Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Each breath was accompanied by a sharp, stabbing pain, as distinct as being cut by a knife.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and Kiyokawa Izumi's face was extremely pale; his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

But when he thought of his older brother, whose chest had been pierced, yet still persisting in fighting, and when Tokito Muichiro, who had been cut in half at the waist by Kokushibo, was on the verge of death, he never gave up.

Compared to them, isn't this little bit of pain enough to endure?

Kiyokawa Izumi held a bluish-green Nichirin Blade, its sharp tip pointing towards Gyokko. His not-so-slender figure stood ramrod straight.

Every breath was incredibly difficult, yet incredibly forceful.

He doesn't expect his lung capacity to quadruple in an instant, but as long as it reaches two or even three times, far exceeding the lung capacity of ordinary people, he will break through the limit in that instant.

Hot blood flowed rapidly through his body, his body temperature rose sharply in an instant, and his slightly reddened skin became congested.

Every cell in the body seemed to have entered a highly active state. With the special breathing rhythm, the oxygen absorption efficiency was further improved, and even the muscle density increased.

At this moment, his physical fitness was greatly improved, which is why Kiyokawa Izumi felt that activating the markings was a similar experience.

Ultimately, they all shorten one's lifespan.

They all sacrifice their lifespan to burn themselves out, breaking through some kind of internal limitation and far exceeding their current limits.

With a sudden burst of strength from his leg muscles, Qingchuanquan silently rushed in front of Yuhu and casually swung his knife, so fast that even Yuhu couldn't react in time.

Without using any sword techniques, the slashes were driven entirely by willpower, reflecting pure numerical values.

Faster, stronger, more powerful.

Even with the Nichirin Blade, which wasn't very handy for him, Kiyokawa Izumi was still a formidable threat at this moment.

His aura was released without restraint, and Yu Hu could feel the naked and undisguised killing intent.

It's a completely different state from before.

The breathing rhythm changed very noticeably, becoming unusually powerful, eerie and frightening.

With just one strike, it nearly severed its neck.

Are you kidding me?

How can someone with such severe injuries still unleash such power and speed?

Is this guy made of iron?

Can't you feel what pain is? What is agony?

Yu Hu, who quickly jumped back to create distance, felt a distinct pain in his neck and touched the Nichirin Blade that had cut into his body with surprise and uncertainty.

This human did not draw his Nichirin Blade, perhaps because he didn't have time, or perhaps on purpose.

Why?

With a touch of both hands, the Nichirin Blade transformed into a live fish at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Are you wondering why you haven't drawn your sword?"

A terrifying sound came from behind, and at that moment, Yu Hu understood what fear was.

Before the wound could heal, another swift and fierce slash came.

"Are you kidding me? How could he possibly be faster than me? Why?"

Yu Hu, who had hastily raised her arm, could only rely on the crystal-clear fish scales covering her arm to defend herself.

It must be said that its subconscious reaction was extremely correct.

It's just not as comfortable to use a Nichirin sword that isn't your own.

The second Nichirin Blade was also borrowed, and its blade also had a very faint blue hue—the user was a Water Breathing Swordsman.

No sooner had he finished speaking than his arm, which was as hard as diamond, was inexplicably severed.

At this moment, blood was flowing from both sides of Yu Hu's neck. Although the wounds were healing very quickly, Qing Chuan Quan's attacks were obviously faster.

An incomprehensible and bizarre situation has occurred to this human.

Are they markings?

Could it be the mark that Lord Muzan mentioned?

But there were no strange patterns on his face or body. Could they be hidden under his clothes?

The battle with Kiyokawa Izumi was extremely unsuccessful from the very beginning. He was constantly suppressed and suffered setbacks. Given Gyoko's extremely arrogant and twisted personality, his first reaction to such an incomprehensible situation was naturally to run away.

How could it possibly be willing to fight Kiyokawa Izumi to the death here?

Don't joke around, none of that matters as much as staying alive! Only by staying alive can you continue to pursue art!

Without any probing, Yu Hu fled without hesitation after just two strikes.

It's not that it has no chance of winning at all; on the contrary, it's 100% certain to win a war of attrition.

Driven entirely by willpower, Kiyokawa Izumi was essentially just holding on by sheer willpower; no one knew how long she could maintain it, and she might collapse at any moment.

In a race to the finish, Yu Hu will definitely be the winner.

But it is not a pure warrior after all.

Overwhelmed by fear, he didn't even notice that Kiyokawa Izumi hadn't used any sword techniques.

After switching breathing techniques, most of the sword skills that match Dark Breathing become unusable.

It's understandable that Yuhu would be frightened. Just two cuts made it feel the threat of death. If you tell it to hold on a little longer and it will win, would it believe you?

It even suspected that it would die from the third blow.

This invincible bastard will drag us out until the sun rises.

This guy's ribs should be broken, so why is he still standing? Who's the ghost here?