I'm a magnetic field madman

"Really? ... Well, there really are people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding."

Akaza slowly got up. Although he knew he was probably no match for the person in front of him, his fighting spirit still burned fiercely...

This made Bai Wujie very happy, and in his good mood, he didn't want any noisy flies disturbing the game.

His icy gaze suddenly turned towards the direction of the embassy...

In an instant, all the ambassadors and high-ranking officials who were looking at him turned pale and collapsed to the ground...

Crown Prince Hirohito, who was facing him, was deathly pale, as if he had lost his mind.

He was just moments ago clamoring for the police and army to apprehend this petty thief who "endangered the dignity of the Empire," and shouting about capturing those "precious animals." But now, faced with those eyes, his brain couldn't even think straight!

He was sweating profusely, his urine was flowing freely, and tears streamed down his face. Fear prevented him from uttering a single word.

"Noisy clown, die!"

Without using any special moves, Bai Wujie simply raised his hand and unleashed a sword cannon with a power of 500,000 volts.

Naturally, the entire embassy, ​​along with two nearby buildings, was instantly reduced to rubble...

As for who that important person was, Bai Wujie didn't care at all. He just disliked that look and hated the person's noisy attempts to disrupt this interesting moment.

"Why did you do that? He didn't pose any threat to your abilities," Akaza said, frowning slightly.

"Because I don't like him, because he's weak, because I'm strong enough."

Bai Wujie looked at the ghost that had suddenly become completely different, and smiled with great interest...

Everyone has moments of weakness, and everyone has received help from others to some extent. It is the natural order for the strong to protect the weak, and for the weak to become strong and then protect other weak people!

He recounted his master's teachings, but Akaza knew that his words would be utterly unconvincing.

"Ha! A murderer who has killed countless people is now teaching others to help the weak? Something interesting must have happened to you."

Bai Wujie looked at the silent Akaza and smiled with great interest...

"But the laws of nature? Don't be arrogant; those are merely human assumptions, and not everyone will abide by them—"

The true law of nature is the survival of the fittest. When a lion hunts a rabbit, does it pity the weak?

Must the strong only wield their swords against each other? No, it's the natural order for the strong to prey on the weak, I don't deny your point... but as we're discussing now, this is a pointless and fruitless debate.

Akaza did not answer, so he had no grounds to rebuke Bai Wujie or anything like that.

But perhaps he knows why he chose to come back to life and why he chose to continue standing here.

He longed to witness the pinnacle of martial arts he had never witnessed before, and at the same time, a strong sense of responsibility drove him to stop this threat that was even more terrifying than Muzan!

"Alright, enough of the nonsense. To show my respect for you and to praise your tenacious will to live, I will use my strongest punch to knock you down with my next punch."

Bai Wujie looked at Akaza and laughed loudly...

Intense electric currents gathered in his fist, and while simulating the rotation of a magnetic field, he pushed his full potential to the limit, concentrating all his power, terrifying power, into a single punch!

Akaza and Komaji also took a deep breath, channeling all their strength and focus to the fullest. In that instant when the world became clear, they breathed, felt, and observed everything before them.

There's only one chance, only one instant possibility. In the blink of an eye, everything will be revealed when you clash with a master!

"Su Liu Fist: Lian Xue!"

"Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!"

30. The Death of Akaza

In a battle between true masters, victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

Just like Oga and Haihu, who fought on the moon for more than three years, just like the first and second males who fought their way from Earth to the outer solar system, shattered Saturn, ignited Jupiter, and finally returned to Earth!

They fought each other for a long time, and could have fought for a hundred years or even longer if they wanted to.

But in reality, what determines victory or defeat is still that fleeting opportunity.

Victory or death, in an instant, can only result in two outcomes. In a battle between the strongest, a single thought can determine heaven or hell.

Of course, for Bai Wujie, Akaza was not something that could be called "strong"... His choice to use what was currently his strongest power and complete realm was simply out of respect for Akaza's pride and self-respect as a martial artist.

So the result is self-evident.

"Roar!"

In the instant they crossed paths, Bai Wujie's fist struck Komaji's chest directly, lifting him up like a ferocious beast... and at that moment, terrifying power surged wildly within Komaji's body!

Dozens or even hundreds of bursts of power explode at the weak points of Komaji's every pressure point and joint. This is the only secret of the Sea Tiger Explosion Fist: inject power into the body and then detonate it!

It's simple and straightforward, but it's far more powerful than those complicated techniques!

From the initial punch that exploded, to the punch that detonated hundreds of acupoints, and then to the most profound one, a punch that caused every cell to explode countless times simultaneously!

Bai Wujie was not lying; the Sea Tiger Explosive Fist was the only move among the many techniques he had practiced that could be considered carefully honed.

Because he is a member of the Bai family, because he is a descendant of Haihu, this move has a natural attraction for him!

The moment he was hit, Komaji's eyes widened suddenly... and then, as if he were completely at ease, his expression relaxed.

Bai Wujie abandoned Komaji, and the terrifying power accumulated within him without erupting... because Bai Wujie was controlling it, giving this fighting demon warrior his last bit of pride and time.

"As expected... my vision is still too narrow."

Komaji spoke slowly in a relaxed, low voice...

"Your punches are pretty good too."

Bai Wujie looked at the clothes with a small tear in the chest and praised them...

Although it was only a fleeting moment of exchanging punches, although his current strength was weak, and although Bai Wujie did not exert any power to defend or dodge.

But if someone can hurt him, even just once, Bai Wujie has to praise the person in front of him.

The weakness of the world's power is not an excuse to limit a person's abilities... Those who can exert sufficient power and skills under the existing conditions deserve Bai Wujie's praise.

"If you were born in my world, you would surely be qualified to claim the title of Martial God!"

"Really? ...Thank you so much."

Komaji's eyes were almost completely closed, and his body began to shatter and burn from his toes down...

"Your excuse for becoming a ghost again isn't just to survive, is it? Although I'm very curious about your story, I have no chance of hearing it," Bai Wujie said softly.

"Have your 'family' come to take you? Have your family members who fell into hell with you come? Souls, are the souls of your family members beside you?"

Komaji smiled and nodded gently. Beside him, as he lay dying, were his wife and his father…

He has completed his final work, which may have already absolved part of his "sin"... and now, he should go to hell to atone for the rest of his sins!

"What a pity," Bai Wujie sighed. He couldn't see the so-called soul, only its general location and existence...

If he were more despicable, he could have kept Komaji alive and used him as a sample for experiments.

But he is not that kind of invincible scoundrel. He is unscrupulous and has killed millions... but giving respect to those who are worthy is what he would do and what he believes in.

In the end, Komaji's body turned into countless dust particles and vanished. At the same time, his soul, accompanied by his family, fell into "hell".

Bai Wujie couldn't perceive any of this, but he had a strange feeling that he was being "targeted" by something.

He looked up at the starry sky and let out a soft hum.

Having studied the Imperial Scripture of Amazing Strategies, he possessed the ability to glimpse the stars and observe destiny... Although he couldn't foresee future fortunes, he could still discern a strange trend.

He seemed to be unwelcome, even more ostracized.

The Heavenly Lock placed upon him became even more pronounced, and Bai Wujie began to find it intriguing, finding the world fascinating.

The battle, described at length, was in reality nothing more than a fleeting moment.

Bai Wujie turned his head, and Kokushibo, who had just arrived, looked at the ashes where Komaji had disappeared and said in a deep voice...

"Is he already dead? As expected, Upper Moon Three is no match for you."

"So, do you think you can handle me?" Bai Wujie looked at the six-eyed "400-year-old auntie" and said calmly...

"From a ghost's perspective, I can only say that I don't sense any chance of winning against you."

Kokushibo placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, then on his Hollow Cry God, and said in a deep voice...

"But from a swordsman's perspective, I must settle this with you!"

"Come, draw your sword and let me witness your magnificent swordsmanship!"

"Doing the same thing a second time in a short period of time becomes boring and disruptive to the relationship."

Bai Wujie looked at the enthusiastic Heishibo and said rather boredly...

As he himself said, he found it boring to repeat the same act of respecting martial arts twice in a short period of time.

Moreover, the feeling of a martial artist that this guy gave Bai Wujie was far less obvious than that of Akaza.

"What do you mean? Are you insulting me?" Kokushibo shouted.

"Actually, fighting you wouldn't be a big deal, but firstly, I'm too lazy to go find a knife, and secondly..."

A playful smile appeared on Bai Wujie's face as he pointed directly at Kokushibo's back...

"I think your real opponent should be that person."

"Croak! Kokushibo!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Filled with boundless hatred and raging fury, Tanjiro Kamado, carrying his sister with broken arms and legs on his back, charged forward with bloodshot eyes, and it was clear that his injuries had already been healed.

Although electric current does not require a magnetic field to rotate, it is still a force that stimulates the limits of human potential. Leaving aside those minor demons and monsters in the magnetic field, those who are truly proficient in this power can easily achieve the level of healing.

While limb regeneration might be impossible, simply reconnecting broken bones is absolutely possible, easily!

"Kid, do you really want to die?"

Kokushibo frowned as he watched Tanjiro charge forward; his patience was running out...

The fact that he had to be stopped by some clueless brat before he could even get to the fight he had been dreaming of made him extremely impatient.

"You should kill him first, then we can talk about fighting."

Bai Wujie watched as Heishibo smiled with pleasure.

"Type Three: Aversion Moon: Erosion!"

Impatient Kokushibo immediately chose a fatal move. The moment he swung his sword, two crescent-shaped blades flew towards Tanjiro's head and waist, while at the same time, many crescent blades of different sizes appeared around them.

Deadly, dense, swift, and impossible to dodge!

Kokushibo possesses strength unmatched by any other Pillar... In a one-on-one fight, his swordsmanship honed over hundreds of years, combined with his simple yet deadly Blood Demon Art, would be enough to easily kill any weak human.

However, Tanjiro dodged Kokushibo's attack.

To be precise, after dodging the two most deadly crescent-shaped winds, he swung his Nichirin Blade in a magnificent whirlwind, deflecting all the small crescent blades!

That gorgeous and skillful swordsmanship was completely unlike the person who had just struggled to survive under Kokushibo's attack!

In his shock, Kokushibo gave Tanjiro a chance to get closer... Although it was only for a moment, the broken Nichirin Blade slashed towards Kokushibo's neck!

With his life threatened, a profound sense of crisis compels Kokushibo to activate the Transparent World.

Fifth Form: Lunar Calamity Vortex!

The spinning blade deflected Tanjiro's attack, and the burst of countless crescent-shaped sword energies forced Tanjiro back several meters. However, even though he countered his opponent with beautiful swordsmanship, Kokushibo felt no joy whatsoever.

How is that possible? How could this kid grow so terrifyingly in such a short time?

To Kokushibo's unbelievable observation, Tanjiro not only activated his Demon Slayer Mark, but his body temperature soared to thirty-nine degrees Celsius, his heart rate exceeded two hundred beats per minute, and even his other superfluous organs slowed down.

In this transparent world, this brat has actually managed to cross the limits that countless swordsmen could never surpass in their entire lives in such a short time!

"That's why I said your opponent is this iron-headed brat." Bai Wujie looked at Hei Shibo and smiled gently...

Tanjiro gave him a considerable surprise, not only by unleashing an electric current to boost his power during their life-or-death encounter—a protagonist-like treatment—but more importantly—

This kid gave Bai Wujie a strange feeling.

It's like the feeling when facing the dying Gyutaro and Akaza.

It was as if some kind of "soul" was around him, as if his spirit was no longer singular and pure. It was as if his spirit was split, and another "thing" was controlling him.

Yes, by focusing his power on his eyes, Bai Wujie seemed to see a faint, illusory figure behind Tanjiro.

"Hahaha, kid, you didn't disappoint me!"