Zongman: Capturing the goddess from Demon Slayer

"Ming Ang, can you help Mr. Rengoku?"

Mitsuri owed Kyojuro Rengoku a debt of gratitude and felt compelled to repay it.

Currently, Kyojuro Rengoku was covered in blood, his clothes tattered, bearing the marks of gunpowder burns and explosions.

Conversely, Pei Lang had exhausted the ammunition of his large firearms, rifles, and Gatling guns, but still had plenty of revolvers and pistols to use, and was without any injuries.

His condition appeared to be much better than Kyojuro Rengoku's.

Mitsuri seriously doubted whether Kyojuro Rengoku, in his current state, could successfully kill Lower Moon Two, Pei Lang.

Arashi Ming Ang, knowing the outcome of the battle, wasn't particularly worried.

"I'm afraid Kyojuro doesn't need my help."

"Mitsuri, never underestimate anyone."

"Kyojuro still has a trump card he hasn't used yet."

"But since you've asked, I'll inquire him."

To ask, he first needed to stop the fight between the man and the demon.

Arashi Ming Ang's eyes sharpened, his pupils constricted.

Conqueror's Haki was unleashed.

The aura unique to a king surged towards Kyojuro Rengoku and Pei Lang, who were in the midst of battle.

The invisible pressure caused both of them to suddenly falter. Pei Lang was directly overwhelmed, his limbs weakened, collapsing to the ground, unable to move, his eyes filled with terror, nearly fainting.

Kyojuro Rengoku wasn't faring much better.

Reacting in time, Kyojuro Rengoku tightly gripped his Nichirin Blade stuck in the ground, struggling to support his weak body, preventing himself from collapsing like Pei Lang.

"Who!?"

"Does such a powerful person really exist in this world?"

"Even if Gyomei Himejima were here, it would be futile..."

"Could it be Muzan Kibutsuji!"

Kyojuro Rengoku laboriously raised his head little by little, trying to find the powerful person who released the pressure.

"Ming Ang, what's wrong with Mr. Rengoku?"

Since Mitsuri wasn't the target of the Conqueror's Haki, she was unaware of what was happening.

"Uh... maybe he's a little tired..."

Seeing Kyojuro Rengoku resembling a hundred-year-old man with a cane, Arashi Ming Ang quickly dispersed the Conqueror's Haki.

Kyojuro Rengoku, who was struggling to hold on, suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if a giant mountain pressing on him had suddenly disappeared, and the fear of the superior had also vanished.

Kyojuro Rengoku vigorously pulled out the Nichirin Blade stuck in the ground, staggered a few steps, and finally straightened his body.

Looking around.

Kyojuro Rengoku saw Mitsuri Kanroji, and the young man around his age whom Mitsuri Kanroji was embracing.

"Mitsuri is actually okay?"

Kyojuro Rengoku found it a bit unbelievable.

Those were rifle bullets, after all. Although he could dodge them, it didn't mean he could catch them barehanded.

Moreover, even he would have had a hard time at such a close distance, let alone dodging with someone...

If it were the Sound Hashira, perhaps he could...

A young man of similar age to himself, yet possessing the strength of a Hashira?

Looking at Arashi Ming Ang's confident smile, Kyojuro Rengoku felt that it wasn't impossible.

"Kyojuro! Don't be nervous!"

"My name is Arashi Ming Ang."

"I just wanted to ask if you need help?" Arashi Ming Ang asked, looking at Kyojuro Rengoku.

"Help?" Kyojuro Rengoku was a little puzzled, but when he saw Mitsuri waving at him beside Arashi Ming Ang.

Remembering how close they were in that critical situation, some thoughts arose in his mind.

Did Mitsuri ask this person to help him?

"Thank you for your kindness, Arashi, but this heinous demon must be personally slain by me!"

Rejecting Arashi Ming Ang, Kyojuro Rengoku raised his sword and turned to look at Pei Lang, who was still struggling on the ground, trying to get up.

Failing to rise multiple times, Pei Lang picked up his revolver and shot the last few bullets into his own head.

Neuronal reconstruction allowed Pei Lang to finally regain control of his body.

"Ehehehe!"

"Die!"

"All of you, go to hell!"

Pei Lang got up, his eyes staring in different directions without any order, having become mentally deranged and driven to madness.

Blood Demon Art... Gluttonous Cavity....

War Disaster Wolf!!!

Hundreds of shadow wolves from all directions rushed towards Pei Lang, merging into Pei Lang's body, entwining around his body.

In just a moment, he transformed into a true werewolf!

Holding a huge Japanese long sword.

"Awoo--"

With a wolf's roar, Pei Lang tightly gripped the long sword with both hands, all the eyeballs on his body staring intently at Kyojuro Rengoku.

Realizing that Pei Lang had reached his strongest state, this attack would determine the outcome.

Kyojuro Rengoku also tightly gripped his Nichirin Blade with both hands, his eyes filled with determination and unyielding spirit, each breath accompanied by scorching flames.

The man and the demon stared at each other, attacking simultaneously.

Clang!

The demon sword and the Nichirin Blade collided, producing a crisp striking sound.

Kyojuro Rengoku gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with anger, his expression fierce.

A wholehearted blood-soaked strike...

Making the final choice...

Burn!

Burn!

In the name of Rengoku!

Flame Breathing · Secret Art · Ninth Form · Rengoku!!!!!!

Towering flames erupted from Kyojuro Rengoku's Nichirin Blade, incinerating everything, severing all things!

Whoosh-- Boom!

The flames extinguished, Pei Lang was left with only half of his body, falling to the ground, no longer regenerating.

Twelve Demon Moons · Lower Moon Two · Pei Lang · Eliminated!

Having used his ultimate technique, Kyojuro Rengoku was also exhausted, breathing with difficulty, staggering.

Arashi Ming Ang instantly appeared beside Kyojuro Rengoku, reaching out to support him.

Kyojuro Rengoku caught sight of Arashi Ming Ang and forced a smile, saying:

"Thank you..."

"Looks like I won..."

The Demon Slayer Corps members watching the battle all rushed over upon seeing Kyojuro Rengoku's victory, supporting Kyojuro Rengoku and laying him down on the ground, starting with simple bandaging.

Freeing himself, Arashi Ming Ang took out a blood collection device and walked to Pei Lang's remaining body.

Inserting the needle, automatically collecting blood.

"Meow~"

A meow sounded, and a black and white cat with some green fur, wearing Yushiro's Blood Demon Art around its neck, and carrying a small backpack on its back, appeared out of thin air.

"Oh, Chachamaru."

Placing the collection device filled with blood into Chachamaru's backpack, Arashi Ming Ang said to Chachamaru:

"Chachamaru, remember to tell Tamayo after you get back, don't worry about me, I'll be back in a little while."

Chachamaru nodded smartly.

"Meow~"

With another meow, Chachamaru disappeared.

Three minutes after the battle ended, the Demon Slayer Corps logistics 'Kakushi' appeared, beginning to formally treat and bandage Kyojuro Rengoku and other injured demon slayers.

Looking at the crowd being treated by the Kakushi members, Mitsuri suddenly asked:

"Ming Ang, am I not suitable to stay in the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"Mitsuri, you should ask your own heart about this kind of thing," Arashi Ming Ang said, touching Mitsuri's head with one hand.

And poking Mitsuri's soft breasts with the other.

Bouncy.

Mitsuri's ears instantly turned red, recalling her original intention for joining the Demon Slayer Corps.

She chose to join the Demon Slayer Corps in order to find a husband who could protect her.

Now that she has found her husband, is it really necessary for her to stay here?

Seeing Mitsuri's wavering heart, Arashi Ming Ang said again:

"Little Mitsuri, everyone has their own path, just follow your heart."

"It's not that you can only do this thing by walking this path, but that no matter which path you are on, you can do it if you want to."

"You have your husband for everything, no need to worry."

After a moment of contemplation, Mitsuri said to Arashi Ming Ang:

"Ming Ang, I want to be with you!"

"I want to become stronger!"

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