Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Jade Pot was so arrogant and conceited that Kiyokawa Izumi, unleashing his full power, completely suppressed it.

With the final breath of the Silent Third Stage, the ever-expanding lungs felt as if they were about to be torn apart, and power surged upwards continuously, breaking through the current limit.

Breathing can do such amazing things.

A swift and sharp slash was delivered straight out, seemingly carrying the full force of the entire body.

"You don't really think I used my full strength, do you? Are you desperate? Angry? Resentful?"

The moment his slash missed, Kiyokawa Izumi's heart sank to the bottom of a valley—he had done the best he could at that moment.

It has an intelligence advantage, but also a distorted personality that exploits it.

But why did this strike miss?

Realizing in an instant that something was wrong, he naturally retreated repeatedly, quickly creating distance.

The original location was now surrounded by countless streams of water.

If he were even a second slower, he would experience the feeling of drowning.

A new pot appeared, and the swordsman fighting alongside him couldn't deal with it in time. Not only that, the speed at which the jade pot retracted was unimaginably fast.

A mocking smile seemed to be on that ugly, inhuman face.

The jade pot suddenly appeared on the tree, looking down at the tree with a mocking expression.

"This time it was really just a tiny bit short. Look, the blade swept through the air and sliced ​​through my neck. It was a really powerful cut."

Of all the pillars I've encountered, you're already in the top three.

With a baby-like hand gently covering the wound, the minor injury caused by Kiyokawa Izumi was healed in less than a breath.

It seemed to want to see Kiyokawa Izumi's expression of despair, which is why it made such a pretentious statement.

Your efforts are worthless because you accomplished nothing.

Even a tiny difference can lead to drastically different results.

"call--"

Kiyokawa Izumi's breathing was now unusually clear.

The Fourth Form has too long a wind-up time, so he can't use it immediately. However, due to the numerous battles he has fought against the other Pillars, he is very familiar with their fighting styles, so he can use the Fourth Form quickly.

But it's different when it comes to jade pots.

I know about its Blood Demon Art, but only in a general sense.

How long are the poison needles that are spat out? How many are there? And how wide is the range?

They knew nothing of this.

In addition, I haven't adjusted my mindset from before.

If we can use the Fourth Form and combine it with the Ultimate Burst Third Form, we might really have a chance.

After a period of intense exertion, there will inevitably be a period of sluggishness, requiring you to readjust your breathing and reawaken your somewhat fatigued body.

"If it weren't for mastering the Total Concentration Technique, he would probably be unconscious by now... Are all Upper Moons monsters like this?"

"Are you kidding me? Even if I played all my cards, it'd only make it take me a little more seriously?"

The hands gripping the Nichirin Blade tightened even more.

He was already somewhat regretful that he hadn't asked Ren for some poison before leaving.

Even if it's useless, slightly slowing down the recovery of the jade pot is still a good thing.

"Blood Demon Art: 10,000 Gliding Fish!"

Suddenly it moved, and the small hands on its sides instantly transformed into a deep blue jade pot engraved with a fish-sticking pattern.

There's no need to use the usual probing tactics anymore.

The pillar before us does indeed possess some strength.

Although it is still far inferior to Lord Jade Pot, it is worth it to use this move.

It's a bit of a pity that we couldn't get the whole body of the pillar.

Countless sticky fish, too numerous to be seen with the naked eye, emerged from the pitch-black bottle opening. The surrounding air instantly surged with a pungent, fishy smell, and as the fish swam, they created bursts of poisonous mist, creating an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to blot out the sky.

Faced with this move, both Kiyokawa Izumi and ordinary swordsmen seemed incredibly insignificant.

"What is that?"

"A monster...a monster!"

The battle here eventually drew the villagers in.

A bright light and blurry figures could be seen not far away.

The two ordinary swordsmen trembled slightly, and at this moment they could only grip their Nichirin Blades tightly.

Without flinching, seemingly resigned to their fate, they stood firmly behind Kiyokawa Izumi.

Regardless, we must shield the pillar from some of its force.

That's what I was thinking, but how could I possibly block this attack?

He couldn't use any of the sword techniques he had learned.

I couldn't help but ask myself: Can such evil spirits really be defeated by ordinary people with their flesh and blood?

"They really think highly of me! The number of sticky fish is so dense, even if I could see them clearly, how could I possibly defend myself?"

"Not only that, even if all these fish are killed, before they turn to dust, they will spray out countless amounts of venom... which will enter their lungs with their breath and be absorbed through their skin."

Kiyokawa Izumi glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye; within this area, the two were almost certainly doomed.

"Leave here! Don't hesitate, don't delay!"

Kiyokawa Izumi said in a slightly indifferent tone.

While Yu Hu's attention is entirely focused on him, he should quickly leave this place; perhaps he can escape this attack.

Seemingly because the tone was too forceful and the order was not to be refused, the two official team members could only turn around and run away with a complex mix of resentment, indignation, and a little bit of relief.