One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki Chapter 359 359: Conqueror's Coating!

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"Get away from !!!"

Muzan's twisted face was written with hysterical madness. Accompanied by a roar like a wild beast.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

The nine tube-whips that originally extended from his spine now underwent a nauseating mutation. Those tube-whips instantly expanded dozens of tis, covered in sharp barbs and countless chewing mouths. It was like an out-of-control storm of flesh and blood, completely filling the space of the entire hall.

"Thorn Whip: Black Blood: Zigzag!!!"

Muzan didn't care about technique or thod anymore. He had only one thought now. That was to tear this blocking giant into pieces! Even a god would have to die if they blocked his way!

Rumble—!!!

Terrifying whip shadows instantly subrged Katakuri's figure. The hard floor was flipped up, thick walls were pulverized. The core area of the Infinity Castle seed to have been plowed by a giant at grinder.

"Die! Die! Die!!!"

Muzan waved his tentacles wildly while gasping for breath. That fear originating from the depths of his soul made him dare not stop attacking at all.

However.

Amidst that sky-filling dust and blood-flesh storm. A voice, calm enough to make one's heart palpitate, slowly rang out.

"Is this the extent of it?"

Muzan's movent of waving tentacles froze abruptly. The dust cleared. Only to see that tall man still standing in place with his hands behind his back. He hadn't moved a single step.

And around his body. Those tube-whips and tentacles that seed capable of tearing steel apart had all stopped half an inch from his body!

No. Not stopped. But... twisted!

Katakuri's body was like a fluid composed of countless pieces of mochi. No matter how those tentacles attacked or pierced. His body could always undergo extrely strange deformations the instant before being hit.

This is... the power to see the future!

"The so-called Progenitor of Demons."

Katakuri slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes full of disappointnt.

"Can only wave his arms around like a frightened baby? Compared to that old hag who only knows how to eat sweets. You don't even qualify for her to look at you directly."

The mont his voice fell.

Bzzzt—!!!

A black-red lightning bolt exploded from Katakuri's body without warning. The surrounding air seed to beco viscous. That suffocating oppression was even ten tis more terrifying than when he crushed Kokushibo just now!

"This... what is this?!"

Muzan discovered in horror that his tentacles were trembling. Not because he wanted to tremble. But because the cells composing the tentacles... were afraid!

"Conqueror's Haki..."

Katakuri slowly raised his right hand. That gigantic fist wasn't covered in pitch-black Armant Haki like before. Instead, it was wrapped in a layer of extrely unstable black-red lightning that seed to be flowing.

That was the power of the apex... Which he finally touched after witnessing the aura emitted by Whitebeard, Kaido, and even that Shopkeeper in the tavern at Foosha Village!

"In our world. Only those who possess this power are qualified to be called 'Emperors'. And only this power... can truly..."

Katakuri took a deep breath. That fist wrapped in black-red lightning clenched abruptly. The surrounding space seed to collapse in this instant.

Hum—!!!

A low hum that made one's scalp numb resonated through the entire Infinity Castle.

"Erase trash like you from the world completely!!!"

"Mochi: Ocean Sovereignty!!!"

Boom—!!!

Katakuri's punch didn't have any fancy techniques. It was just a simple straight punch. But the mont this punch was thrown, Muzan felt as if the entire world was pressing down on him.

Can't escape! Absolutely can't escape!

"Since I can't escape... Then let's die together!!!"

Muzan let out a desperate hiss. He gathered all his flesh and blood, all his energy, all his cells. rging them together. Transforming into a giant maw capable of swallowing the heavens, biting towards Katakuri's fist.

As long as I can bite him! As long as I can inject my cells into his body! Even a monster like this will be instantly poisoned to death!

However.

In front of that fist wrapped in Conqueror's Coating. All resistance was futile. Even... sowhat laughable.

Zzzzt—!!!

That giant maw composed of countless tube-whips disintegrated directly the mont it touched those black-red lightning bolts! Like accumulated snow eting a red-hot branding iron. It couldn't cause even a bit of obstruction.

Imdiately after. That gigantic fist imprinted itself onto Muzan's chest without suspense.

No sound. No explosion. Only that instant of... dead silence.

Then.

Pfft—!!!

Muzan's originally indestructible demon body was like a popped balloon. Starting from the chest, a circle of visible black-red shockwaves spread madly towards his limbs and bones.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

Muzan let out the most miserable scream in a thousand years.

Pain! Too painful!

This pain didn't co from the physical body at all. But from the soul! It was as if an extrely domineering will had forcibly drilled into his body. Frantically crushing every single one of his cells!

Rumble—!!!

Muzan flew backward like a black cannonball. Smashing through countless walls. Shattering countless stone pillars. Finally, he smashed heavily into a ruin at the edge of the Infinity Castle. Creating a deep crater dozens of ters in diater in the ground.

"Hah... hah..."

Muzan lay at the bottom of the pit, gasping for breath heavily. A huge hole appeared in his chest. One could almost see the twisted rocks behind it.

"It doesn't matter... It's okay..."

While spitting black blood, Muzan frantically comforted himself in his heart.

"I am immortal... I am the Progenitor of Demons... This kind of injury, just a few seconds..."

However.

In the next second. The expression on Muzan's face completely froze. He looked down in horror. Staring dead at the huge hole in his chest.

There... was no movent.

Those tendrils of flesh that should have been wriggling madly like maggots, filling the wound instantly. Were now motionless like they were dead!

And at the edge of the wound. Traces of black-red electric arcs still remained. It was precisely these arcs that were suppressing his regeneration ability to death!

"Why?! Why is it not regenerating?! Where are my cells?! Where is my immortal body?!"

Muzan completely panicked. He reached out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch that wound.

Zap!

The mont his fingertips touched those residual Haki traces, it was like being hit by high-voltage electricity, instantly turning scorched black.

"Because of fear."

A huge shadow slowly enveloped the deep pit. Katakuri stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Muzan squirming like a bug at the bottom. The black-red lightning wrapped around that hand still hadn't dispersed. It was still crackling.

"Your cells are in fear. Your will is trembling. This power is called Haki. It is the manifestation of will... That overrides all Devil Fruits and all monster constitutions!"

Katakuri slowly raised his fist. That oppression like a demon god locked onto Muzan once again.

"Since your will is so weak. Since you fear death so much. Then let use this will belonging to an 'older brother'... To completely end your long and pathetic life!!!"

"No!!!"

Muzan watched that fist falling again. His pupils instantly dilated to the limit. He wanted to beg for rcy. He wanted to split and run away.

But under the lock of that Future Sight Observation Haki. Under the situation where his proud regeneration ability had failed. Aside from screaming in despair. He could do nothing.

"Sto... Stop!!!"

Boom—!!!

With the fall of the second punch. The entire Infinity Castle trembled violently again. This ti. Even Naki, who always hid in the dark playing the biwa, was shaken until she bled from every orifice and fell from the beam.

And in the deep pit. Half of Muzan's body had been directly blasted into at paste by this punch. That flesh and blood which should have recovered imdiately. Now lay on the ground like a puddle of rotten mud. Emitting a nauseating burnt sll.

"Not dead yet?"

Katakuri frowned slightly looking at the remaining body that was still twitching slightly. It had to be said. Although this Demon Progenitor was a coward. His vitality was indeed terrifyingly tenacious. Even with regeneration suppressed by Haki, he was still hanging onto a breath.

"Then one more punch."

Katakuri had no pity. He raised his fist again. Like a machine pounding mochi dough.

Cold. Precise. Efficient.

"Don't... don't hit... I... I'll give you the Demon Slayer Corps... I'll give you this world... Please..."

Muzan, with only half a head left, let out slurred pleas. On that face that was once insufferably arrogant. Now only wretchedness remained, mixed with snot and tears.

He was truly afraid. How the hell was this a human? This was simply more like a demon than a demon! More like a devil than a devil!

"I have no interest in this boring world."

Katakuri coldly interrupted Muzan's begging. His gaze passed through the ruins. Landing on that small figure staring closely at this side in the distance.

Brulee was covering her mouth, looking at him with teary eyes. There was no fear in her eyes. Only full adoration and pride.

Seeing that look. Katakuri's cold, hard heart suddenly softened for an instant.

"I just want... To take my sister ho early for snacks."

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