Muzan walked towards where Takeshi was standing. When he passed by Takeshi, he didn't stop, just glanced at him, and instead walked into a dark alley.
Takeshi turned around and walked behind him, asking, "Tsukihiko? Muzan? Which name do you prefer to be called by?"
Muzan narrowed his eyes slightly. The boy behind him was provoking him.
On the opposite side of the alley, three people who had just been drinking were walking over, their breath reeking of alcohol. Especially the person walking backward, he was quite drunk.
"Yatsu, are you okay!"
The man called Yatsu continued to walk backward, swaying, answering, "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm not drunk yet..."
Thud—
Yatsu bumped into the well-dressed Muzan.
"Ouch, that hurts! What are you doing!"
There were people following behind, and by their clothes, he could tell they were from the Demon Slayer Corps. Muzan didn't want to get entangled with a drunkard.
"S-Sorry."
Yatsu, who was a little tipsy, grabbed Muzan's shoulder.
"Hey! Wait a minute."
Takeshi, who was behind, helplessly shook his head. He was courting death. As the saying goes, those who drown are those who can swim; those who die young are those who are courting death.
Sure enough, before he could even say two sentences, this Yatsu took a fancy to the suit on Muzan.
Takeshi, leaning against the wall, couldn't help but laugh. This, this was too damn demonic!
He wanted the suit!!! Haha...
Hearing the laughter from behind, Muzan frowned tightly.
"Hey, hey, hey, why don't you say anything? It's so annoying. Looking at your pale face, are you about to die!"
Muzan's blood-red pupils suddenly dilated. This was a minefield, one that he wouldn't touch, and others couldn't touch either.
Takeshi stopped laughing, steadied his body, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. This was the murderous intent that Muzan was exuding.
"Say something, come on Are you dead? Yo yo yo, speak up"
Yatsu was madly testing the edge of death, stretching out his leg, really courting death.
Takeshi saw Muzan raise his fist and punch Yatsu's head.
Yatsu's body flew up like a sandbag, his body slamming into the wall on the side. His body slid down, leaving sticky blood on the wall.
Everything happened too fast. The people who were with Yatsu hesitated for a few seconds before reacting. The woman rushed over to check if he was okay.
"You! He's dead! Yatsu isn't breathing anymore!" The woman shouted at the man on the side.
"What?!"
The tall man couldn't believe it. Such a frail man had actually killed someone with one punch. How strong was his punching power!
His large body blocked Muzan's path.
"Ah~ You bastard!" He raised his fist and heavily swung it towards the person in front of him.
Thud—
With one kick, Muzan sent the tall man flying into the sky, preventing his fist from even touching his body.
His body flew high into the air, spitting blood. The blood splattered near the woman, and his body heavily crashed to the ground.
Takeshi saw everything. Was his leg strength as strong as Muzan's?
Muzan glanced sideways at Takeshi, who was behind him. Everything he had done wasn't just because these people deserved to die, but also to let Takeshi see...
That he wasn't someone who could be provoked easily.
In an instant, two companions had died in front of her. The woman was so frightened that she slumped to the ground, trembling.
Muzan walked to the woman in front of him, crouching down. "Hey, does my face look bad?"
He reached out a hand, cradling half of the woman's face, and continued to ask, "Is my face pale? Do I look weak?"
"Do I look like I won't live much longer? Do I look like I won't live much longer?"
The woman was so frightened that her eyes widened, her body trembling non-stop, unable to say a word.
A dagger with a cold gleam flew over, Muzan quickly withdrew his hand, but he was a second too late. The dagger cut a wound on the back of his hand.
A small amount of blood beads welled up from the wound.
Takeshi shrugged indifferently. "Oops, the dagger flew too slowly."
He had wanted to stop Muzan from hurting the woman, and at the same time, test how fast Muzan's speed could be.
When he threw the dagger, he had used a lot of force, aiming at the back of Muzan's hand. The speed of the dagger was definitely not slow.
Even so, Muzan had dodged it, only leaving a bloody mark.
Muzan moved his hand to his mouth, licking the blood on it, talking to himself and also seeming to say it to Takeshi and this woman.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong... I am a being that is infinitely close to perfection."
Takeshi leaped into the air, drawing his sword, the blade aimed at Muzan on the ground, a smile on his lips. He was so proud, he would kill his pride.
Sha—
Muzan moved quickly, and a corner of his suit was still cut off by the blade.
"You!..."
Takeshi slowly landed on the ground, carrying the sword on his shoulder.
"What about me? I just think you're not that perfect!"
After the observation just now, Takeshi thought that Muzan was strong, but he also had his own weaknesses, he was just trying his best to hide them.
Enraging him, making him no longer calm, unable to make the right judgments, might be beneficial to him.
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