"Well, how should I put this..." under the gazes of the crowd, Lexon began to speak slowly.
"Hey!" Seeing Lexon's appearance of wanting to keep them in suspense, the somewhat impatient Sanemi Shinazugawa couldn't help but shout.
However, it wasn't that Lexon wanted to keep them in suspense, but that he felt what he was about to say might be a little hard to believe.
"You might find it hard to believe what I'm about to say..."
"Speak, Lexon. We believe you," Kagaya said with a gentle smile.
"I encountered Muzan Kibutsuji and all of the Upper Rank demons, then I killed all the Upper Ranks and captured Muzan Kibutsuji alive."
Lexon's flat words echoed in the candlelit courtyard.
He looked at the stunned, astonished, and disbelieving faces and remained silent.
'See? I told you you'd find it hard to believe.'
"Are... are you joking, Lexon?" Even someone as calm as Kagaya Ubuyashiki was clearly having trouble holding it together after hearing Lexon's words. The gentle smile on his face seemed a little stiff, and his peaceful voice had a slight tremor.
"No," Lexon replied indifferently, as calm as a cloud, without a trace of anything unusual.
"Don't tell such a lame joke, hey!" Tengen Uzui shouted at Lexon.
"It's not a joke."
"It's not funny," Muichiro Tokito said to Lexon, staring at him without emotion.
"I'm not joking."
"Lexon! I think it's better to be serious!" Kyojuro Rengoku said loudly.
"I'm being very serious."
"Mr. Lexon, you always say the most inappropriate things..." Shinobu Kocho said, the corner of her mouth twitching.
"I'm telling the truth."
"There's a limit to arrogance!" Sanemi Shinazugawa's face was filled with anger.
"I'm not being arrogant."
"Namu Amida Butsu. Has the evil demon part of you taken over? You poor, pitiful child..." Gyomei Himejima once again clasped his hands together, two streams of clear tears flowing down again.
'You really cry a lot.'
Lexon looked at his face and grumbled inwardly.
"It never took over."
"How is that possible?!! What nonsense are you talking about! I won't trust it, I won't trust it!" Obanai Iguro's eyes were sharp as he spoke words of disbelief.
"Oh."
"You basta—"
"Mr. Lexon, something like that is too incredible, how could it be possible!" Even Mitsuri Kanroji straightened up and said to Lexon.
"But it's true."
"It's no use looking at me like that, Mr. Tomioka. I'm really not lying," Lexon said to Giyu Tomioka, who had been staring at him seriously the whole time. "And Tanjiro, Nezuko, you two don't have to look at me so worriedly either. There's really nothing wrong with my head."
"That's why I said you'd find it hard to believe," seeing everyone's reaction, Lexon waved his hand helplessly.
"It's not that we don't believe you, it's just..." Shinobu said with some hesitation.
"It's too incredible! It's clearly a lame joke! Not flamboyant at all!" Tengen Uzui continued.
"Lexon, did your brain get smashed too many times during your fight with the demons!" Kyojuro Rengoku said with concern.
'That sounds really awful. Is that how you talk to your savior?'
Lexon glanced at him and thought to himself.
"Hah, he must have been hit by a Blood Demon Art. His mind isn't right," Obanai Iguro said gloomily.
"Even if you were hit, I wouldn't be."
"You basta—"
"Lexon," Kagaya Ubuyashiki spoke again. The others immediately fell silent, avoiding interrupting the Master's question. "Are you truly not joking?"
He re-emphasized his question.
"No," Lexon's answer was still as firm as ever.
"..."
Faced with Lexon's firm answer, out of his trust in him, Kagaya Ubuyashiki also began to waver slightly.
But it was only a slight wavering. Deep down, like everyone else, he didn't believe such an absurd thing could happen.
And it was understandable.
One moment, at the Hashira meeting, they were on guard against Muzan Kibutsuji, in awe of the great strength of him and his subordinates, the Twelve Kizuki's Upper Ranks, making vows, strengthening their resolve, and improving their strength...
The next moment, you're saying you blew up the Upper Ranks and steamrolled Muzan?
How many months has it been?
How many months has it been?
A few months later, you just come over and tell us you solo-cleared the whole thing?
Who would believe your words?!!
This wasn't just ridiculous, it was absolutely, absurdly ridiculous!
Who would dare to believe it!!
However, Kagaya Ubuyashiki still asked Lexon very calmly, "Then where is the Kibutsuji you captured alive?"
"In here," Lexon pointed to a pot at his waist. "I put him in a pot with my Blood Demon Art."
"What is his condition now?" Kagaya continued.
"Not good. To prevent him from lashing out and hurting people, he only has a sliver of demonic power keeping him alive right now," Lexon said leisurely.
"Then can you release him?"
"Are you all prepared?" Lexon asked in return.
"Always prepared," a smile of unknown meaning appeared on Kagaya's scarred face.
[Demonization]
Blood Demon Art: Different World in a Pot.
[End Demonization]
The dense, ominous aura came quickly and went quickly.
Everyone in the courtyard only felt a moment of discomfort, and then they found that a deformed and miserable figure had appeared in their midst.
It was sprawled on the ground like a pile of mud. Its body was covered with huge wounds that were clearly made by a sword, and most of its skin seemed to have been burned, appearing somewhat reddish-black and charred.
'Ah, right. Things locked in the pot seem to get burned.'
Lexon suddenly remembered an important detail.
'To think he still hasn't been killed by that... I had only left him with a tiny bit of demonic power to keep him alive. Although he looks even more on the verge of death now... Hmm, his life force is tenacious, worthy of praise.'
Lexon thought to himself as he looked at Muzan's current state.
"Although it might look a little hard to believe," Lexon looked at the pile of mud that was Muzan on the ground and said, "this is that guy, Kibutsuji."
"Mr. Lexon, don't take us for fools," Mitsuri Kanroji said. "A few months ago, you said you couldn't beat Kibutsuji at all. How could he end up like this?"
All the Hashira present had seen Muzan's human male form. The Muzan sprawled on the ground was indeed in his human male state, but he had been cut up by Lexon to the point of being completely unrecognizable, so they couldn't judge by his appearance either.
Just as Lexon was about to speak and respond, he heard Tanjiro's furious roar.
"Muzan Kibutsuji!"
He had smelled the scent of Kibutsuji, a scent that was carved into his very soul. The tragic scene at his home, his deceased family, his demonized sister, the innocent passersby in Asakusa, Kyoto, and the countless demons and people who had suffered because of Muzan Kibutsuji flashed through his mind...
In an instant, as if an endless fire of rage had surged into his heart.
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