Allen stood in the shadows outside the mansion, completely concealing his presence. His gaze pierced through the darkness, fixed on the brightly lit Western-style building.
"He sure knows how to enjoy himself, Muzan," Allen murmured to himself. He could sense the chillingly powerful aura within the mansion, dozens of times stronger than Gyokko's.
Inside the mansion, Muzan sat elegantly in a luxurious armchair, a glass of red wine in his hand.
He wore a meticulously tailored suit, his handsome face making him look like an ordinary wealthy businessman.
Moonlight spilled onto his pale face, reflecting a pair of crimson eyes. He held a glass of red wine, the liquid swirling gently within, thick like fresh blood.
"Bang!"
"Master! Master! Lord Muzan!" Gyokko stumbled and rolled into the study.
"The Demon Slayer Corps has a new..."
Before he could finish, Muzan suddenly turned, a hint of brutality flashing in his crimson eyes.
"You're disturbing me," he said coldly. The wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered, and the vibrant, blood-like red wine dripped onto the expensive carpet.
Gyokko trembled all over, all the eyes on his pot-like body squeezed shut: "Lord Muzan, please forgive me."
Muzan slowly walked closer. He looked down at the trembling Gyokko, his brow slightly furrowed. His voice was like a thousand years of ice: "What's going on? Is the information about the blue spider lily true or false?"
"It's a trap! It's a trap! The blue spider lily is a trap they set! The Demon Slayer Corps is ambushing there!" Gyokko reported in horror.
"There's a terrifying human, he..."
"What about him? Don't rush, speak slowly," a cold voice appeared behind Gyokko.
Gyokko turned his head in terror, finding that Allen had appeared behind him at some point. Those pupils, like abysses, were staring coldly at him, as if to suck him in.
"You... How are you here!" Gyokko's voice trembled uncontrollably with fear.
"Who are you?" Muzan's voice was icy cold, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.
How did the other party appear silently behind Gyokko? Even he hadn't noticed.
Allen didn't answer, merely staring calmly at the progenitor of demons before him. He could feel the demon blood flowing within Muzan, a power indeed much stronger than that of ordinary demons.
Gyokko cowered in the corner, the eyes on his pot-like body darting around in terror: "M-m-m-m-Lord Muzan! It's him! He almost killed me with just one move!"
Muzan narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Allen. This human looked unremarkable, without a nichirin blade or a Demon Slayer Corps uniform, but his composed demeanor gave Muzan a sense of unease.
"A new member of the Demon Slayer Corps?" Muzan sneered, "Do you really think you can kill me?"
Allen shook his head: "I am not part of the Demon Slayer Corps."
"Oh?" Muzan raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you opposing me?"
"I need your ability. If you're willing to cooperate, I can go easy on you," Allen said straightforwardly, without beating around the bush.
Muzan's pupils suddenly constricted, then he let out a low chuckle: "Interesting! Truly interesting!"
His well-suited figure cast a long shadow in the moonlight.
"In a thousand years, you are the first human to dare speak to me like that," Muzan's voice was as sinister as a venomous snake.
"I will make you understand the consequences of provoking a Demon King."
Allen remained standing in place, his expression calm: "Ah, it seems negotiations have broken down."
Muzan suddenly vanished from his spot, reappearing in front of Allen in the next second, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming directly for his throat.
His speed was too fast for the naked eye to track, leaving only an afterimage in the air.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Muzan's sharp claws stopped an inch from Allen's throat, blocked by an invisible barrier.
"A Blood Demon Art?" A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he changed his attack, his other hand transforming into a blade sweeping horizontally at Allen's waist.
Allen subtly shifted his body, and Muzan's attack missed again. He raised his right hand, a faint blue light emanating from his fingertips: "Water Breathing: Psychokinesis Impact."
Muzan felt a tremendous force strike him, and his body was uncontrollably sent flying several meters, smashing through the antique cabinet behind him. Expensive porcelain shards scattered everywhere, and red wine spilled across the floor.
Muzan slowly rose from the rubble, dusting off his suit. A hint of irritation flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary human to repel him so easily.
"Interesting," Muzan's voice was low and dangerous.
"It seems you are not an ordinary human. Is this your special constitution?"
Allen stood in place, his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent: "I told you, I need your ability. If you cooperate, I can go easy on you."
Muzan sneered, then suddenly spread his arms: "My ability? Are you referring to this?"
His arms suddenly deformed, transforming into barbed whip-blades, covered in sharp teeth, and struck at Allen with astonishing speed.
Allen lightly raised his hand, and the invisible barrier reappeared, blocking the whip-blades. He frowned slightly: "You don't understand human language, do you?"
Before he finished speaking, Allen's figure suddenly vanished, reappearing in front of Muzan in the next second. His right hand gently pressed against Muzan's chest: "Psychokinesis: Bind."
Muzan's body instantly stiffened, as if bound by invisible chains. He was shocked to find that he couldn't move an inch.
"Is this a second Yoriichi Tsugikuni?" True fear finally appeared in Muzan's eyes: "Who exactly are you?"
Allen didn't answer. With a thought, he crushed all of Muzan's bones. His body was like a doll crushed by an invisible giant hand, his bones emitting a grating, breaking sound.
His suit was soaked with blood, and his handsome face was contorted in pain.
"You! You are!" Muzan's voice trembled with intense pain, and fear finally surfaced in his crimson eyes. Even though the other party didn't hold a nichirin blade, such a terrifying power disparity still terrified him.
Allen released the Psychokinesis bind, and Muzan collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud. But very quickly, his body began to regenerate at a visible rate. Broken bones reconnected, and torn muscle fibers writhed and healed.
"He's a perfect punching bag," a hint of excitement flashed in Allen's eyes. Using this kind of punching bag would surely speed up his Asura Mode progress.
Muzan struggled to get up, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and fear. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent. Not even Yoriichi Tsugikuni from four hundred years ago had given him such a sense of oppression.
This was a physiological fear; the other party was a creature from a completely different dimension than him. Could it be that he was the one who spread the information about the blue spider lily?
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