Muzan Vs Tanjiro Novels & Stories

Mu Zi surveyed Tang Tang, who looked unharmed, and suddenly realized that she had made a mistake. She had overestimated the enemy. Because the other party had committed heavy murders, designed layers of traps, and wore a simple and harmless skin, but possessed extraordinary strength, she felt horrified and subconsciously felt that the other party was very powerful. But on second thought ...... maybe she should treat the other party as a child. "Tong Tong." Mu Zi asked out loud, "Do you like Mu Zenin?" Tong Tong raised her head, her face a little stunned, and rightfully returned, "Of course I like it."

Toshiro is huge compared to an average tiger. Rioka braced himself as Toshiro launched an attack so fast that Rioka's shoulders were sliced. Rioka's eyes turned scarlet red and this time he quickly evaded Toshiro's attack. "Now that's better." Toshiro spoke excitedly. Toshiro then again attacked Rioka with all his might and speed. He was certain that his attack would finish off the wounded Rioka. But out of thin air, Rioka is above Toshiro launching a heavy attack packed with speed. This way, Toshiro will not be given a chance to evade. Toshiro notices the image of Rioka in front of him to be a mirage.

One of them roared, “Arrogant brat! Diego, kill him!” “Madi, we’ll take him down together!” Diego bellowed in agreement. “Otherwise, we’ll seem useless. We must slaughter him to avenge our comrades!” Madi’s eyes flashed with cold determination. “Then show him how we’ll crush him.” The two men raised their weapons, which suddenly clashed together, combining their powers into a terrifying force. The energy that emerged was interwoven, pulsating with an extraordinary strength. Adrian’s eyes flickered with surprise. He hadn’t anticipated them to unleash such a formidable attack. It was indeed powerful.

He looks enraged. “Bu... Buriko?!” Alfi is surprised to see Buriko can match Cindaku. “Let me take care of this fake tiger!” Buriko exclaims. They start the fisticuff. A mythical martial artist versus a Berserker. Of course, they can match each other. Not to mention that they hate losing. Fists, kicks, scratches, smashes, any blow they have they launch no matter how painful it is, they keep launching their fist. Alfi just remains silent watching the fisticuff there.

⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ***** "Aniki, (Brother)." Orochi saw Ozgur, Orochi still looked friendly, he started to take off his school coat and rolled his long shirt up to his elbows. At that moment, Ozgur began to see the kanji tattoo on Orochi's left wrist. "If you can beat me... No, I mean. If you can knock me down, just once, I'll let you go. Because I'm the greatest fighter here, from now on." Orochi said, looking at Ozgur.

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps