"I knew it; it feels a bit like the Summoning Jutsu."
Qingshui picked up the drop of blood from the ground, muttering to himself.
He really hadn't expected his ability to be related to space.
Being able to sense the location of his own blood and teleport to it.
This was almost exactly like Flying Thunder God.
He just didn't know if this ability could be developed like Flying Thunder God, to include applications like Flying Thunder God Guiding Lightning.
Regardless, he now had another card to play, and he wouldn't have to worry about Muzan trapping him in the Infinity Castle anymore.
Even if he couldn't win, this teleportation ability alone was enough for Qingshui to remain undefeated.
After a moment of thought, Qingshui turned back, took out a handful of kunai, smeared his blood on them, and then used Sealing Jutsu to mold and fix it into the character "kill".
The knock-off Flying Thunder God was thus created.
There was a reason why Tobirama Senju and Minato Namikaze both chose kunai as the medium for their Flying Thunder God jutsu formula.
The most important factor, naturally, was that a kunai could bear a larger jutsu formula area than throwable ninja tools like senbon, making the engraving of the Flying Thunder God jutsu formula much easier. But part of the reason was also the kunai's strong overall performance.
It could be used for ranged attacks or close combat, was moderately weighted, and powerful enough to kill.
Most importantly, if enough force was applied, its range was quite far, which was also a key reason why Qingshui chose kunai.
Another reason was its misleading effect.
When an enemy analyzes the situation and believes you can only teleport to a kunai, but you instead teleport to another spot with blood, the enemy's misjudgment can easily create an opening.
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Qingshui spent a day adapting to his new ability.
The next day, late at night.
An eyeball with the character "Six" written on it rolled through the forest outside the Ubuyashiki Mansion.
Outside the mansion, seventy percent of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen ranked E or higher were patrolling.
The reason it was seventy percent was due to consideration for the consequences of a potential defeat this time.
If they were defeated, the Demon Slayer Corps had to preserve some strength for future rebuilding.
Several Hashira were ambushed hundreds of meters away from the Ubuyashiki Mansion.
At that distance, their abilities were sufficient to ensure they wouldn't be discovered by anyone.
Qingshui and Himejima Gyomei were positioned about twenty meters behind the Ubuyashiki Mansion.
They only needed a simple cover; after mastering Transparent World, they possessed the ability to suppress their entire presence. Unless the opponent also mastered Transparent World, they couldn't sense their location.
Yet, they could perfectly sense everything happening in front of them.
As the bright moon rose high, Himejima Gyomei released his clasped hands, raised his head, and looked into the distance with his empty eyes.
A black-haired, red-eyed man in a black suit and top hat stepped onto the bluestone path and walked to the main entrance of the Ubuyashiki Mansion.
At the entrance, Ubuyashiki Kagaya sat in a wheelchair, his body covered in bandages.
Beside him, a bamboo pole held an IV drip, delivering medicine into his body, barely sustaining his life.
"How hideous… Ubuyashiki."
Muzan looked at Ubuyashiki Kagaya with a disdainful smile on his face.
"Is that you? Muzan, you've finally arrived."
Ubuyashiki Kagaya heard the movement and spoke.
"Oh? Have you been waiting for me? Are you finally going to submit to me in the face of death, wanting to become a Demon?"
Muzan's smile grew more mocking as he walked into the house.
"No, I've been waiting for your demise…"
Ubuyashiki Kagaya's voice held a hint of laughter, then he strained to extend a finger and pressed a button on his wheelchair.
The next instant, Fluorescent Lamp Flashlights placed in every corner of the courtyard lit up with white light, focusing their beams on Muzan.
Streaks of black mist rose, and Muzan suddenly felt a scorching sensation, as if he were exposed to sunlight.
But a Fluorescent Lamp was ultimately not the true sun, and Muzan was not an ordinary Demon.
Under the Fluorescent Lamp's illumination, Muzan's skin constantly peeled and regenerated.
If he had looked somewhat human before, he was now a humanoid monster.
At the same time, the ceiling shattered, and a red-haired figure, over 1.9 meters tall, extended six arms, thrusting six modified Nichirin Blades into Muzan's body.
These were the same type of Nichirin Blade as Kocho Shinobu's, capable of injecting large amounts of poison into a Demon's body.
"Tsugikuni Yoriichi!"
Muzan's expression instantly changed when he saw the figure of Yoriichi Type One, then he quickly reacted.
That lifeless, vacant face, those six arms...
It wasn't the living Tsugikuni Yoriichi!
It was the puppet of the person who had been involved in killing Doma!
Muzan's eyes were vicious. Several tube-like whips sprouted from his back, lashing out at the Yoriichi Type One that had landed on him. His arms transformed into over a dozen long spikes, instantly destroying all the surrounding Fluorescent Lamps.
And just then, an ear-splitting boom rang out.
Inside the Yoriichi Type One, and even beneath the floor, large quantities of explosives had been packed.
These were high-energy explosives formulated according to Qingshui's recipe, and their placement and quantity had been meticulously calculated by Qingshui to achieve the strongest directional blast within a limited range.
At the same time, hundreds of Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen stationed in the area all turned their heads in unison, drew the Nichirin Blades from their waists, and charged towards the explosion.
"Namu Amida... Buddha!"
A flail rubbed against the air, sparking flames, and was flung by Himejima Gyomei, smashing Muzan's head.
At the same moment, Qingshui's figure flickered onto the hilt of an already shattered Nichirin Blade. He swung his right hand, unleashing a Red Blade that struck Muzan.
"Separation Breathing, Fourth Form: Flowing Separation Whirlwind!"
An endless torrent of blade energy instantly enveloped Muzan.
But those bone whips also shot out, deflecting Qingshui's attack.
Muzan had not only overcome the characteristic of dying from decapitation.
With five brains and seven hearts, his internal organ structure was already different from a normal human's. Even if his head was temporarily severed, he retained full consciousness and could perfectly control his body.
Furthermore, Muzan's regeneration speed far surpassed that of all other Demons. In less than a second, his head rapidly regenerated, and he glared menacingly at Qingshui.
"You... you must be the successor Yoriichi picked, that Uesugi Qingshui, right? Even Tsugikuni Yoriichi couldn't kill me. With your strength, I'd really like to know where you get your confidence from!"
Muzan's scarlet eyes fixed on Qingshui, and he snarled.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi almost instantly killed me at my peak, which is vastly different from my current weakened state...
Eh? Why am I so weak now?
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