The World On His Shoulders | Demon slayer x Male reader

Chapter XXXV

Content warning: Violence, a lot of it.

3rd Person's POV

Y/N stood before Akaza, his torn hakama pants the only barrier against the cold morning air.

 Blood dripped from his numerous wounds. Akaza, grinning wildly in his weakened state, seemed almost delighted by the prospect of a bare-knuckled brawl.

"Been looking forward to this," Akaza taunted, his voice excited. "I wonder if you will last more than 5 minutes."

Y/N grunted, ignoring the pain in his body. "Talking less would do you good," he shot back, trying to distract himself from the agony.

The two charged at each other, Y/N's fists clenched. He threw the first punch, a solid right hook aimed at Akaza's jaw. The demon dodged, countering with a swift jab that caught Y/N in the ribs.

Y/N winced but kept up his assault. He delivered a series of fast punches. Akaza, though poisoned, matched him blow for blow, his demonic strength still formidable.

Their fists collided, the sound echoing like thunder. Y/N felt the shock up his arm, his muscle strain flaring with pain. He ignored it, using his good leg to land a roundhouse kick. The kick connected with Akaza's shoulder, sending the demon stumbling back.

"Is that all you've got?" Akaza asked, wiping blood from his lip. He lunged forward, launching a flurry of punches. Y/N blocked and dodged, but a few strikes slipped through, one catching him squarely in the jaw, rattling his already affected head.

Y/N staggered but recovered quickly, grappling with Akaza. They struggled, each trying to overpower the other. Y/N managed to throw Akaza over his shoulder, but the effort wrenched his injured back painfully.

As they separated, Y/N resisted the urge to use Total Breathing Concentration, conserving his energy for the final move he had in mind. Instead, he relied on his natural strength and fighting knowledge, throwing calculated strikes, aiming for Akaza's weakened points.

Akaza, amused by Y/N's resilience, held back his full power, prolonging the fight.

Y/N spat blood through gritted teeth.

They clashed again, a brutal exchange of fists and feet. Y/N's punches were precise, focused on wearing Akaza down. Akaza, in turn, aimed at Y/N's injuries.

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7 minutes away before the sun reached them.

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Y/N and Akaza engaged in a visceral, no-holds-barred fight. Y/N executed a swift elbow strike aimed at Akaza's temple, followed by a reverse punch to the demon's solar plexus.

Akaza chuckled darkly, unfazed by the blows.

Akaza responded with a vicious backhand strike. Y/N narrowly evaded, feeling the wind from the blow brush his face. He countered with a spinning hook kick, aiming for Akaza's head. The kick connected, but Akaza merely shook it off, his constitution absorbing the impact.

Y/N's muscle strain in the abdomen flared with each punch he threw. His twisted ankle throbbed painfully, limiting his mobility. Even when using Tengen's muscle control technique to shield his vital organs, each of Akaza's strikes felt like a hammer, threatening to shatter his body.