Chapter 125: The truth is revealed, and Muzan collapses.

Chapter 125: The truth is revealed, and Muzan collapses.

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"Impossible! This can't be happening!" Muzan grabbed a handful of what he thought were blue spider lilies and threw them away, then grabbed another handful, repeating the action with despair written all over his face.

Wood, wood, and more wood!

It wasn't a flower, let alone the elusive blue spider lily!

"Are you surprised? Does this shock you?"

Aoki looked at Muzan, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Since I devised this plan, I've been eagerly waiting to see your reaction when you discovered the truth. I'm not disappointed."

Muzan's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Aoki. "You orchestrated all of this?"

"Yes," Aoki confirmed. "From start to finish, this was a complete scam."

Veins bulged on Muzan's forehead as he asked through gritted teeth, "So, where is the blue spider lily?"

"There isn't one," Aoki replied simply.

Boom!

The "Blue Spider Lily" shattered as Muzan charged at Aoki, his eyes red and his expression twisted into something almost feral. The combined anger of being deceived, the crushing disappointment of the truth, and the looming fear of death exploded within him, pushing his sanity to the brink.

Some people can unleash extraordinary power in the throes of extreme emotions.

Muzan was not one of those people. His attacks grew increasingly erratic.

Combat demands constant calm, and in the transparent world, every one of Muzan's moves was laid bare. Aoki's figure blurred and reappeared in front of Muzan.

"Aoki Style: Death!"

Aoki's palm struck Muzan's chin with a force that sent his body reeling backward, disrupting his whip attack.

Boom!

Aoki's backhand punched Muzan in the abdomen, forcing his bent body to snap forward.

Boom, boom, boom!

A relentless barrage of attacks came like waves, crashing endlessly against Muzan Kibutsuji.

The intense pain ripping through his body gradually brought Muzan Kibutsuji back to his senses.

Boom!

A shockwave erupted.

Aoki paused.

Muzanvquickly put distance between them.

"That technique again!"

Aoki shook the blood from his fist.

The reason Muzan Kibutsuji had lasted so long against him was largely due to this blood demon technique.

Though it didn't inflict much damage, it provided a momentary control effect.

Each time, at a critical juncture, it granted Muzan Kibutsuji a fleeting chance at survival.

"However, it seems Muzan put a lot of effort into this latest blood demon technique. Is his stamina finally waning?"

Aoki turned his gaze toward Muzan Kibutsuji, whose expression was now twisted with murderous intent.

The blue spider lily was a lie, and his operation had ended in total failure.

The battle was nearly over—there was no point in taking further risks.

"You wretched rat, I'll remember this day!"

Muzan Kibutsuji's eyes glinted coldly as his arms began to swell.

Running away wasn't an option—he knew he couldn't escape the defector's relentless pursuit.

The space-warping ability was particularly troublesome.

His flesh and blood rapidly expanded, his arm growing as large as his thigh, blood vessels bulging under his skin.

But then, the swelling abruptly ceased, and his arm began to shrink, deflating like a punctured balloon until it returned to its normal size.

"What? I can't split? What's happening?"

Muzan Kibutsuji's expression soured as realization dawned on him. "Tamayo's poison?"

Damn it!

An ant he hadn't even considered a threat had caused him so much trouble.

But the one who deserved to die the most was the defector.

If it weren't for that rat, he wouldn't be in this mess.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a fist pierced through Muzan Kibutsuji's chest, emerging from the other side.

"This is the second gift I've prepared for you," Aoki said. "Do you like it?"

"Aargh!"

Another violent shockwave erupted from Muzan Kibutsuji's body.

Aoki's figure flickered and vanished.

Without a second thought, Muzan Kibutsuji turned and bolted, desperation driving him.

The ability to split was blocked, taking away his most reliable escape mechanism.

The likelihood of death had suddenly skyrocketed.

Run! He had to escape no matter what!

He could not die here!

Dignity, the blue spider lily, everything else—Muzan Kibutsuji shoved it all aside.

His only thought now was survival.

"It's your decision whether to come, but it's my decision whether you can leave!"

A sneer crossed Aoki's face as he vanished from sight.

A sharp explosion echoed. Muzan Kibutsuji had heard that sound countless times today. He dodged instinctively, but it was in vain. A heavy fist slammed into his shoulder with crushing force.

Whoosh!

Muzan Kibutsuji's shoulder and half of his chest erupted into a mist of blood, causing him to stagger.

A massive mouth appeared, consuming the flesh around the wound, and the tissue began to regenerate.

But Muzan Kibutsuji's expression shifted in alarm. "Why is the regeneration so slow?"

Aoki noticed it too. "It seems this battle is coming to an end!"

Muzan Kibutsuji's face twisted with anger and fear.

"You disgusting.Monster..."

Whoosh!

Before he could finish his words, a heavy blow tore off the left half of his face.

"Keep those words to yourself."

Aoki's figure flashed in and out of sight.

"Aoki Style: Feast!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several shadows streaked by, and bursts of blood blossomed from Muzan Kibutsuji's body. What little strength he had left drained away like a river breaching its banks.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees.

Aoki appeared before him, looking down.

"Why so polite? Are you hoping I'll let you go? I'm sorry, but even if you kneel until your legs break, that's not happening!"

Muzan Kibutsuji gritted his teeth and swung his whip-like appendages at Aoki.

But both the speed and power were significantly diminished. Aoki easily dodged, reached out, grabbed a few of the whips, and yanked hard.

Muzan Kibutsuji was dragged toward him, helplessly. Aoki kicked him with immense force.

Whoosh!

Muzan Kibutsuji was sent flying back, his whips along with skin and bones were torn from his body, leaving him covered in blood with a gaping wound on his back.

With a heavy thud, Muzan Kibutsuji landed between two rocks, his wound pressing against the cold, hard surface. The excruciating pain caused his facial muscles to twitch involuntarily.

Whoosh... Whoosh...

Muzan Kibutsuji felt weaker than ever, reminding him of his frail, sickly human days when he was bedridden for long periods.

He used his arms to push himself up, his mind focused on just two words: escape!

He could feel the shadow of death looming, and staying here meant certain demise. Just then, the light dimmed, and a shadow spread over him.

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