claw marks appeared on Tang An's left chest, deep enough to see the bone.

Even with hardened protection, his defense was breached.

With a fierce expression, Tang An kicked towards Muzan with his right leg. Upon impact, Muzan moved a few steps sideways, stabilizing himself. His face twisted eerily like a malevolent Demon.

Swish...

An unseen figure, Tang An's hands blocked his chest, and the next second, Muzan stomped down.

In the nick of time, Tang An avoided the attack. Subsequently, a storm swept through the ruins as Muzan appeared in front of him, stomping again.

Tang An soared away, accompanied by the collapse of a row of buildings. Covered in blood, he lay amidst the ruins. Before he could catch his breath, Muzan appeared in front of him, stomping down.

In a critical moment, Tang An evaded, and the ruins were engulfed by a fierce wind. A ten-meter crater appeared beneath Muzan's feet.

Tang An flipped onto the street, his chest-beating intensely, blood streaming down his forehead into his right eye. However, he couldn't wipe it in time, as Muzan had already vanished into the debris.

The wind pressure struck, and Muzan reappeared in front of Tang An, left hand with five claw-like fingers resembling a furious wind.

Tang An's breathing was disordered, but well-prepared, he disappeared in place, letting Muzan miss. Simultaneously, he transformed into a zig-zag lightning shape behind Muzan, his right hand hardened into a spike, piercing through.

In an instant, Tang An abandoned the attack and disappeared again.

A blackthorn, like a whip, swept towards Tang An. If he insisted on attacking Muzan, he might be cut in half at the waist.

"He actually dodged it," Muzan expressed surprise; the ambush had been utterly unforeseen.

Tang An's expression was grim. He looked at the thorns rising behind Muzan, each ending with sharp bone spurs.

"Swoosh!"

Tang An also produced a Kukri knife.

Dealing with other demons was just right with the nichirin sword, but against Muzan, the kukri knife was more effective. After all, besides the sun, this guy in front of him seemed indestructible.

Muzan stared at the crystal-clear kukri knife in Tang An's hand, seemingly unaware of how it appeared.

This guy presented him with too many surprises.

"Thunder Breathing."

Tang An leaned forward, hands gripping the kukri knife, his whole body emitting golden lightning and copious amounts of high-temperature steam.

The combination of thunder breathing and shave.

"Boom... Boom..."

The ground beneath cracked in concentric circles, and a powerful storm raised sand and dust. Tang An's hair stood on end, and his purple diamond-patterned pupils flickered like thunder.

"Black Blood Thorn."

Eight bone spurs pierced through the air, turning into a dense barrage heading towards Tang An, creating trenches wherever they passed.

"Instant Kill."

A thunderous roar echoed in the entire sky, time seemed to slow, and in the blink of an eye, Tang An appeared ten meters behind Muzan.

Fast, reaching the extreme.

As if the lightning speed were real.

"Splurt..."

Blood spouted like a fountain; Muzan's eight-bone spurs shattered. Simultaneously, a blood trail appeared on his neck, blood gushing out like a waterfall.

Yet, Muzan didn't die; he caught the flying head with both hands, pressing it onto his neck. Immediately, the flesh and blood wriggled, reconnecting.

"Thunder Breathing · Eighth Form: Thunderclap Mirror."

The only sound was the thunderous roar. Tang An once again turned into lightning, surrounding Muzan again. Rising from bottom to top, he unleashed a series of attacks, causing a sharp smell of blood to spray from Muzan's body.

In a moment, Tang An executed eight attacks, the last being "Meteor."

High above, Tang An turned into a golden meteor, carrying destructive power as he crashed down. The ground within a thirty-meter radius instantly cracked and upheaved, with lightning swirling in the powerful shockwave, destroying everything.

The war background music coincidentally ended as Mitsuri quickly approached. Dust covered the scene, and when everything settled, a figure with its back to Mitsuri appeared.

It was Tang An.

However, steam diffused from Tang An's body, and he stared ahead. The golden armor and kukri knife had disappeared.

"Tang An, are you okay?" Mitsuri was on guard, noticing that Muzan was not around.

"I'm fine." Tang An bent down, and spat out the blood from his throat, feeling like he was pricked by millions of needles. His internal organs were in turmoil, making it difficult for him to breathe. His legs were twitching uncontrollably.

After all, Thunder Breathing and Shave were both applied to his legs, allowing Tang An to achieve incredible speed. In this battle, he had given it his all.

He had to admit that even with the amplification from the war background music, he wasn't Muzan's match because he couldn't kill him. The recent techniques had depleted almost half of his strength. If Muzan didn't escape, Tang An would have to flee. Muzan fled because several auras were rapidly approaching, and the morning sun was about to appear in two hours.