One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 357: Violent Demolition of Infinity Castle

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Violent Demolition of Infinity Castle

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Chapter 357: Violent Demolition of Infinity Castle

The vibrations of the Infinity Castle finally stopped.

It was the silence belonging to an absolute powerhouse.

The once insufferably arrogant Upper Rank 1, Kokushibo. The six-eyed demon samurai who brought despair to countless Hashira-level swordsmen. At this moment, not even a wisp of ash remained. He had completely vanished into the air.

"This... this is..."

In the ruins not far away, the Stone Hashira, Gyomei Himejima, had disbelief written all over his blind eyes that always shed tears.

As the current strongest Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, his sensory abilities were a hundred times sharper than ordinary people. Precisely because of this, he felt even more clearly just how terrifying that man standing in the center of the deep pit was.

That wasn’t power a human should possess. It wasn’t even power a demon should possess. It was a pure, unreasonable monster capable of crushing all rules.

"Let’s go too."

The Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, felt his hand holding the Nichirin Sword trembling slightly. Not out of fear. But out of an instinctual shudder. That feeling was like an ant witnessing a T-Rex pass by. Even breathing became cautious.

"Brulee."

Katakuri ignored the reverent gazes around him. He simply bent down. Those crimson eyes, once holding only coldness and ferocity, now carried a trace of clumsy tenderness.

"Can you still walk?"

His voice was low and hoarse. Like two rocks grinding together. But to Brulee’s ears, it was the most reassuring sound in the world.

"Yeah!"

Brulee nodded vigorously. Although her legs were still weak. Although this hell-like Infinity Castle made her want to scream in terror. As long as she held onto her brother’s rough finger, she felt fearless.

"Then let’s go end all this."

Katakuri straightened up. His body, massive as a small mountain, cast a huge shadow.

His Observation Haki. That "God’s Foresight" which had evolved to predict the future. Now spread out madly in all directions like a tide. Penetrating the layered corridors. Penetrating the maddeningly twisting space.

Locking directly onto the deepest part of this Infinity Castle.

There. Was a nauseating aura of blood. Trembling in fear.

...

Infinity Castle, Core Hall.

This was originally a huge space decorated luxuriously, as if only a god could reside there. But at this moment, the atmosphere here was oppressive enough to suffocate.

"Useless..."

"A bunch of useless trash!!!"

A man wearing a black kimono with skin pale as paper stood on the high platform. His features were handsome to the point of bewitchment. But inside those plum-red pupils, there was now only tyranny and... fear.

It was the Progenitor of Demons. Kibutsuji Muzan.

Just within the short ten minutes just now, he felt it.

Akaza’s aura vanished. Doma’s aura vanished. Even Kokushibo, who had lived for four hundred years and was closest in strength to him... Was erased in an instant!

That feeling. It wasn’t like being defeated. It was more like being directly "wiped" from this world by some incomprehensible, terrifying force!

"Nakime!!!"

Muzan suddenly turned his head and roared at the one-eyed female demon kneeling and shivering beside him.

"Throw him out!!!"

"Throw that monster out of the Infinity Castle!!!"

"I don’t care where you throw him!!! Absolutely do not let him get close to here!!!"

This was the first time in a thousand years for Muzan that he felt such a strong threat of death. Even stronger than the despair he felt when facing the Sun Breathing swordsman named "Yoriichi Tsugikuni" back then.

After all, Yoriichi Tsugikuni was still human. Still a human who would age and die.

But the guy rushing over here... That five-meter-tall physique. That power capable of shattering the air. That Haki that could freeze one’s soul with a glance. What the hell kind of creature is that?!

"Yes... Master..."

Nakime’s originally emotionless face was now covered in cold sweat. She desperately plucked the biwa in her hands.

Twang! Twang! Twang!

The biwa was strummed with such ferocity it sounded like a torrential downpour. The space of the entire Infinity Castle began to fold, twist, and flip madly. Countless walls meters thick, floors, and even entire pavilions. Like building blocks, they frantically blocked the path to the Core Hall. Attempting to construct an insurmountable maze.

However.

In the next second.

Boom—!!!

A muffled boom directly interrupted Nakime’s biwa playing. That wasn’t the sound of a door being pushed open. That was the sound of the entire hall’s "ceiling" being trampled through from above!

Crash—!!!

Countless rocks fell like a rainstorm. Amidst the dust, a gigantic pitch-black figure, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashed heavily onto the floor in front of Muzan.

Thud!

The entire Infinity Castle shook violently under the impact. The incredibly hard floor instantly cracked into countless spiderweb-like fissures centered on that figure.

"Found you."

The dust cleared. Katakuri slowly straightened up. His large mouth full of fangs split slightly, exhaling a breath of scorching white steam.

Behind him was a straight passage that had been forcibly punched through by violence. Regardless of walls, pavilions, or spatial barriers. All had been pulverized into dregs.

The so-called maze. In the face of absolute power, was nothing but a joke.

"You..."

Muzan stared dead at this man who resembled a demon god. His pupils instantly shrank to the size of needle tips. Every cell in his body was screaming "run."

Too big. Even if he transformed into his combat form, standing before this giant over five meters tall, he felt like a child who hadn’t grown up.

Especially the aura on the opponent. That killing intent, condensed to the extreme, as if he had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It made Muzan, a creature who prided himself as a "natural disaster," taste the flavor of being "prey" for the first time.

"You are the so-called Demon King?"

Katakuri lowered his head. Those crimson eyes looked down at Muzan from high above. There was no vigilance in his gaze. No gravity. Only an undisguised... disdain.

"You look..."

"Just like a sissy."

Pfft.

Brulee, hiding behind Katakuri, couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The atmosphere, originally tense to the extreme, instantly became somewhat strange because of this sentence.

"You bastard..."

Veins instantly bulged on Muzan’s forehead. That originally handsome face twisted like a malicious ghost. As the Progenitor of Demons who had lived for a millennium. As an existence worshipped as a god by all demons. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?!

"Since you want to die..."

"Then I’ll grant your wish!!!"

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