Demon Slayer: Can I add points to my Breathing Technique?

Cold sweat beaded on Dojima's forehead and dripped onto the dusty floor.

He wasn't afraid of the monstrous tumor.

Instead, it was a gigantic monster that followed closely behind, its outline gradually emerging in the hazy moonlight.

It was a deformed body covered in sticky, slimy tissue.

A deformed body with constantly pulsating, proliferating tumor-like tissue.

Although it can be barely discerned as a human figure, it has actually deviated far from the concept of a "human" image.

A huge shadow almost filled the doorway, and a nauseating, putrid stench wafted out.

"What, are your legs going weak with fear?"

"But even if you're scared, I won't let you go..."

"After all, I haven't planted my seed inside you yet."

As the tumor demon spoke, he stretched out his hand.

He grabbed the small tumor-like creature in front of it, and ignoring its struggles, pressed it into his own body.

Yes, press it in.

It's like pressing a lump of soft mud into a swamp.

On Dojima, you can even see them wriggling and gradually merging together.

Soon, a face that looked seven or eight parts like the little tumor demon from before appeared on the lump on the other party's shoulder blade.

It seemed to be struggling to separate itself from the other.

But the other party pressed it back into their body as if nothing had happened.

"Hehe, sorry, my clones have been a bit too lively lately."

"But don't worry. I won't let them bother us."

On the demon's face, pieced together from tumors, squeezed out a grotesque smile that could be described as "friendly".

Dojima felt a churning in his stomach upon seeing this.

But he still kept a straight face and gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, not daring to show any weakness.

Because every cell in his body was telling him that the evil spirit in front of him was likely far stronger than him.

(As shown in the picture, the reason there are fewer stepsons is because the training intensity is high.)

Chapter 54 Even if it's a slash, so what?

Seeing that Dojima seemed too frightened to move, the tumor demon didn't linger any longer.

With a wave of his hand, five or six walnut-sized tumors shot straight toward the swordsman.

[Second Form: Ascending Blaze]

Almost simultaneously, the swordsman unleashed his familiar sword technique.

A scorching upward sword light cleaved the tumor in two.

"Sorry, I have no intention of sitting idly by and waiting to die."

Forcibly calming his turbulent emotions, Dojima Kazuma adopted a composed kendo stance, his gaze fixed on the demon.

He said coldly, "So, shut your mouth, monster."

The kind smile on the tumor demon's face deepened.

This is what the swordsmen who came to the textile factory looked like before.

In even more distant memories, the swordsmen who were eventually devoured by it were just like that.

Mingming was terrified.

But they insist on using words and self-hypnosis to bolster their courage.

Then it struggles futilely with that fragile little toothpick until it finally yields to its perfect body.

Ultimately, it was forcefully injected into the seed.

It enjoys this kind of "flirting" that carries a hint of rebellion.

Instead of using his full strength, the tumor demon toyed with its prey and pressed down on the swordsman opposite it.

They might unleash their sharp claws, or charge forward with brute force.

Although their powerful physique gave these wild punches considerable force,

However, for Dojima, who has undergone rigorous training and has extensive experience in slaying demons, it is still not a fatal threat.

You can dodge it!

I can still fight back!

Wielding their Nichirin Blades, they either desperately dodge the opponent's claws or slash and deflect the opponent's swinging arms.

Dojima kept changing his pace, quickly closing the distance with the demon.

After dodging the opponent's heavy punch by turning to the side, the distance had been reduced to the optimal position.

That is the range within which the blade of the Nichirin Blade can reach the opponent's neck.

The swordsman's eyes narrowed the next second.

[Complete Collection - Flame Breathing!]

[Second Form: Ascending Blaze]

It was far more decisive and ferocious than the previous strike.

This strike embodied all his energy and spirit; it was a self-sacrificing attack delivered with complete concentration of his breath.

The flames successfully severed the opponent's neck.

Dojima: We won?

Even he felt a vague sense of unease and strangeness.

The feel... something's not right...

It wasn't like severing flesh and blood; it was more like a full-force slash into thick, elastic gelatinous material.

It was exactly the same as when I attacked its clone before!

Before the swung Nichirin Blade could be retracted, Dojima saw that the demon's head was still intact and remained on its neck.

Rather than saying it cut through, it's more accurate to say that his blade merely "passed through" the phantom of the opponent's neck.

"You don't think you've already beheaded me, do you?"

Dojima's pupils contracted sharply, and he sheathed his sword and retreated hastily.

"Gurgle...gurgle hahaha...hahahaha!"

The demon's twisted laughter echoed through the workshop, filled with gleeful mockery.

"Good eyesight, good awareness, and good swordsmanship. But... this young swordsman."

"Slashes are ineffective against me."

It slowly and deliberately stroked its neck with that deformed finger.

The neck, covered in cysts, showed absolutely no signs of being slashed.

"Is the knife very fast?"

"But as long as my body knows it's coming before the knife touches me... then, *swoosh*~"

"Just make sure that the neck, arms, and other areas that have been slashed are opened up first."

It made a splitting motion with its hand.

"Your little toothpick will pass through the passage I've deliberately made. Then, after your knife has passed, with a snap, I'll close the gap."

"Isn't this blood demon magic quite interesting?"

"And with each strike, my body will remember your shape, making the next split faster and more skillful."

"It can satisfy your desire to kill me at will, and it can also make me stronger."

"This is a wonderful cycle between us~"

Dojima clenched his teeth, his eyes somewhat gloomy.

How can it be? !

This shameless blood demon magic.

Dojima's veins bulged, and his grip on the hilt of the sword made a series of cracking sounds.

"Don't believe me? Then... try it again!"

The demon spread its arms wide, even offering its neck forward, its face displaying an undisguised mockery.

【First Form: Shiranui】

Fourth Form: Vortex of Blazing Flames

Since one strike is useless, I'll keep swinging my knife and chop you into mincemeat!

Dojima's figure transformed into flames, and the blade, from different angles and with varying force, swept across the demon's body time and time again.

Limbs, head, waist and abdomen.

Each strike carries an unwavering will and sharpness.

But each attempt was in vain.

The blade struck the opponent's body as if it were cutting into a thicker liquid.

Pass through, then mend.

The evil spirit even deliberately caused parts of its body to "split" into small chunks of flesh along with its blade.