Without a nichirin blade, it’s only possible to truly kill them by fighting until all of their regenerative factors are exhausted.
If the injuries are not severe, a demon can recover in moments.
As for whether reality is like this, only personal experience will tell!
Could a power system like Cursed Energy, which is completely different, hinder a demon’s regeneration?
“Itadori, use the ‘blade’ I gave you, following my instructions.”
“Throw yourself into the fight!”
“Okay!!”
Itadori’s blood surged, and he drew the paper ‘nichirin blade’ from his waist!
The blade of this ‘nichirin blade’ was straight, imbued with immense Cursed Energy by Satoru, emitting a terrifying aura.
Three demons of different forms appeared before the group, blocking their path!
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro’s eyes narrowed, and almost instinctively, he stepped forward half a pace, his Divine Dogs beside him ready to pounce!
Battle was imminent!
Satoru moved like lightning, a sonic boom sounded, and he disappeared from his spot.
“Divergent Fist, activate!”
Amidst his low roar, the terrifying Cursed Energy wrapped around his fist suddenly erupted, emitting a visible pale blue glow!
“Bang!”
With a dull thud, Lower Rank Two, who was the first to try to use a Blood Demon Art, didn’t even have time to react before his chest was directly pierced by Satoru’s punch!
“It’s not over yet!”
Satoru flashed, grabbing its head!
“Go!”
He roared, his arm muscles tensed, and he slammed the entire demon into a nearby large tree.
Tree bark exploded, wood chips flew, and brains splattered!
The entire tree trunk trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread from the point of impact.
The demon was directly embedded into the tree, unable to move for a moment!
Satoru’s eyes lit up!
As a continuous damage, the Cursed Energy constantly suppressed the demon’s wound, preventing it from fully recovering.
If he could shatter it with one blow, wouldn’t it be an instant kill?
Satoru didn’t know if all the settings in this world followed the constraints of the original work.
But Satoru knew that brute force worked wonders!
Even against someone like Muzan, who had a conceptual regeneration setting.
If he was completely shattered, Muzan would still die!
Although in the original setting, Muzan would not die even if decapitated by a nichirin blade.
Even after Kagaya Ubuyashiki’s self-detonation and being smashed in the head by Gyomei Himejima’s spiked flail, he was fine; only the light of the sun and Sun Breathing Thirteenth Form could destroy him.
Recalling how Hantengu, Kokushibo, and even Muzan reached their regeneration limits in the original work.
Then, if he reached that limit, wouldn’t unleashing the full power of Sukuna’s finger make defeating Muzan a piece of cake!
“Fushiguro / Megumi!
Itadori!”
Satoru struck successfully, without stopping, his voice cold.
“Understood!” Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro understood.
“Nue, Divine Dogs!
Interfere with it!”
The giant bird Shikigami in the air emitted a dazzling electric light, striking Lower Rank Six.
The two Divine Dogs, one black and one white, shot out like arrows, precisely biting the demon’s legs, which were about to exert force.
The powerful impact and tearing force instantly restricted it, though it didn’t cause a fatal injury, it made its movements stiffen.
“Now!”
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro looked at Itadori!
Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori roared, his entire body’s strength erupting!
The paper nichirin blade in his hand burst forth with astonishing light!
“Take this!”
A fierce slash fell, and the Cursed Energy infused by Satoru poured out!
This strike was like a Getsuga Tensho!
Satoru carefully observed its body.
Sure enough!
The torso, which had not yet had time to recover, was completely annihilated under the influence of the massive Cursed Energy!
Brute force really does work wonders!
Sometimes, it’s not that the demon doesn’t react, but that you’re not strong enough!
“Wow!”
Although the paper blade softened, Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori felt incredibly cool.
He truly was a top athlete.
Itadori’s bravery was undeniable.
When it mattered, he really stepped up.
Satoru’s gaze fell on Lower Rank Four, the only one remaining on the field.
This was a small, somewhat cute, timid female demon with white hair and two horns on her forehead.
If Satoru remembered correctly, this demon’s name was Manako.
Because of her cute appearance, even though she only appeared for a few minutes, she was quite popular.
“Only you are left.”
Satoru looked at her and spoke indifferently.
The moment his voice fell, Manako’s petite body trembled violently.
Her crimson eyes were now filled with fear, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
The overwhelming disparity in strength prevented her from even conceiving the idea of resisting.
“Wuwuwu…
I, I don’t want to die…”
Sobbing with a crying voice escaped Manako’s throat.
“Then guess if you will die or not.”
Satoru’s lips curled slightly upward as he stepped forward.