He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"!?"

During the flight, Muzan's eyes were glazed over, and a question mark appeared above his head.

He naturally knew that the spider silk had become entangled in the thorns when it lost its original flight path during the disruption. What puzzled him was why this mere human, who did not have a breathing valve, could unleash such powerful strength.

No, even using the word "outburst" is somewhat inappropriate.

Although Spider-Man was wearing a mask and his expression was not visible, it was still possible to tell from his body movements that he simply pulled hard, without any explosive force or even using his full strength.

But with that pull, he himself, the Ghost King, was pulled over.

This guy is the monster!

Have you ever played baseball?

Spider-Man swung his arms, ready to meet the oncoming enemy. "I really love it, and I even dreamed of playing in Koshien, but I didn't have the talent, so I just practiced hitting!"

As he spoke, Spider-Man threw a punch.

"Absurd!"

Although Muzan was in the air, he had nowhere to use his strength and could neither dodge nor hide.

But he had lived for over a thousand years, experienced countless battles, and encountered numerous masters. How could he possibly take such a situation seriously?

His arms transformed into whips, which he then spun around.

The whip propelled the body to rotate, forming a high-speed rotating cutting blade. The hurricane it created alone carved grooves into the ground.

Seeing this, Spider-Man dared not throw any more punches.

He immediately shot a spider silk towards the ceiling, gently pulled it up, and jumped up.

Muzan sped past Spider-Man, his figure coming to a sudden stop. Using the momentum of his rotation, he swung his arms out, extending them and thrusting them towards the ceiling.

Spider-Man quickly released the web and jumped down.

With a loud 'boom,' two barbed whips pierced deep into the ceiling, their barbs bringing down chunks of rubble.

As soon as Spider-Man landed, he used his webs again to stick to a monitoring device and smashed it down like a meteor hammer.

With a swift swing of his arm, Muzan unleashed a deafening boom as the whip snapped back, transforming into a sharp blade that sliced ​​the instrument into several pieces.

Spider-Man lunged forward, but Muzan swung both arms, creating a flurry of whip shadows that blocked the space around him, sending him flying.

Spider-Man is also incredibly powerful. Despite being hit repeatedly, he only seemed to grimace in pain before standing up as if nothing had happened.

Just as he was about to rush forward again, his legs suddenly gave way and he fell to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up.

"What's going on!?"

Spider-Man's eyes widened slightly as he stared at his hands in disbelief... He had never felt so weak since being bitten by the spider, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and even standing up had become difficult.

"Looks like it's working!"

Seeing this, Muzan's lips curled up slightly. "I told you long ago, if you had just run away, you could have survived for a few more days, but you insisted on coming back to die."

What did you do to me?

Spider-Man gritted his teeth and asked with difficulty.

"It's poison."

Muzan revealed a victor's smile, "I am the Demon King, and my body naturally contains a deadly poison that is unbearable for humans. Anyone I attack will be poisoned."

Generally speaking, someone as physically strong as you should have a very high level of immunity and resistance, enough to withstand it for several days.

But you insisted on coming back to fight me, accelerating the spread of the poison.

As Muzan spoke, he walked toward Spider-Man. "I understand. You're worried about Norman Osborn and want to save him. I've seen countless fools like you in my life, so I understood the moment you returned. I pretended not to know because I was waiting for your poison to take effect."

As they spoke, Muzan had already reached Spider-Man and removed his mask.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw the youthful face under the hood: so young, and it was actually the young man who often came to the lab to see Gwen.

But then, a smile appeared on his face.

He grabbed Peter Parker by the neck, lifted him up, and smiled, "I always found it strange that you have such great strength, speed, defense, and reflexes, yet you seem to have no experience whatsoever. Turns out you're just a high school student who hasn't even graduated yet!"

"Then...so...what...so!"

Peter Parker looked at him defiantly, and with great difficulty managed to utter a word.

"nothing."

Mucan laughed and said, "To be honest, compared to the talented Gwen, I really dislike you, this incompetent and incessantly chattering fellow. But everyone is different, so I won't do anything to you because of that."

But now, you're in my hands.

If you can kneel at my feet, kowtow and admit your mistakes, I might consider turning you into a ghost so you can continue living.

After all, several of my men have died recently.

"Only a ghost would...kowtow to you!"

Peter Parker was already red-faced and throbbing from being choked, barely able to breathe, but he still refused to give up.

Seeing this, Muzan Kibutsuji chuckled, "Very well, then you can die!"

As he spoke, he tightened his grip, about to crush Peter Parker.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's body was incredibly tough; Muzan couldn't break it with just one hand.

He wanted to use both hands simultaneously, but worried about losing face, so he feigned composure for a moment, then split his hand into a sword blade and stabbed it towards Peter Parker's eyes.

This time, it's bound to pierce his head.

Just then, a violent mechanical roar exploded, and Muzan felt a force from behind him, sending him flying.

He maintained his balance in the air and spun to land.

Upon closer inspection, one could see Norman Osborn, clad in individual combat armor, standing on a ski-like aircraft, using ejected blades to propel Peter Parker as they sped away.

"Is it all done?"

Muzan sneered, his clothes shattering as nine whips extended from his back, lashing out swiftly. "Now that you've got it all done, let's move on to the next step: become a demon!"

The whip traveled faster than the speed of sound, instantly catching up with Norman Osborn and piercing him through the back of the neck.

Norman Osborn's eyes widened, then he stared intently at Peter Parker hanging on the flying vehicle, and shouted, "Take Harry away from this demon, find the Demon Slayer Corps, and never come back!"

After saying that, he stomped his foot.

Several pumpkin grenades were launched from the individual combat aircraft, which simultaneously activated unmanned mode and flew out with a 'whoosh'.

Norman Osborn, who was standing on top, was grabbed by the whip and dragged back. Several whips flew out from his side, trying to keep Peter Parker there.

but……

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"

The successive explosions engulfed the whip and halted the pursuit. If Muzan hadn't pulled Norman Osborn back first, he would have died in the violent explosions as well.

"You let my prey go, don't think I'll be merciful to you!" Muzan stared coldly at Norman Osborn lying on the ground, his face as cold as ice.

After he finished speaking, the whip that had pierced Norman's throat began to writhe, pumping large amounts of demon blood into him.

Then...

"Ahhhh!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the sky.

……

Underground construction site.

Alexandra, Madam Gao, Botu, Murakami Shin, Sowanda, and a group of gang members were now incapacitated and lay sprawled on the ground.

Daki stood proudly in the middle, licking her slowly healing wounds, making a clicking sound as she said, "She actually possesses a secret technique to attack the soul, how terrifying!"

That's why I told you never to be careless!

Another voice came from Daki's mouth.

This voice was completely different from Daki's; it was a man's voice, weak and feeble, yet sharp and mad.

"If we weren't one sibling, we would probably be the first Upper Moon demon to die right now."

"Isn't it because my brother is here that I was so careless?" Daki said coquettishly, completely lacking her previous domineering aura.

"I just can't do anything with you. Hurry up and finish the important business that official assigned you!"

"understood."

……

Vampire Empire.

At the board meeting of elders.

The man with six eyes, dressed in a samurai outfit with python scale patterns and a samurai sword at his waist, asked calmly, "So? What do you think of that lord's suggestion?"

The elders, who were engaged in a heated discussion, stopped talking and looked over when they heard the question.

The eldest elder, who was in the highest position, was handsome, elegant, and looked to be only about thirty years old. He said, "The Vampire Empire is happy to make allies, but your actions are too crazy. If you fail, the vast Vampire Empire will be wiped out by humans."

"so what?"

“There is a clan in our empire that is very disobedient, often disobeying the clan’s orders and causing trouble everywhere. We are also very troubled by it.” The elder said, covering his forehead, as if he was in real pain.

But how could Tsugikuni Kokushikatsu, born into a samurai family and a former general, not understand these political words? He immediately nodded and said, “I understand. The only one cooperating with us is that clan, not the vampire empire.”

"Wrong, it's not cooperation!"

Another elderly elder corrected, "It was your ghost clan that lured that clan into depravity and colluded with you, not that they disobeyed and cooperated with you."

Ji Guoyan Sheng seemed to be thinking about something, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Then let's leave it at that!"

Chapter 113 Brothers

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