Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Ordinary swordsmen were insignificant figures in this battle, their strength so minuscule that neither Kiyokawa Izumi, nor Upper Moon Five, nor Gyokko paid them any real attention.

Kiyokawa Izumi had only one request for them—don't hold them back, and make sure they survive.

But it was these unassuming guys who were the first to break their own limits, overcome their fears, and actually take action.

They did not abandon the pillar and run away out of fear or dread.

When they drew their Nichirin swords and destroyed the surrounding pots, the jewel pot was furious, for such an act was tantamount to defiling its work of art!

These insignificant people aren't like Doma; that one's strength is indeed far greater than it's. Putting its artwork on a woman's head, even if they have objections, they can only keep quiet about it.

Enraged, it manipulated the goldfish to attack the ordinary team members, unleashing countless venomous needles from the goldfish's bulging gills.

At that moment, the ordinary team members felt their breathing suddenly stop.

"Isn't this a bit too disrespectful of me?"

Amidst the chaotic flashing of swords, Kiyokawa Izumi, who stood in front of the ordinary team members, spoke calmly.

He really is a rather unqualified pillar.

If it were the Flame Pillar here, those thoughts wouldn't have even crossed his mind. He would only be thinking about how to protect the others and how to slay the demons in front of him.

In comparison, Kiyokawa Izumi is simply unqualified.

Having survived so many life-or-death battles, what is there to hesitate about now?

"It's just death, nothing more. Someone who's already died once, is they really afraid of dying?"

"Knowing all its abilities, knowing its personality, it's just fighting the strong with the weak—isn't that how it's always done? What's so special about the Upper Moon?"

"Even those ordinary team members can overcome their fear. Am I, this irresponsible pillar, really not even as good as them?"

Kiyokawa Izumi's breathing rhythm suddenly changed.

Excess air is inhaled into the lungs, the heart pounding behind the sternum makes a dull, drum-like sound, and hot blood carrying an overload of oxygen rushes into every part of the body.

Beneath his skin, veins bulged menacingly, and his taut muscles suddenly erupted, giving Yu Hu no time to control the goldfish again. He traversed a distance of over ten meters in an instant.

"Third Form Silent Three-Stage - Instant Approach!"

Without any skill involved, in the extreme burst of power, his body seemed to merge into the darkness, and then reappear in the demon's sight in an instant.

Jade Pot's pupils suddenly contracted; compared to the previous one or three, it was not good at close combat.

At that moment, it was also an instinctive dodge.

The goldfish, suspended in mid-air, was instantly killed.

Yu Hu narrowly escaped the attack and has already appeared elsewhere.

"You were so close! Your attack was pointless; it was impossible for it to touch me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Before the words were even finished, a tiny wound appeared on the neck of the jade pot. It belatedly touched it, and for the first time, its haughty attitude began to change.

For a brief moment just now, this pillar really did pose a threat to it.

Is it about inhaling a large amount of air to instantly increase speed? A straight, unskilled charge—this move is only somewhat useful the first time it's used.

The great Jade Pot Master would never suffer a second time!

"Daring to daydream in front of me? Don't you take me seriously?"

A detached voice came from behind, startling Yu Hu.

How was he able to make that judgment so quickly? There were clearly so many pots!

There was no strong presence; the sounds of breathing or movement should have been very noticeable in the quiet of the night.

But this man seemed to be hiding himself in darkness.

"Blood Demon Art: Water Prison Bowl!"

Your burst of speed when you exerted yourself was indeed very fast, and your reaction speed also surprised the ghost.

But so what?

You swordsmen rely too much on breathing techniques, using breathing to improve your physical fitness—but once you can't breathe, you become incredibly vulnerable.

A jade pot engraved with wave patterns appeared in his hand, and a large amount of highly viscous, water-like liquid gushed towards the Qingchuan Spring.

"I have memorized the locations of all the jade pots in the vicinity."

"Faced with me charging towards you, you'll inevitably resort to this move... Knowing all your abilities, why do you think I can't dodge it?"

"Spinning heel!"

With a second burst of breath, Kiyokawa Izumi's legs suddenly exerted force, repeatedly shifting positions around the jade pot. The water, suspended in the air, seemed unable to find its target, constantly passing through him and leaving afterimages.

When a regular pillar encounters this person alone, without knowing their abilities, there is no room for error in the face of this move.

This gave Yu Hu great confidence, believing that he could kill Qing Chuanquan with the same move and keep his body intact.

But it's clearly overthinking things.

The final act!

"General!"

On the third breath, he felt as if his lungs were about to burst. Even though he had mastered the Total Concentration Technique, his body still couldn't withstand this explosive breathing.