"I still feel like something is missing." Fang Hao, who had been sitting upright in the room, suddenly relaxed and lay down on the floor.
Ever since his Breathing Technique was perfected, he always felt his five senses were constrained, and that feeling of restriction always made him inexplicably irritable.
He felt that he was just a hair's breadth away; he could clearly perceive his own body at this moment. Logically, having this level of perception was already extraordinary, but he always felt his senses were greatly suppressed.
"Is it Transparent World?" Fang Hao pondered silently. Looking at the entire Kimetsu story, besides the souls of people like Sabito and the existence of demons, only Transparent World and Mark had a more fantastical color.
And Transparent World was linked to the senses, so his feeling was very likely a precursor to activating Transparent World. It was also easy to understand; Upper Moon Three · Akaza regarded Transparent World as the supreme realm of fighting spirit, calling it the highest state martial artists yearned for.
And Fang Hao, even if viewed from just one aspect of his abilities, could be considered the pinnacle of humanity in the Demon Slayer World—of course, assuming he wasn't compared to Yoriichi Tsugikuni. His outstanding physical fitness, his innovative Thunder Breathing, and his sword skills that returned to their original simplicity…
It was inevitable that he would come into contact with Transparent World. If even he hadn't touched the edge of Transparent World, then it could only mean that Transparent World was only for those who cheated, such as the Tsugikuni brothers, Tanjiro's father Tanjuro, Gyomei Himejima, and Tanjiro.
"Perhaps it needs some kind of trigger." Fang Hao looked forward to Upper Moon Six giving him a surprise. Life-and-death crises, in novels, are often the reason protagonists break through; dangerous situations indeed bring out a person's potential more than normal times.
"I hope your strength is a bit stronger. Or…" Fang Hao even had a self-destructive idea: let Muzan, Upper Moon Three, and Upper Moon Six besiege him together. Wouldn't that create a life-and-death crisis? It's just that in a life-and-death crisis, the 'life' part and 'crisis' part could easily disappear, leaving only 'death'.
Although Upper Moon One · Kokushibo was definitely the one Fang Hao was most wary of, that didn't mean Muzan and the Upper Moons weren't strong! Kokushibo, with Muzan's blood, activated Transparent World and Mark, and possessed his unique Moon Breathing, along with four hundred years of swordsmanship and combat experience. If he wasn't constrained by Muzan, there would be no problem in saying he was the current combat ceiling. As for why 'current,' it's simply because he had a younger brother named Yoriichi.
Four hundred years ago, Kokushibo, with a similar setup to his current one, encountered an eighty-something-year-old Yoriichi, and Kokushibo couldn't even withstand a single move. Some people get perfect scores because of their ability, while others get perfect scores because that's all there is to get.
And there's no need to mention Muzan; to borrow Yoriichi's assessment, one hit from Muzan would mean death. If displayed on a stat sheet, all of Muzan's values would definitely be at the peak of this world. The only pity was that the person using this body was a bit incompetent.
And there's no need to say more about the Upper Moons' strength; it's evident from the fact that the Upper Moons haven't changed for hundreds of years. You should know that Muzan casually killed Lower Moons when he was in a bad mood, but the Upper Moons, even if they defied Muzan, were forgiven by him. In Muzan's eyes, the Upper Moons were non-renewable resources.
If he were to be besieged by Muzan and two Upper Moons, Fang Hao thought carefully and concluded there would probably be no need to run. However, there was still time to write a will.
Fang Hao drew his nichirin blade and began to wipe it, contemplating the battle that night. "Warabi Hime will come here tonight to find me. According to her previous actions, Muzan's arrival made her drop everything she was doing. And if Muzan were still in Yoshiwara, Warabi Hime would not come to see me."
"I only have to deal with Warabi Hime and her brother, whose name I don't know, and their Blood Demon Art… But I still can't be careless."
Time passed by minute by minute, from the full daylight to the last afterglow of the sunset, and then to the moonlight spilling in through the window…
"They're here." Fang Hao's emotions became exceptionally calm, his serene eyes devoid of any other color. He took his nichirin blade and went to greet this invited guest.
Pitter-patter, the newcomer made no attempt to conceal their footsteps, and soon they reached the open door and entered the estate.
It was clearly a profligate's invitation to a courtesan, yet at this moment, there was no hint of romance. The two looked at each other; Fang Hao's eyes held no emotion, while Warabi Hime—no, it should be Daki—her eyes were overflowing with killing intent.
Daki looked at the unperturbed man before her, and even with her extensive experience, she couldn't help but feel amazed. The man before her was one of the most perfect men she had ever seen. "No, how could he be compared to Lord Muzan!" Daki cut off her blasphemous thought.
She looked at the empty estate, devoid of anyone but themselves. The fake smile she had put on was gone, her expression turned cold, and the killing intent that had already been overflowing was now completely undisguised, instantly enveloping the entire estate in a chilling aura.
"How many of you came this time?" Daki lightly licked her lips, her eyes filled with greed. She hated eating old people and ugly people; the flesh of old people was dry and unappetizing, and ugly people were too dirty for her to stomach.
As for the person before her, though she didn't want to admit it, his appearance was indeed second only to Lord Muzan (in Daki's opinion). Although her life had no end, this person would probably be the most perfect meal she would ever have; there had been none in the past, and probably none in the future. She would savor him slowly and thoroughly.
Hearing Daki's words and seeing her undisguised greedy gaze, Fang Hao finally showed emotion. Waves appeared on his calm face: first bewilderment, then sudden realization, and finally great anger.
Fang Hao initially didn't understand what Daki meant by her question; he even thought about it carefully for a while. Then he understood that Daki was placing herself in the position of a predator, asking him condescendingly, "How much food came this time?"
Usually, it was Fang Hao who made demons lose their composure, but Daki's single sentence truly made Fang Hao unable to hold back. He frantically asked himself in his mind, "No, where does she get this confidence? So ordinary in strength, yet so confident? How does she do it?"
Although Fang Hao had not yet reached the realm of Transparent World, if the opponent did not have special techniques to hide their presence, their approximate strength level could not be hidden from Fang Hao. This was probably a martial artist's intuition.
In Fang Hao's perception, her strength was only slightly stronger than Rui (Rui: I'm really grateful), comparable to Kaidake. And Kaidake couldn't last a single move against Fang Hao. Liang Jingru hasn't been born yet, so how does she have so much courage? Does she really think she's strong?