- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 80
Chapter 80: Solo Kill on Enmu, Akaza Descends!
Raging flames engulfed the entire train carriage in an instant.
[Target is affected by Burn Status, dealing 5 points of fire damage per second for 10 seconds.]
With no ability to regenerate his flesh, Enmu could only passively take the hits.
Combining the previous life-draining attacks, Enmu had already lost a significant amount of health. Yet, despite all that damage, he still showed no signs of weakening.
It all came down to Enmu’s unique abilities.
[Enmu (Lower Moon One)]
[Attack Tendency: Strong]
[Attribute Tendency: Constitution, Perception]
[Traits: Flesh Train, Cellular Regeneration]
[Threat Level: Slight Pressure]
*Flesh Train*: Body fully fused with the train, granting 800 additional health points.
This trait made him an unkillable monster.
Even though Fang Bo had every advantage, he had only managed to chip away about one-fifth of the enemy’s health.
The endless flesh wrapping around the Infinity Train was proof of just how strong this Lower Moon One truly was.
A few tentacles, engulfed in flames, shot toward him, but the headless puppet darted forward, its arm blades slicing through the threat with ease.
Seeing this scene only strengthened Fang Bo’s determination to obtain the Yoriichi Zero puppet.
If a high-quality puppet was this powerful, imagine what an even higher-tier puppet could do—perhaps even solo a member of the Upper Moons?
Clearing his mind of distractions, Fang Bo shot down another tentacle, then turned to his Shikigami and gave the command: “You can begin.”
Upon hearing her summoner’s words, Jorogumo immediately controlled her spider-head to start devouring the flesh beneath her.
These pieces were immensely nourishing, each inch of flesh saturated with Muzan’s blood, making it a feast for Jorogumo.
[Current Devour Progress: 6.68%]
[Current Devour Progress: 6.72%]
[Current Devour Progress: 6.94%]
While ravenously devouring the flesh, she also applied venom with her spider blades, inhibiting Enmu’s flesh regeneration.
The absurdity of the scene almost made Enmu forget that he was supposed to be the demon.
“Let’s end this farce.”
A severed hand suddenly jumped up, a large, eerie eyeball staring directly at Fang Bo.
**Blood Demon Art: Forced Sleep Hypnosis Whisper!**
A mouth grew on the back of Enmu’s severed hand, and as it uttered the word “sleep,” it would send the opponent into a dream.
[You are affected by the Blood Demon Art, falling into a forced sleep state for three minutes.]
Fang Bo found himself back in a dream, surrounded by orphans with superhuman abilities, seemingly in the middle of a secret mission.
But he didn’t wait long. He lifted his Dragon Cavalry pistol and aimed it at his temple.
“Hey, Number Seven, what are you—”
*Bang!*
A bullet pierced through, and bright red blood splattered everywhere as Fang Bo’s body shook before collapsing.
When he opened his eyes again, Jorogumo was still feasting.
Seeing this, the severed hand tried to jump in again for mischief, but it was met head-on by the headless puppet, which pierced its large eye with its arm blade.
Enmu, losing his composure, began manipulating the surrounding flesh and tentacles. In an instant, dozens of eyes floated around them.
“Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!”
Fang Bo fell into another dream, but Jorogumo remained unaffected.
She had two types of vision: one human, the other spider. Unless both were hit simultaneously, she couldn’t be dragged into the dream.
Realizing the enemy had no way to deal with her, Jorogumo continued following her summoner’s orders, burying her head and devouring the flesh.
As for Fang Bo himself, once he had grasped the trick to self-inflicted death, no dream space could hold him.
However, with each entry into the dream, he found himself gaining a deeper understanding of the hypnotic techniques Zanko had taught him.
Combining that with the illusions his teammates had explained to him, he began to truly grasp the meaning of “hypnosis.”
After returning from his Nth dream-death, Fang Bo pulled out a small tool. Before the enemy’s large eye appeared again, he slowly began turning it, following the improved rhythm.
Once again, he was the first to fall into the dream. After waking from his self-inflicted death, he immediately received a battle report from the system.
[Hypnosis successful, target falls asleep for two seconds.]
The effect wasn’t particularly great—just two seconds of confusion—but the significance was monumental.
Enmu, the dream demon of the Twelve Kizuki, had fallen into slumber, proving that Fang Bo’s hypnosis had reached a new level.
In other words, his hypnosis now held real value in combat.
Of course, there were still weaknesses. The cast time for hypnosis was too long.
While Fang Bo was unafraid of dream traps, other enemies would’ve been hit by the attack long before casting.
Hypnosis was just the foundation. To make it truly flawless, it needed to draw upon the power of the illusion techniques from the Naruto world.
Unconsciously, the importance of that little booklet became more apparent.
After a slight stretch of his neck, Fang Bo smiled and waved at the writhing flesh mass: “Come on, don’t stop, I can still go.”
Enmu fell silent. His emotions were undoubtedly complicated at this moment.
As a dream demon, to be hypnotized by a human in reverse was the ultimate humiliation.
“I don’t believe it!”
Dozens of eyes opened in unison, even the flesh that Jorogumo had swallowed grew new eyes. This time, even Jorogumo couldn’t escape the dream trap.
However, Fang Bo still smiled as he twirled the tool in his hand: “Your eyes must be really tired from being open for so long, huh?”
As soon as he finished speaking, both sides fell into a deep sleep simultaneously, only to wake up almost instantly.
With eyes everywhere, it was impossible for the enemy to avoid hypnosis. Fang Bo wanted to keep playing, but time was running out. From the carriage, he could hear the ninja’s agonized scream of frustration.
“It’s time to end this.”
He approached Jorogumo, waking her from the dream with a sharp pain.
“Cover me,” he said before dashing forward, heading toward the enemy’s exposed weak spot.
Jorogumo slashed at the incoming tentacles with her spider blades while her summoner darted across the ground.
When Fang Bo awoke from his final dream, Jorogumo had woven an elastic web, propelling Fang Bo directly above the exposed weak point.
Before the tentacles could react, they spotted the small tool he was shaking.
Without a doubt, hypnosis had succeeded. Enmu had originally hoped to control both of them but failed, as Fang Bo had preemptively closed his eyes.
As the two-second limit passed, the headless puppet had already plunged deep into the train’s front carriage, its sharp arm blade cleaving into what resembled a spine.
A critical hit on the fatal weakness drained Enmu’s health bar completely.
To be honest, Fang Bo rather enjoyed this kind of enemy. Strong, yes, but with a fatal weakness.
Once you found the right countermeasure, it was easy to defeat them.
At least in this fight, Fang Bo had won through cunning, which also proved one thing: when battling the Twelve Kizuki, you didn’t necessarily have to drain all their health.
If you seized the opportunity, even a Reincarnator could slay an Upper Moon demon with a single blow.
After collecting the orange treasure chest Enmu dropped, Fang Bo glanced toward the back of the train: “Ali should be fine. Black Flash’s power isn’t something a mere Lower Moon can withstand.”
The key problem now was that the train was about to derail, and ensuring the passengers’ safety was the top priority.
Turning to his Shikigami, Jorogumo immediately understood and rushed back to secure the sleeping passengers with her web.
The enemy’s fleshy walls hadn’t completely vanished, which could serve as a buffer to prevent passengers from being thrown out. At the very least, it could save their lives.
As the train veered off the tracks, Fang Bo jumped off at the perfect moment.
The poor puppet became his cushion, absorbing the impact of the fall.
After a while, as the dust settled, he saw the Flame Pillar and the ninja emerge from the smoke.
Both of their expressions were grim, as the real challenge was just beginning.
“Everyone’s fine,” Dairen muttered after a moment of silence, stuffing a few cakes into his mouth.
Facing an Upper Moon, he was far from confident, and he needed to restore his condition as much as possible.
Even Rengoku Kyojuro, usually loud and boisterous, had a slightly muted tone.
Compared to the clueless ninja, Rengoku understood all too well what facing an Upper Moon meant.
The fact that the Upper Moons hadn’t changed members in over a century meant every Demon Slayer who encountered them had died. Even though Rengoku had immense confidence in his strength, he couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.
But as the current Flame Pillar, he quickly banished the fear from his heart.
“I will protect everyone. I swear to slay the demons!”
With his fighting spirit ignited, at this moment, Rengoku Kyojuro resembled a blade poised to strike, his entire being emanating an aura of overwhelming power.
*Bang!*
From a distance, the sound of something heavy hitting the ground reverberated, followed by a terrifying pressure, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing, enveloping everyone present.
Slowly turning their heads, what came into view was a young man with short, peach-colored hair and golden eyes.
Upper Moon Three of the Twelve Kizuki, the Demon of Combat, Akaza, had made his grand entrance!
[Akaza (Upper Moon Three)]
[Attack Tendency: Strong]
[Attribute Tendency: Speed, Strength]
[Traits: Super Speed Regeneration, Combat Aura Perception]
[Threat Assessment: Extremely Dangerous]
*Super Speed Regeneration*: Any injury, except to the head, can regenerate within two seconds.
*Combat Aura Perception*: Senses the opponent’s aura, greatly enhancing attack and evasion capabilities.
“What a powerful combat aura.” Akaza paid no attention to Fang Bo’s probing gaze. His eyes were fixated solely on the young man ahead.
Weaklings weren’t worthy of his attention; only true warriors deserved to stand on equal ground with him.
This was the Demon of Combat’s creed.
Without a doubt, Akaza hoped the Flame Pillar before him could become a worthy rival. But before issuing his invitation, the small ants around them needed to be dealt with first.
Otherwise, these people might interfere with their conversation—a scenario he had encountered more than once.
“Die, ants!”
In an instant, Akaza’s figure appeared before the two Reincarnators.
**To be continued**