Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Ladies and gentlemen, on this beautiful night, let's enjoy my work."

A bronze-colored jade pot appeared before everyone. Accompanied by clapping, ink-black water gushed from the mouth of the pot, creating an extremely disturbing scene.

The five demon-slaying swordsmen were now locked in a silent struggle, their Nichirin Blades still tightly gripped in their hands, their young faces bearing expressions of pain, despair, or perhaps anger.

"The End of the Demon Slayer Swordsman - what do you all think of this name? To preserve the swordsman element, I deliberately didn't remove my Nichirin Blade."

Look at those calloused hands, the muscles forged through rigorous training, the despair and resentment in their dying moments—it's truly a perfect work of art, don't you all think so?

Upper Moon Five, Yuichi, was completely absorbed in his own world.

Seeing this unpleasant scene, Kiyokawa Izumi was surprisingly able to accept it, while the two teammates behind him felt their stomachs churning, and one of them even vomited up his dinner in great resentment.

So disgusting, so infuriating.

But their bodies were unexpectedly unable to exert any strength. Undeniably, fear lingered in their hearts, and they were indeed frightened.

"Pure evil to the extreme, a completely distorted value system—you truly deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kiyokawa Izumi's body disappeared from the spot, and the Nichirin Blade in his hand was silently drawn. The dark silver blade seemed to be hidden in the darkness, without revealing the slightest bit of killing intent.

Compared to monsters like the first and third, Yu Hu is not particularly special; he will die if his head is cut off.

This is perhaps the greatest form of fairness.

Although his mind was still filled with all sorts of random thoughts, his hands were moving quickly.

He drew his sword and swung it without disturbing the surrounding air; the sharp blade silently sliced ​​across Yu Hu's neck.

"I haven't finished introducing myself yet! You have no appreciation whatsoever, you extremely rude bastard!"

Seeing such a perfect work of art, don't you feel awe?

The sound came from another direction.

"The feel of swinging the sword is off... It's definitely not this easy to deal with... Jade Pot can use these pots to move at high speed, and speed isn't my strength at all. This is troublesome!"

When he looked up again, his blood-red Sharingan appeared, and in an instant, he memorized the locations of all the pots around him.

"We must be extremely careful of the Jade Pot's Blood Demon Art! We mustn't get trapped by the liquid it summons, or we'll surely die!"

Knowing my opponent's abilities, can I really outlast Muichiro in his blank state?

"calm! 』

"To attack or to defend?"

Kiyokawa Izumi, feeling immense pressure, was also in a state of feigned calmness—he couldn't calm down at all; although his face remained expressionless, his thoughts were a jumbled mess.

I don't know whether to attack or defend.

I never intended to take down Yu Hu by myself!

The gap between the two sides is too large; he cannot do it.

They didn't even have a clue how to fight.

Kiyokawa Izumi knew that her condition was very wrong, but she couldn't help but ask herself, "Am I really more talented than Tokito Muichiro?"

Can I swing my sword faster than that guy?

Are my attacks and movements as elusive and elusive as his, so difficult to catch?

"What beautiful eyes! They seem to carry an air of evil and misfortune. How exciting!"

A blue jade pot engraved with aquatic plant patterns appeared out of thin air, and two bright red goldfish emerged from the mouth of the pot. Their gills were visibly bulging, and as they hovered in the air and swayed their tails, they spat out a large number of poisonous needles like a fine drizzle.

"Blood Demon Art: Thousand Needle Fish Killing!"

"Second Form: Infinite Kill - Multi-Symphony!"

Dazzling flashes of light danced across the night, the clanging of metal against metal filled the air. Under the gaze of the Sharingan, Kiyokawa Izumi could clearly see the trajectory of each poisoned needle as it sliced ​​through the air.

An invisible barrier seemed to rise up within three inches of him, and the poisoned needles that fell to the ground made a crisp sound. Kiyokawa Izumi neither dodged nor avoided the attack, and with only his swordsmanship and eyesight, he was able to withstand the blow without injury.

But he felt no excitement.

Because he knew that Yu Hu hadn't even used his full strength.

The reason for using this method was probably to preserve the integrity of his body.

His morbid personality, shaped by distorted values, meant that he cared more about what kind of work he could create with Kiyokawa Izumi than about killing her.

Although he hadn't encountered a Pillar in a long time, he didn't feel that the person in front of him posed a threat to him—in all the years since becoming an Upper Moon, he had killed far too many Pillars.

What makes Kiyokawa Izumi special compared to the others?

The two sides in the battle were naturally unequal in strength, and strangely enough, neither of them had adjusted their mindset.

One is being overly arrogant and conceited.

The other one felt he couldn't win before the match even started, so his playing style became more conservative.

"Destroy the surrounding pots!"

Just then, the official team member who was hiding in the back suddenly spoke up to the teammate next to him.

Despite their immense fear, they still drew their Nichirin Blades—they knew they were no match for the Upper Moons, and could only do their utmost to destroy the surrounding pots to create an opportunity for the Pillars.