Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

With the sudden burst of light, the overlapping afterimages became indistinguishable, and one could vaguely glimpse a winding, eerie centipede, its massive body tightly locking it in place.

What terrifying explosive power! How could such a slender and frail body achieve such a feat?

Unfortunately, lacking a thorough understanding, she couldn't conceal her aura; her anger was uncontrollable, and her killing intent was obvious.

No matter how unpredictable her high-speed movement was, within the Compass Domain, where she could not completely conceal her aura, all her efforts were meaningless.

Akaza, gradually adapting to her fighting rhythm, threw incredibly precise punches.

The sharp blade had just pierced her neck when Shinobu Kocho, who had lowered her center of gravity to an extremely low position, was caught off guard and her slender blade snapped in two.

What?

Akaza, whose base stats far surpass those of Shinobu Kocho, may not harbor any murderous intent, but that doesn't mean he'll let Shinobu fight him.

Even breaking the Nichirin Blade wouldn't deter the opponent.

It will choose to knock her unconscious or break her arm.

"You are no match for me. Your Nichirin Blade is already broken. There is no need for further fighting."

Even as it came to its senses, the terrifying toxins were still eroding its body—the sharp blade had indeed cut into its neck.

Even with some assessment, the woman's speed still shocked it.

Unfortunately, it was born with inherent disadvantages.

Without sufficient strength, it would be impossible to sever its neck.

The poison they prepared, in terms of both quality and quantity, was insufficient to truly threaten the Upper Moon—the Third Brother doesn't eat women, so the possibility of food poisoning was extremely low.

"Are you kidding me?"

In his anger, veins appeared to bulge on his fair forehead.

Why is my power so weak? Why does my carefully prepared poison have absolutely no effect?

"Sister, what should I do now?"

His breathing had become rapid; after unleashing a series of attacks, he was not without some exhaustion.

"Should we give up?"

"Are you kidding me!"

What kind of determination led him to stay with the Demon Slayer Corps?

With her chest heaving slightly, she hesitated, felt unwilling, and was angry, but Shinobu Kocho did not back down, much less give up in such a ridiculous way.

Stand up!

Get moving!

No matter how much fear or dread you have, you have to take action.

The three children gripped their Nichirin Blades tightly. Faced with such a vast difference in strength, they couldn't think of a solution. Their minds were essentially on standby, with only one thought in their minds: hold onto the Nichirin Blades tightly, and then, fight.

The incomprehensible Akaza was unwilling to dawdle any longer, and just as it was about to make its move, a sharp cry shattered the tranquility of the night.

Crows circled in the night sky.

The undisguised aura—so that's it!

Akaza suddenly turned his head, his expression becoming increasingly animated due to his overwhelming excitement.

It's him!

It's definitely him!

"That's... Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi's hawk-crow!"

The words had barely left his lips when a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Not long ago, he and Muichiro Tokito were searching for demons all over the mountains. As soon as that mission was over, he was asked to meet up with Shinobu Kocho without even having time to catch his breath.

Despite rushing, I almost missed it.

"Kiyokawa Izumi!!"

The long-awaited battle is finally here, and this time, we won't let him escape!

Clearly, it still harbors resentment over the last battle.

A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the shadows, and Kiyoshi Izumi passed by Xia Liu with a nonchalant expression.

The enormous demon was startled and, without realizing it, instinctively tried to attack.

Although slow, its power is not weak.

This man, whose breath was barely audible, would be mercilessly torn to shreds by it!

Just as the fist, covered in mud, was about to fall, Kiyokawa Izumi casually said to Akaza.

"You probably don't mind if we clear the area ahead of time, right?"

It's just the last quarter moon.

Even if you mind, it won't make a difference.

Because he had already made his move a long time ago.

The mud covering the body can indeed effectively protect vital points, and ordinary swordsmen may not be able to do much about it, but at this moment, Kiyokawa Izumi is standing to the side.

Ultimately, it's just a waning crescent moon.

Isn't one-hit kill a basic skill?

The external mud was shattered by the terrifying force, and a smooth cut appeared on the dark blue neck. The huge head fell to the ground naturally.

Akaza, who remained indifferent, was not angered by this; all he did was have a lower moon killed.

"Having already entered the highest realm, will you try to escape again?"

Before Kiyokawa Izumi could even utter a word of complaint, a terrifying fist had already appeared in his sight.

The human and the ghost clashed, exchanging more than ten blows in just a few breaths.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who deliberately distanced herself, had a visible look of frustration on her face—it was really strange that the poison she had applied to the blade beforehand had no effect at all.

Could it be that this guy already has antibodies in his body?

No way?