Anime Crossover: My Cheat Code is Myself

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Without the control of the head, the body is unable to release the protective slashes on its own.

Just now, he watched as Xia Yan uttered the Breath of the Storm and then drew a menacing, all-black pistol with decorative patterns from his waist!

No, judging from its size and caliber, it wouldn't be wrong to call it a "hand cannon"!

Without any pause, he fired seven shots in quick succession, all of them exploding, precisely severing his own head!

"call--"

"It is 39cm long, weighs 16kg, has a capacity of 6 rounds, a caliber of 13mm, a cartridge case made of a special alloy of granite and ferrosilicon, and contains the MABERS chemical cartridge case NNA9, equipped with a Nichirin steel bullet!"

Xia Yan gently blew away the smoke emanating from the muzzle of the gun, twirled it twice in his hand as if showing off, and then tucked it back into his waistband.

"This move is called—"

"—Storm Breathing: Ultimate Technique: Pick-up Form: Ashina Seven Spears!"

"This isn't a combat technique at all! You despicable scoundrel—!!!"

Kokushibo's head, which had fallen to the ground, emitted a hoarse roar.

However, neither the head nor the neck showed any signs of regeneration.

Because both the cartridge case and the bullet are made of gorilla-red sand iron, it is only natural that the bullets fired from this gun have the ability to kill demons!

Furthermore, under Xia Yan's control of natural energy, the bullets can even enter a state similar to a cinnabar blade.

"Huh? Shooting from the side doesn't count as swordsmanship? The sword is not such a cumbersome thing!"

Xia Yan shrugged, a mocking smile playing on his lips, as if he were actually quite proud of it.

"You despicable bastard! Is this how a swordsman acts?! Don't you have any sense of samurai spirit at all?!"

"Samurai spirit? Hmph..."

Xia Yan repeated the words Kokushibo had said, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

They seemed to find it somewhat unbelievable that he would say that word.

"I can't believe that a samurai like you, who murdered his lord, actually has the nerve to mention the term 'samurai spirit'!?"

"If I were you, I would have committed seppuku out of shame long ago!" His tone carried three parts mockery, three parts surprise, two parts sigh, and two parts ridicule.

"Oh, I forgot, you're Muzan's dog, so even if you wanted to commit suicide, you couldn't!"

"Upper Moon One, hahaha, how pathetic..."

How tragic.

Xia Yan's words struck Kokushibo's heart like a heavy hammer.

It seems my younger brother once said something similar...

In Kokushibo's mind, that face, which was like a nightmare, was once again imprinted on his heart.

Whether in childhood, adulthood, or old age, everything is so clear it's as if I could see it every day.

How tragic, elder brother...

Yoriichi, is this why you said I was pitiful?

His dream was clearly to become the strongest samurai in the country.

In order to catch up with you, he did not hesitate to become so ugly, betrayed and killed his former lord, and survived for nearly five hundred years.

In the face of so-called "geniuses," I am still weak and helpless. What was the point of becoming like this?!

What is the meaning of my existence?!

Yoriichi, can you tell me!?

Am I only here to highlight "geniuses" like you?!

No! That's not it!!

Although the wounds felt like they were being burned by raging flames, my body did not break down!

As long as you can get through this pain, you can be reborn!

His gun was out of bullets!

Then I will be able to overcome the death caused by beheading!

Then it will turn into the stalemate we had before!

There's still quite a while until dawn, and since he's human, he'll eventually get tired!

That's right! I haven't lost yet!

I'm willing to become like this for the sake of victory!

That's why we can't afford to lose!

"That's right! I will never lose to anyone again!"

Even if I've already been beheaded, I will never lose a second time!!!

"Ughh ...

Kokushibo roared again, as if possessed.

At the same time, his body was trembling uncontrollably, undergoing another mutation!

The blades that had covered his body disappeared, turning into hideous tentacles. The flesh around his neck writhed, no longer gushing blood.

If the bullet that severed his neck hadn't been caused by Xia Yan's high-purity Crimson Blade, he might have even been able to regenerate a head!

Chapter 442 How do you feel?

Driven by intense emotions, Kokushibo transcended the boundaries of his status as a "demon," and even after his head was severed by the crimson blade, he did not die.

"Ughh ...

"I haven't lost yet! Narukami Natsuhiko—!!!"

"I will never lose to you!"

"I have overcome death; any attack, except for the sun, is meaningless to me now!"

"That way I won't lose to anyone anymore!!!"

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The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh interrupted Kokushibo's roar.

A red-hot blade, like a branding iron, pierced through Kokushibo's heart from behind, emerging from his chest to reveal a blade over a meter long.

"It's no use! Even if you have a red blade just like Yoriichi's, you still can't kill me!"

Despite the excruciating pain emanating from his internal organs, which felt as if they were being burned by raging flames, Kokushibo's severed head fell to the ground and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Oh, is that so?"

His response was Xia Yan's dismissive sneer.

"Your pathetic, stubborn clinging-to-the-life attitude, refusing to admit defeat, is utterly repulsive!"

"If 647 survives the decapitation strike, so what?!"

"Time to explode the gold coins, Old Biden!"

"Use the blazing blade to teleport with ripples! Crimson Ripple Dash!!!"

Symbolizing vitality, the golden sparks, as brilliant as the sun, transformed into a magnificent crimson after being transmitted through the Crimson Blade!

The moment of final battle has arrived.

All plans have been perfectly executed, and Muzan has no chance of escaping.

Xia Yan naturally no longer needed to hide his Ripple power, which was like a demon slayer!

I'm not pretending anymore, I'm the Ripple Messenger, I'm coming clean!

Although the ripples had not yet touched Kokushibo's body, just looking at the dazzling sparks was enough to give Kokushibo a fear of facing the sun directly.

That is the fear of the sun etched into every cell!

"Stop, you fucking bastard...you...you...you can't...you can't...you can't do this...you can't!"

Despite Kokushibo's vehement resistance, he was ultimately powerless to change anything!

Crimson ripples flowed along the crimson blade and poured directly into Kokushibo's body, as if boiling water had been poured into butter!

"Hahahaha! Kokushibo, how are you feeling now? How are you feeling now?!"

Xia Yan let out a hearty laugh.

"Ughhhhhhh—" Kokushibo screamed in agony, "This is... sunlight!!? My... my body is melting!"

The instant the ripples entered his body, Kokushibo's flesh, which was tougher than diamond, felt as if it had been touched by a spark of fire.

Centered on the spot where the chest was pierced, it melted and turned into specks of ashes.

"This excruciating pain..."

"This level of popularity..."

"Is this what defeat is...?"

"Ah...in the end...in the end I didn't get anything..."

“I abandoned my family, my wife and children, my identity as a human being, and even the dignity of a samurai…”

"Is it still not good after going to this extent?"

Although there was no way to stop death, because the head had already separated from the body, Kokushibo's head was not directly cremated by Ripple like the body.

Instead, like a ghost that has been beheaded normally, it slowly turns into ashes.

"What was the purpose of my birth into this world, you can tell me, you demon slayer..."

As if pleading, Kokushibo looked at Natsuhiko who was walking towards him, his six eyes filled with longing.

Nearly five hundred years of life brought him only an equal amount of confusion.

"Who cares about you! Just die, you piece of trash!"