I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 370 [Two Chapters Combined] Divine Soldiers Descend from the Sky

In the pitch-black Japanese-style room, the air felt stagnant and heavy.

Kokushibo's six eerie eyes calmly watched the trembling boy before him, who dared to face him directly, as if he were watching a mayfly trying to shake a great tree.

Muichiro gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

The cold hilt of the knife was his only support in this moment of boundless fear and darkness.

He didn't know how long he could hold on, nor did he know if he would be torn to pieces by Upper Moon One in the next second.

But he knew in his heart that as the Mist Pillar and a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, he had to fight!

Even if it means death, it must be death in battle!

To break the chains of tragedy that have lasted for hundreds of years, I offer my humble efforts!

"Breath of Mist..."

The boy's clear voice trembled uncontrollably, yet rang out with unparalleled clarity, like a war horn.

"The Seventh Form: Oboro!"

In an instant, Muichiro's figure became blurred, and a misty glow emerged around him.

Muichiro's figure appeared and disappeared among them, attempting to disrupt his opponent's perception with exquisite footwork and bewitching swordsmanship.

His speed was already among the top tier of normal humans. In the blink of an eye, the blade light, like the mist of dawn, was silent yet swift as lightning, slashing towards Kokushibo's neck at an extremely tricky angle!

This is a strike that embodies all of Muichiro's resolve and potential!

Driven by the life-or-death crisis, Muichiro, whose adrenaline was surging wildly, had reached the pinnacle of his swordsmanship!

However, faced with this exquisite and profound technique of the Breath of Mist, Kokushibo's six eyes did not even blink.

He simply stood there quietly, like an ancient, unchanging mountain.

Until the moment the rosy light was about to touch his body—

"Breath of the Moon, First Form, Dark Moon, Night Palace".

A curved slash, deeper than the night and quieter than death, bloomed silently.

There was no grand fanfare, no dazzling light.

There was only one pure, jet-black arc, containing countless tiny crescent-shaped blades of wind.

"Snap—!"

The radiant glow surrounding Muichiro was easily shattered, like fragile glass!

The Nichirin Blade in his hand let out a mournful cry, its weight becoming unbearable. His hand instantly split open, blood gushing out.

That immense, irresistible force traveled along the blade, violently sending him flying!

"Puwah—!"

The boy's frail body slammed heavily against the wall in the distance, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Even more devastating was the clean cut on Muichiro's right arm, which was tightly gripping the Nichirin Blade. Clearly, in that brief exchange, his ancestor had mercilessly severed it! He could only watch helplessly as his Nichirin Blade, along with his right arm, crashed to the ground and slid down several meters in front of him.

A gruesome gash was ripped open between his chest and abdomen, and blood gushed out.

After just one strike, Muichiro was already on the verge of death!

He struggled to stand up, but felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.

The intense pain nearly consumed his consciousness.

Even so, the fighting spirit burning in Muichiro's eyes did not subside; on the contrary, it became even more intense under the stimulation of pain!

Even so, the fighting spirit burning in Muichiro's eyes did not subside; on the contrary, it became even more intense under the stimulation of pain!

Having lost his dominant arm, his combat power was greatly reduced, and even standing up had become a luxury, he disregarded his own image and twisted his body to crawl forward on the ground.

Using his still intact left arm, along with the weak strength of his waist, abdomen, and legs, he dragged his battered body, inching and moving with extreme difficulty toward his Nichirin Blade.

Blood gushed from his severed arm and abdominal wounds, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

With each inch he advanced, Muichiro could feel his life force rapidly draining away under the intense pain.

His vision began to blur, and his breathing became increasingly difficult.

But those purple eyes remained fixed on the Nichirin Blade not far away.

There was no despair in his eyes, only an almost stubborn determination!

He must keep fighting! As long as he has a breath left, he must never give up!

Even if it only buys them a second more time...

For his companions who were rushing to defeat Muzan Kibutsuji, this gave them a glimmer of hope!

Kokushibo stood quietly in place, his six eyes indifferently watching the stubborn, writhing figure on the ground, watching the boy's fighting spirit that had not been extinguished even as he faced death.

His face, as if sculpted from rock, remained completely expressionless, as if he were merely observing something trivial.

However, after a moment of silence, his deep, emotionless voice slowly rose in the deathly quiet tatami room:

"Willpower... is acceptable."

The four words, spoken so casually, are like a cold pebble thrown into stagnant water, conveying no praise whatsoever, but rather a condescending judgment based on mere facts.

For him, who had lived for hundreds of years and whose humanity had long since vanished.

This is perhaps the highest level of "recognition" he could give to a human boy.

But this "approval" is more chilling than any mockery.

This means that in the eyes of this Upper Moon One, Muichiro's heroic act of fighting Kokushibo to the last moment, even at the cost of crawling, was only worthy of a glance and a lukewarm comment.

Muichiro paused slightly, then gritted his teeth, used his last bit of strength, and moved forward a short distance again.

His fingertips were almost touching the cold hilt of the knife...

Kokushibo simply watched indifferently, as if waiting for this tenacious ant to exhaust its last bit of life force.

"sad."

It's unclear whether he didn't want to see his descendants die such an ugly and humiliating death, or whether Kokushibo had sensed the crisis on Doma's side and no longer wanted to "play" with Muichiro.

After a brief silence, Kokushibo's cold, emotionless tone echoed in Muichiro's ears once again.

"The weak are sinful in themselves."

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist once again.

This time, the target is Muichiro's only remaining arm.

Clearly, Kokushibo, who had already shown some respect for Muichiro, was preparing to use the most cruel methods to completely crush Muichiro's will to resist. Then, he would inject Muzan's blood into Muichiro, helping him to "be reborn"!

By then, Muichiro's injuries, including his severed arm, will be perfectly healed.

That's why Kokushibo, who originally intended to recruit Muichiro, dared to deal such a heavy blow to Muichiro!

When Kokushibo's icy gaze, as if it were a tangible force, locked onto Muichiro, who was sprawled on the ground, his consciousness beginning to fade, the aura of death had never been so close. In a daze, Muichiro seemed to see his deceased brother, tears streaming down his face, mouth agape, calling out something to him.

"Muichiro—!"

At that very moment, an anxious shout came from afar!

Kokushibo's six eyes narrowed sharply as he looked towards the source of the sound—the ceiling that Muichiro had crashed through when he fell into the area.

Tanjiro Kamado stood above the two. Looking down at Muichiro's miserable state, his usually gentle and kind face was now filled with shock and anger!

However, just as Tanjiro's shout faded—

A black streak of light, seemingly transcending the limitations of time and space, appeared beside Muichiro, who was lying on the ground, before Tanjiro's voice had completely dissipated in the Japanese-style room!

It was a figure covered in flowing, seemingly living black matter, like the embodiment of the night. Only a huge white spider pattern on its chest stood out conspicuously.

Without a doubt, the newcomer was Riley, who had saved Shinobu's life and then immediately moved the battlefield.

Even without relying on external forces, Riley's current movement speed has reached the level of supersonic speed!

For the vast majority of people in Demon Slayer, this speed is simply too fast!

Even with Kokushibo's dynamic vision honed over hundreds of years, he could only capture a fleeting afterimage! He couldn't even see clearly how Riley moved!

"What?!"

Kokushibo was shocked, and his grip on the sword froze.

This speed was completely beyond his comprehension!

However, he couldn't sense even the slightest trace of a ghost from Riley!

Even after living for hundreds of years, and despite Kokushibo's self-proclaimed extensive knowledge, one question still inevitably arose in his mind...

Is this black creature really a "human"?!

"Tsk, I'm still a step too late... But thankfully, it's not the worst yet."

In contrast to the deeply shocked Kokushibo, Riley didn't even glance at him.

Muttering to himself, he crouched down and gently flipped Muichiro's body over from the floor.

Then he extended his hand, which was covered by the black symbiote battle suit, and gently pressed it on Muichiro's bloodied and mangled chest.

The next second, a pure and warm white light, like melting snow in early spring, quietly bloomed from his palm and instantly enveloped Muichiro's entire body.

From that moment on, the scene that caused all six of Kokushibo's eyes to suddenly contract occurred.

The deep, bone-revealing wound on Muichiro's chest healed at a frenzied pace before the naked eye. Flesh writhed, skin regenerated, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely restored, without even a trace of a scar!

Even his severed right arm began to emit a soft white light from the broken part.

Bones, blood vessels, nerves, muscles...

All organizations are regenerating and reshaping themselves in a way that defies common sense!

Almost in the blink of an eye, a perfectly intact arm, even more healthy and vibrant than before, was reattached to Muichiro's shoulder!

This miraculous scene deeply shocked Kokushibo.

Only Tanjiro, who was watching from above, seemed to have seen similar scenes before. He simply let out a long sigh of relief but did not show much surprise.

Muichiro, whose consciousness had been clouded and who had fallen into a coma due to the continuous deterioration of his injuries, and who had already begun to lift his feet toward his brother's ghost, felt a warm and powerful force flowing through his entire body.

All the pain vanished without a trace, like the receding tide.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of fullness.

Then, under his brother's forceful shove with a look of delight, Muichiro, who was caught off guard and staggered backward, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Muichiro, sensing something, quickly lowered his head and stared in disbelief at his perfectly intact body. He especially swung his right arm, which he had clearly witnessed being severed by Kokushibo not long ago.

Then, realizing what was happening, he shifted his gaze to the unfamiliar figure crouching beside him, his purple eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye!

From the moment Riley appeared to the moment Muichiro was cured, the entire process probably took less than a second!

Kokushibo stared intently at Riley, his six eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity and... a trace of apprehension that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

This ability to instantly heal severe injuries and even regenerate severed limbs has completely exceeded his understanding of "power"!

This was neither Blood Demon Art nor any breathing technique he knew!

"Who... exactly are you?"

For the first time, Kokushibo's deep voice carried a hint of barely perceptible dryness.

As he spoke, he subconsciously exerted his strength, completely drawing the weapon that had been kept in its sheath. A richer, cold aura of Moon Breathing began to emanate from his body.

Kokushibo stared intently at Riley, his six eyes filled with an unprecedented solemnity, and...

A fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, his instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm reminded him every second...

Faced with this unexpected intruder, he had to give it his all, otherwise...

dead!

"Sorry, Muichiro, we're late."

When confronted with Kokushibo's questioning, Riley acted as if he hadn't heard a word, his gaze fixed on Muichiro.

The symbiote flowed slowly, making the white eye mask appear like lifelike eyes, softening the overall image.

Then Riley reached out and gently patted Muichiro's head as Muichiro stared blankly at his new right arm, unable to resist his instinctive curiosity and cautiously examining Riley.

The voice emanating from the symbiote was deliberately slowed down, carrying a kind of older brotherly patience and gentleness.

"Muichiro, you've done your best, you've done more than enough... You were seriously injured. Although your body has recovered, your mind needs rest."

"So, can you leave the rest of the battle to me?"

This gentle inquiry, in stark contrast to the terrifying speed and miraculous healing he had displayed in the blink of an eye, caused Muichiro, whose mind was still reeling from the shock, to pause slightly.

He looked up into those white eyes. Although he couldn't see Riley's true face, he could clearly feel the genuine care in the gaze directed at him.

This inexplicably reminded Muichiro of his deceased older brother, and with a dazed look in his eyes, he subconsciously nodded.

His tense body gradually relaxed without him even realizing it.