MM Racing Chapter 167 Tragic
Chapter 167 Tragic
On the other side of the wreckage of the train carriage, the wilderness was completely shrouded in night, and a cold wind swept past, carrying dust with it.
When Tanjiro heard Akaza say "a true strongman"...
His whole body tensed instantly, his heart sank, and the image of that cheerful and reliable figure covered in flames flashed through his mind.
He's talking about... Mr. Purgatory!
Tanjiro knew all too well that the only strong person on the entire battlefield who could elicit such excitement and anticipation from Akaza, the third Upper Moon, was Rengoku Kyojuro.
Akaza's strength far exceeded expectations; he was powerful, brutal, and possessed incredible regenerative abilities.
If he were to face Mr. Purgatory, Mizuko, and his other companions directly, the consequences would be unimaginable, and everyone would be in mortal danger.
We absolutely cannot let him get past!
This thought screamed wildly in Tanjiro's mind.
He stared intently at Akaza's retreating figure as he turned toward the train, and with all his might, he roared out.
"Yi-wo-zuo!"
This roar ripped through the night sky, carrying a do-or-die determination, and instantly attracted Akaza's attention.
Akaza slowly turned around, his golden pupils falling back on Tanjiro.
A hint of satisfaction finally appeared in his previously indifferent eyes.
At this moment, Tanjiro's Blood Demon Art: Blazing Flames erupted completely, with crimson-gold flames shooting into the sky and rising wildly along his Nichirin Blade.
Demonic markings spread across the cheeks and neck.
Every muscle was stretched to its limit.
He released all the power within him without reservation, holding nothing back whatsoever.
Akaza smiled playfully as he slowly approached Tanjiro, his tone tinged with amusement.
"What's your name?"
Tanjiro gripped his burning Nichirin Blade tightly, his eyes as firm as iron, and without the slightest hesitation, he responded loudly, word by word.
"My name is Kamado Tanjiro!"
"Oh, Tanjiro... very good."
Akaza nodded slightly, the contempt in his eyes completely disappearing, replaced by recognition of the strong.
"Now you finally deserve to have my name remembered."
As soon as he finished speaking, the snowflake pattern under Akaza's feet unfolded again, his demonic aura condensed to its extreme, and his hands assumed the starting stance for a destructive attack.
"Come on, unleash your full power and fight me!"
Tanjiro let out a low shout, stomped his feet on the ground, and shot forward first.
Akaza also moved at the same time, his figure as fast as a ghost, disappearing from the spot in an instant.
The distance between the two was fleeting, and an extremely fierce high-speed battle was about to begin.
"Destruction Kill: Chaos Style!"
Akaza launched the first attack, unleashing an invisible blue barrage of punches that swept across the sky. Though intangible, it possessed a domineering power capable of tearing through the air. The barrage was as dense as a torrential rain, covering every part of Tanjiro's body, leaving him with no way to dodge.
Tanjiro's eyes sharpened as he pushed the Hinokami Kagura to its limit, his Nichirin Blade dancing into a ring of fire.
Flames raged all around him, forcefully resisting the bombardment of the invisible fist wind.
At the same time, he constantly shifted his body, looking for an opening to counterattack.
He then leaped into the air, and his Nichirin Blade slashed down from above with a heat that could incinerate everything.
"Hinokami Kagura: Train!"
The fiery red blade light, like a speeding flaming train, carrying rolling heat waves, slashed straight at Akaza, colliding fiercely with the oncoming blue fist wind.
"boom--!!!"
The enormous impact exploded with a deafening roar, the shockwave spreading wildly from the two people in the center, a gale swept through, and dust filled the sky.
Even the heavy train wreckage in the distance was pushed several meters away by this immense force, the metal scraping against the ground with a piercing screech.
In the center of the battlefield, Tanjiro and Akaza's battle was already too fast for the naked eye to follow.
All that could be seen was the constant collision between crimson-gold flames and pale blue ghostly energy.
Afterimages blurred together, and the sounds of air being torn apart, metal clashing, and bones cracking mingled together, echoing throughout the wilderness.
Every clash was accompanied by flying blood and flesh; both men were fighting for their lives, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Tanjiro, with his powerful demon-transformed body, withstood Akaza's domineering punches. Each strike of his Nichirin Blade left a deep, bone-revealing wound on Akaza, with black demon blood splattering everywhere.
Akaza's regenerative abilities were terrifying; his wounds healed in the blink of an eye, and his attacks became even more ferocious. His fists were like heavy hammers, constantly pounding on Tanjiro's body, and the sound of bones shattering was incessant.
After countless exchanges, the two clashed once again with all their might.
The immense force blasted them apart simultaneously, and a cloud of dust completely enveloped the battlefield, obscuring any figures within.
Only the sounds of panting and fierce attacks emanated from the center of the smoke and dust.
Just then, the train wreckage, pushed away by the impact, was shattered by two powerful sword energies. Rengoku Kyojuro and Nezuko, one after the other, broke through the train debris and rushed to the battlefield.
But after the two of them stood still, looking at the thick, impenetrable smoke and dust in front of them, their faces were both solemn.
The oppressive aura emanating from the center of that smoke and dust was terrifying; the chilling ghostly energy intertwined with the blazing fire, making one's heart tremble.
They could clearly sense that a fierce battle, a matter of life and death, was taking place inside.
Nezuko gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly, her heart pounding, her eyes fixed on the center of the smoke and dust, filled with anxiety and unease.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a familiar glint of blade light was the first to emerge from the smoke and dust.
"elder brother……"
A look of surprise flashed in Midouzi's eyes, and he instinctively rushed toward the center of the smoke and dust.
But Kyojuro suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her in place.
Mizuko turned to look at Kyojuro in confusion, only to see his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Mi Douzi's heart tightened, and he immediately turned his head to look at the center of the smoke and dust again.
The next moment, a figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, with short pink hair disheveled in the night wind and blue stripes covering his body—it was Akaza.
He gripped Tanjiro's Nichirin Blade tightly in one hand, the blade deeply embedded in his palm, black demon blood slowly dripping down, but he didn't care at all, his face still bearing an excited smile.
As the smoke and dust completely dissipated, the scene inside was revealed to the two of them without reservation. Midouzi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.
All cheerfulness vanished from Rengoku Kyojuro's face, leaving only extreme seriousness and heartache.
In the center of the smoke and dust, Akaza was badly mangled, half of his body had been cut off, and there was a huge, deep wound on his waist that revealed the bone.
But the excitement on his face grew even stronger as he gazed at the person opposite him with great admiration.
Tanjiro, who was opposite him, looked so tragically miserable that it was heartbreaking.
Both arms were completely severed, the wounds were bloody and mangled, half of his head was forcibly chopped off, his body was covered with wounds of varying depths, his body was broken and mangled, he could no longer stand steadily, and was about to fall down, only held on by the last bit of willpower.
The demonic power was still operating frantically, struggling to repair the fatal wound, but at a negligible speed.
"Tanjiro, you're strong! Don't betray Lord Muzan anymore. Abandon those useless obsessions and join me in honing our martial arts skills to become stronger!"
Akaza's body was rapidly repairing itself, his damaged body returning to full strength at a visible pace. His tone was fervent, full of recognition and a desire to win over Tanjiro.
But Nezuko was already deaf to any words; she stared intently at Tanjiro, who was broken and on the verge of death.
Her breathing became increasingly heavy, her chest heaved violently, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Kyojuro noticed the surge in her aura and her out-of-control emotions, and immediately spoke in a deep voice, trying to calm her down.
"Cook, calm down, we..."
"elder brother--!!!!!"