Did Yushiro fail?
Coulson was startled and looked in the direction Bobbi had flown—on the other side of the house, Bobbi and Yushiro's bodies were stacked together, lying beneath the broken wall.
"Go to hell!"
Yahaba let out a roar, and as the eyes in his palms closed, a Koketsu Arrow burst out.
With the power of the talisman, Coulson could see clearly.
But he knew he was just an ordinary person. With one broken hand, it was difficult to maintain his balance. It was absolutely impossible for him to dodge like Yushiro or Bobbi.
Therefore, he didn't dodge—he drew his gun and shot.
Bang bang bang...
The firearms modified by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Science Department had greatly improved rate of fire, allowing Coulson to empty the enlarged magazine before the red arrow hit.
This time, while the bullets were still halfway, they were wrapped by the Koketsu Arrow and turned around to fly toward Coulson.
Puff puff...
The bullets hit him, splashing blood.
Then, the Koketsu Arrow pierced through his chest, lifted Coulson up, and slammed him into the wall at the other end of the house.
Boom!
Coulson fell from the wall, coughing up blood.
The Koketsu Arrow had no physical body, so it couldn't directly cause damage—he wasn't dead, let alone unconscious. His body's self-protection mechanism kept him awake temporarily, hoping he could do something to save himself.
But his shattered body was unable to make any movements and could only feel life slipping away little by little.
Yushiro struggled to stand up and looked at Yahaba with a stern gaze.
He wasn't Yahaba's opponent.
Even if he could be invisible and take advantage in close combat, he wasn't an opponent.
His Blood Demon Art was always just an auxiliary skill—fine for catching someone off guard briefly. But over time, the opponent would gradually adapt to fighting an invisible enemy and reverse the situation.
And with a demon's resilience so strong that he couldn't determine a winner in a short time, he wasn't an opponent.
"To be forced to such a point..."
Yahaba seemed very dissatisfied with such a victory and muttered to himself in a low voice. "As one of the Twelve Kizuki, being forced to this degree by some unknown demon and two ordinary humans—if that person knew about it, he'd definitely be angry."
"So we must take the escapee's head back. Only that way can we appease his anger!"
Susamaru said in a sullen voice.
"That's right!"
As the two demons spoke, they turned their attention to the operating room door—a gentle woman in a colorful kimono decorated with leaves and flowers stood quietly.
Facing this absolutely unfavorable situation, Tamayo still looked indifferent, behaved elegantly, and seemed not worried at all.
"Two of the Twelve Kizuki..."
Tamayo looked at Yahaba and Susamaru and said indifferently, "Please let me ask you one thing. Do you know the true identity of Muzan Kibutsuji?"
"Ah... what are you going to say!?"
Yahaba and Susamaru were shocked, their expressions becoming somewhat flustered.
"That man... is just a coward, always afraid of something."
"Shut up! Shut up!"
The two demons became even more panicked, and Yahaba couldn't help but retreat, which made Bobbi and Coulson, lying in the rubble, unable to help but feel curious.
Who was this Muzan Kibutsuji?
Why were these two murderous demons so afraid just from mentioning his name?
"Do you know the reason demons can't act collectively?"
Tamayo ignored the two demons' panic and continued. "The reason demons can kill each other... That is his measure to prevent demons from gathering and attacking him. You were deliberately arranged like that."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up..."
Yahaba shook his head and retorted, "Shut up! That person isn't that kind of petty individual. The power of Lord Muzan Kibutsuji is simply beyond your imagination! He..."
The words stopped abruptly.
The woman with elegant demeanor raised her left arm. Her pure white jade arm rolled up by her sleeve turned red and flowing, exuding a strange fragrance.
—Scent of Illusory Blood: Visual Dream.
It would cause the brain function of those who inhaled it to decline—they'd no longer be able to lie and keep secrets.
To put it bluntly, it lowered one's intellect.
This was Tamayo's Blood Demon Art.
"You said his name! The curse is about to strike!"
Tamayo's face was expressionless and her tone calm, as if nothing could make her emotions fluctuate.
"Yahaba..."
Susamaru looked at her companion in horror, her whole body trembling, her voice shaking.
Yahaba, on the other hand, turned pale.
The next second, he turned around and ran out. As he ran, he raised his hands and shouted to the sky, "Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please forgive me! Please, please forgive me!"
His pace gradually slowed down, and finally he fell to his knees in pain.
Yahaba's skin became congested and stagnant, as if someone was constantly inflating his body. His complexion grew darker and darker.
Something inside his body seemed about to be born.
Gradually, gradually...
Splurch splurch splurch...
Several huge arms with rough skin covered in scars burst from his body, grabbed his head and limbs, and squeezed violently!
Snap!
Like a watermelon bursting, his entire body instantly turned into a mess of flesh. The recovery ability that could quickly heal even if the head was cut off seemed not to exist—it didn't take effect.
Seeing this scene, both Coulson and Bobbi, who'd been barely conscious, instantly snapped awake and were stunned.
This was absolutely brutal!
A trace of sorrow flashed in Tamayo's eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh.
Yushiro looked at Yahaba's corpse with pity, then finally placed his eyes on the stunned Susamaru and analyzed. "Because most of her energy is spent decomposing toxins, after her brain function declined, she had no time to notice other things and escaped..."
As he said that, he remembered Susamaru's reaction when Yahaba had said Muzan Kibutsuji's name and continued. "But even in that case, she still reacted instinctively to Muzan Kibutsuji. As Muzan's demons, you're all too pitiful."
Generally speaking, battles between demons wouldn't be fruitful because they couldn't inflict mortal wounds on each other.
But demons transformed by Muzan Kibutsuji had his cells left in their bodies.
These cells could damage demon cells. If close, they could even read minds, sense location, and transmit telepathy from a distance. They were like puppets.
"Pitiful?"
Susamaru lowered her head and murmured to herself. "A member of the Twelve Kizuki has died. Even if we take back the escapee's head, it won't quell that person's anger..."
As the deep and cold words emerged, Susamaru stood up slowly, and the bullets stuck in her muscles were squeezed out one by one.
Yushiro subconsciously stood in front of Tamayo, and there was disbelief in his nervous expression.
Coulson and Bobbi had just relaxed and tensed up again.
Even Tamayo slightly opened her lips in surprise.
Character Notes:
Muzan's Curse - From: Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)
All demons transformed by Muzan have his cells implanted in their bodies These cells allow him to read their thoughts, sense their locations, and communicate telepathically If a demon speaks Muzan's name, the curse activates and kills them brutally The curse manifests as massive arms bursting from the demon's body, destroying them Even demon regeneration cannot counter this curse It's Muzan's method of maintaining absolute control over his demons