Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Using a special breathing rhythm to improve physical fitness is quite effective."

Kokushibo, in his mental assessment, easily saw through Kiyokawa Izumi's moves.

With the added benefit of clear vision, both the breathing rhythm and the muscles exerting force are so clearly visible.

Without even drawing its weapon, it easily dodged the attack.

In the instant of the confrontation, it appeared behind Kiyokawa Izumi.

Even though the latter reacted quickly, the continuous attacks missed their mark due to the overlapping afterimages.

Kiyokawa Izumi frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable pressure. Was this the strongest Upper Moon?

No matter how concealed one's strikes are, they can hardly pose a real threat to this one—swordsmanship at its pinnacle is so powerless in its presence.

Under his continuous burst of power, he was far from being a match for Kokushibo.

An enemy who has a thorough understanding of you is simply unsolvable.

Kiyokawa Izumi was also hesitating at this moment.

Using all one's strength can certainly push one's abilities to their limit.

But he may not be able to hold on for very long.

In the brief five minutes, will the supporting pillars arrive in time? And will the Wind and Rock pillars be able to defeat the Upper Moon they encounter?

Kiyokawa Izumi's mindset had already changed.

I never thought I could beat him in a one-on-one situation.

All I could think about was how to hold it back.

While doing our best to delay, we must ensure that we don't deplete too much of our energy. Only in this way can we participate in the final siege against it.

This is a gamble.

There was no other choice but to bet everything on the Kiyokawa Spring.

We must keep this person occupied no matter what.

"Your swordsmanship is truly superb; it would be extremely impolite not to draw your sword."

"The First Form: Dark Moon, Night Palace!"

The demon blade, named "The Departed Demon Blade," was suddenly drawn. With its extreme burst of power, countless unpredictable crescent-shaped blade winds roared out, accompanied by unpredictable horizontal slashes.

Layer upon layer of overwhelming power sealed off all of Kiyokawa Izumi's escape routes in the blink of an eye.

With a single stroke, everything was utterly destroyed.

The dark silver blade blended perfectly into the night. As Kiyokawa Izumi unleashed more than a dozen slashes in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but glance at his own arm.

I almost thought my arm had been severed as well.

That would be really bad!

Under the watchful eyes of those eyes, he saw and blocked everything, from the tiny crescent-shaped blades to the lightning-fast horizontal slashes.

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is indeed superior to me."

The fusion of Blood Demon Art, Moon Breathing, and swordsmanship has indeed paved a completely new path.

His incredibly rich combat experience, the exponential increase in physical abilities brought about by his demonic transformation and demonic markings, and his masterful use of penetrating techniques… just one strike from him, and I had to exert all my strength to barely block it.

"They really are as terrifyingly strong as monsters!"

"They actually managed to block it? Maybe we should get a little more serious."

Kokushibo finally drew his special Nichirin Blade, a grotesque blade forged from his own blood and bones, which was now presented before Kiyokawa Izumi's eyes.

The red, fleshy blade was covered with densely packed eyeballs, creating an omnipresent, chilling gaze.

"Don't you feel nauseous using such a disgusting weapon?"

"Second Form: Intermittent Flash - Multi-Symphony!"

At the same time, more than a dozen slashes fell from all directions, accompanied by the sound of metal colliding. The figures of a human and a ghost constantly clashed and intersected in this small area.

Kiyokawa Izumi did indeed bring Kokushibo a great surprise.

This guy can keep up with my sword speed and still has the strength to dodge the ever-changing crescent-shaped blade winds. I haven't seen such an excellent swordsman in a long time.

It would be a real shame to kill him here.

"The Land Type: Everlasting Night, Lonely Moon - Infinity!"

Kokushibo, who completed multiple disguised slashes in the blink of an eye, showed no intention of holding back, despite his admiration for Kiyokawa Izumi.

The flying, swirling blades, accompanied by fierce slashes, overlapped so densely they resembled a fine rain, leaving no room to dodge or retreat.

Kiyokawa Izumi could hardly see how many of the ever-changing blades there were; they had unknowingly woven into an impenetrable web of death.

"They really think highly of me..."

"Type 5 - Dust-Free!"

With his muscles taut, Kiyokawa Izumi stood calmly in place, neither retreating nor dodging. The Nichirin Blade he held tightly in his hand seemed to have vanished, and an invisible barrier seemed to stand three inches in front of him.

Within the range that a Nichirin Blade can slash, Kiyokawa Izumi doesn't think he can't withstand an attack of this level.

Although the exchange between the two was brief, the intense fighting had already left Kiyokawa Izumi slightly out of breath.

We need to use all our strength to defend against this person's attack.

What made him even more desperate was that Kokushibo really hadn't used his full strength—it could have become even stronger!

There are also so-called second-stage, third-stage, and even fourth-stage processes.

"A flawless defensive sword technique, can it even block this one move?"

Kokushibo looked at Kiyokawa Izumi with some surprise and couldn't help but praise her.