Question- Is Sukuna's Domain's Max range 200m radius or diameter?
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The next moment, a clean slash appeared on Muzan's neck. Blood sprayed from the wound.
It splashed naturally onto the face of the daughter cradled in his arms. When she saw the crimson liquid on her hands, she instinctively looked up at her father's face.
Aside from the horrific wound on his neck, she saw Muzan bracing his neck with one hand and the complex expression of shock and fury twisting his features.
"Aaaaaaah—!"
The daughter's eyes went wide. She finally understood what had happened to her father and screamed uncontrollably.
But unlike his human daughter, Muzan's mind was completely blank.
The only thing he could confirm was that in that instant, he had been decapitated.
That wasn't fatal for him. The bigger problem was that he hadn't sensed it at all.
Judging by the wound's trajectory, the attack that had beheaded him had undoubtedly come from in front of him—from the direction of the man who had called out to him.
That was absolutely not a Blood Demon Art.
As the Original Demon, he could state that with one hundred percent certainty.
What had he done? What did he want?
The pendants dangling from Sukuna's ears grew increasingly conspicuous in Muzan's vision.
The daughter's screams immediately drew the attention of nearby pedestrians. But because Asakusa's streets were crowded, only those closest could see what was happening.
Those farther away heard the sound but couldn't see through the crowd.
"Tch. Annoying." Sukuna's complaint was followed by his daughter losing her head as well. She could no longer make a sound.
This time, it wasn't just Muzan's daughter. The same slash also killed Muzan's wife, who had turned around at the scream.
Muzan paid no attention to his dead daughter or wife. Through Sukuna's second attack, he vaguely figured out the presence of invisible slashes.
And Sukuna, through that single slash, had confirmed that the man before him was a demon.
Muzan dropped the headless corpse of his daughter.
Within moments, everything escalated. The screams, the unexplained deaths of a woman and a girl—the street descended into panic.
"Aaaaah, someone's dead!"
"Be-beheaded...!"
Amid the chaos of screaming and fleeing crowds, only Sukuna and Muzan stood their ground, facing each other.
Sukuna regarded Muzan with interest. He wanted to see what was so special about the Demon King hiding among humans, and whether he could live up to Sukuna's expectations.
Muzan's expression flickered as he spoke. "You're not human, and you're not a demon. What the hell are you?"
The moment the word "hell" left his mouth, Sukuna struck again to teach this rude creature a lesson.
This time, he didn't aim for the head. He aimed for Muzan's legs. He would manually correct Muzan to the proper height.
Muzan sensed the incoming attack this time, but the distance was too close. He wasn't accustomed to this kind of fight and couldn't dodge.
One slash struck Muzan's thighs. The other landed below his knees.
Blood sprayed. Flesh and bone parted. Even though Muzan had raised his guard, his severed legs caused his whole body to fall.
Muzan was not wholly unprepared. His regeneration kicked in immediately, reconnecting the severed tissue. But the fact that he had been put on the defensive in a single exchange was undeniable.
Still, Muzan actually felt reassured. Even if these invisible slashes were troublesome, they didn't hinder his regeneration.
That meant the man's attacks couldn't truly threaten his life.
While Muzan was distracted, Sukuna grabbed him by the neck and spoke in confusion.
"What's with you?"
Muzan's behavior was completely different from what Sukuna had expected. He thought the man would be enraged by the probing attacks and go all out.
Instead, besides seeing Muzan's impressive regenerative ability, all Sukuna saw was his face cycling through expressions as he pondered something.
In truth, Muzan had already started thinking about retreat.
He didn't know what Sukuna wanted or what other abilities he might have. And most importantly—why was this mysterious man wearing the earrings of that man from so long ago?
What Muzan felt most from Sukuna was an unknown fear. It reminded him of the fear he had felt when his body couldn't regenerate against that man.
Within seconds, Muzan's legs had fully regenerated. But Sukuna still didn't understand why the man was ignoring him.
Up close, Sukuna was certain this man was stronger than every demon he had seen so far—overwhelmingly so.
Stronger than all the demons he had killed combined. So why wouldn't he fight?
"Hey!"
Sukuna tightened his grip on Muzan's neck. He decided that if the man still didn't respond, he would just dice him up wit and see if he could ignore him then.
But then a gunshot rang out.
Sukuna felt the pain of a bullet lodging into his back.
The commotion had alerted a three-man patrol from the Asakusa Police Station.
Seeing two bodies on the ground and Muzan's gruesome state, they naturally assumed Sukuna—hand on his sword, choking Muzan—was responsible.
But the shooting wasn't deliberate. The young officer had simply never seen anything like this and accidentally pulled the trigger in shock.
And the gunshot acted like a signal. Muzan, still in Sukuna's grip, suddenly changed. His flesh and tissue swelled unnaturally.
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