Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Kiyokawa Izumi's suggestion wasn't particularly brilliant. Previous lords or pillars might have had similar ideas, but due to practical reasons, they were unlikely to be adopted.

It's not that I lack the courage, it's just that I don't have many cards to play, that's all.

Not everyone is like this generation, able to gather so many pillars, and of such ridiculously high quality.

Even in his blank state, Giyu Tomioka might not rank in the top three in terms of strength, yet he possesses the power to instantly kill Lower Moon Five.

In the past, pillars might not have been this strong; some were only made into pillars by accumulating enough numbers.

With such weak pillars, the number might not even reach nine.

Without enough cards to play, what are you going to risk?

When in dire straits, if there are only two or three pillars, they might not be able to defeat a powerful upper moon even if they all attack together.

This generation is a bit special.

As for the first generation?

Let alone the fact that the location of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters has been exposed, would Muzan dare to show his face before Yoriichi Tsugikuni dies of old age?

When the strongest of all time passed away, the Demon Slayer Corps was probably severely damaged, which led to the interruption of many traditions, and records related to Sun Breathing may have been erased.

In comparison, this generation's lord has some merit in assembling the strongest lineup besides the first generation.

After the meeting ended, no one rushed to leave. The reason was simple: they were waiting for Kiyokawa Izumi to demonstrate his penetrating abilities.

"Mr. Yiyong, would you mind cooperating?"

The unexpected choice left Sanemi speechless. He truly hadn't expected that Kiyokawa Izumi would choose someone other than himself.

Why?

He was already ready to draw his sword when he realized that the person he had chosen was that bastard!

Why did Kiyokawa Izumi, who always enjoyed sparring with himself in previous training sessions, choose Giyuu at this moment?

Sanemi, whose expression was starting to falter, found himself inexplicably embarrassed.

Should I sheathe my sword or not?

Yi Yong, who wasn't very sociable, was somewhat surprised to see himself standing outside.

"I'm different from them!"

What this person is trying to say is that my talent is not as good as theirs, and I may not be able to achieve anything.

Perhaps I'm incapable of fully grasping it, so I might as well choose someone else.

Giyuu, who unintentionally offended others, showed no self-awareness whatsoever.

"Actually, there's no special reason. I just wanted to see your self-created Eleventh Form once again."

Kiyokawa Izumi did not choose Sanemi, not because she had any objection to him.

I just wanted to see the eleventh form of Water Breathing again, that's all.

The last time I saw this move, I tried my best, but I still couldn't break it.

Several months later, he was no longer the same person he was back then.

It's perfectly normal to want to see the Eleventh type again, one that has left a deep impression on you.

Lady Tianyin suddenly appeared, seemingly wanting to witness this battle on behalf of her lord.

Sanemi's forehead veins throbbed, feeling that Giyu was mocking him, but he couldn't argue with him at this point. He could only helplessly sheathe his sword, cross his arms, and stand aside with a disgruntled expression.

"Is that so?"

Senior Brother Yiyong nodded slowly. Despite being watched by the other pillars, he didn't feel nervous or pressured. His expression remained calm and unwavering.

As Qingchuan Quan gently exhaled a breath of stale air, he was also adjusting his state.

I've sparred with this guy so many times that I'm familiar with his playing style, and vice versa.

There is no need to test the waters.

This also saves the other pillars from waiting for half a day.

The Seventh Form: No Thought, No Reflection!

The moment he drew his Nichirin Blade, his entire aura changed. Instead of radiating a surge of fighting spirit, it was as if Kiyokawa Izumi had vanished from his sight.

His breathing became barely audible.

The lungs expanded instantly, enough to hold more air. At this moment, the hidden potential seemed to be awakened, and Qingchuanquan entered a state of full-body activation and highly active cells.

A continuous surge of power followed, and his mind and skills reached their peak, revealing his strongest state.

Having successfully reached the threshold of the transparent world, he once again entered the supreme realm.

Like a gust of wind, his figure vanished from the spot.

With no distractions in their minds, the outcome was decided in the blink of an eye.

Kiyokawa Izumi slowly sheathed his sword and began to regulate his breathing—in his normal state, he couldn't freely use the ability of penetrating vision.

Only by unleashing the ultimate technique can one reach the so-called supreme realm.

Perhaps it was because at that time, I had reached the pinnacle in both mindset and skill.

As for Mr. Giyu, his pupils contracted slightly, and when he looked down, he realized that his haori was torn.

There was no sound, no trace of the blade's movement; the only sensation was when the blade fell.

Calm and tranquil waters seem to lose their effectiveness in the face of this move.

An absolute defensive skill is not without its countermeasures.

Faster, stronger, and more numerous attacks would overwhelm him.

Ultimately, there are still limits.

Unable to see the trajectory of the sword swing, and unable to sense any aura, it was impossible to make a precise parry with minimal movement and maximum speed.