Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

He praised Kiyokawa Izumi's swordsmanship from a superior position.

Ultimately, it's because he genuinely believes that his strength far surpasses that of this young junior, and that he has the energy to say unnecessary nonsense since he was never forced into a corner.

An unpleasant feeling arises.

To be praised so highly by one's mortal enemy with such nonchalant attitude is nauseating.

They had already given it their all just to defend.

Kiyokawa Izumi gently exhaled a breath of stale air, already realizing how vast the gap was between him and this person.

If they continue fighting, injuries are inevitable.

They hadn't yet adapted to such a bizarre attack method, and hadn't yet revealed all of Moon Breathing's techniques. If they were not careful, even losing a hand or a foot would be considered a minor injury.

It's not surprising that they were instantly defeated.

"Then let's make a bet!"

"I'll risk my life!"

Once the move is made, there's no going back. Kiyokawa Izumi unhesitatingly used his unique trump card. During his brief training with Iwasaki, he had reached his physical limits several times and was able to maintain a full-force burst for up to five minutes.

Trusting others, I gambled that reinforcements would arrive within five minutes.

The Seventh Form: No Thought, No Reflection!

My lungs felt as if they had expanded several times in an instant, and a boiling, burning sensation came from within my body, causing my heart to pound violently in an overloaded state.

More oxygen is inhaled into the lungs, dormant potential is awakened, invisible constraints are broken, and the exhilarating feeling of surpassing limits propels strength to increase exponentially.

To shine brightest for five minutes by burning with life itself.

He thus entered the realm of clarity, and countless pieces of information converged in his mind. He could see everything clearly and narrowed the enormous gap at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Can it continue to grow stronger? Its violently beating heart has long exceeded the limits of human endurance; even if it suddenly dies, it wouldn't be surprising."

"Burning his life force to the point of near exhaustion, and yet possessing such strength despite not having mastered the markings—this generation of swordsmen is truly unexpected!"

Kokushibo directly admired Kiyokawa Izumi's transformation, even believing that he was undoubtedly the strongest of this generation—which was understandable given that he hadn't met the Stone Pillar.

Even after becoming a demon, it's not like I haven't encountered pillars before.

The previous pillars were far inferior to the first swordsman who used the Initial Breathing technique. They couldn't even make it take a little bit seriously. They could be killed easily, so how could they arouse its interest?

He maintained his superior attitude, effortlessly evaluating Kiyokawa Izumi, his casual demeanor as if he were instructing an unworthy junior.

Out of respect for this person, and out of a rare moment of interest, it slowly took off the slightly cumbersome kimono, revealing its strong and perfect upper body.

Moreover, its Nichirin Blade is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye—the further liberated Hakujin has reached an exaggerated length of 3.5 meters.

The extra blade extending from the outer edge can greatly increase the attack range, achieving incredible results.

This special and strange weapon is not something that humans can use.

Transparency versus transparency, the ultimate secret versus patterns.

The only shortcoming is his swordsmanship level; in this era, only the person before him can suppress Kiyokawa Izumi in this aspect.

Kiyokawa Izumi's figure was like the wind blowing by, or like the omnipresent air, completely imperceptible.

The overlapping afterimages vanished in an instant; with a mind free of distractions, the sharp Nichirin Blade was already swung out.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who blended perfectly into the darkness, suddenly separated during their exchange. With his back to Kokushibo, he was unaffected by the injury on his arm.

Several cuts were already visible on his jet-black haori, and tiny knife marks appeared on his left arm, from which bright red blood flowed uncontrollably, yet he managed to control it with his breathing.

At the same time, both the human and the ghost turned around.

Kokushibo instinctively covered his neck; the moment the sharp Nichirin Blade pierced his flesh, he realized something was wrong.

"Hot blood was flowing rapidly through my body, and the subtle muscle movements were deliberately misleading my judgment... Unfortunately, the hardness of the neck was beyond your expectations."

The exchange just now was so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

This wasn't the first time either side had used the "Transparent" technique. Kiyokawa Izumi was also trying his best to hide his true intentions, and the subtle changes in his muscles were deliberately misleading Kokushibo.

He can seize opportunities whenever a misjudgment occurs.

To his utter surprise, the hardness of this guy's neck was beyond imagination.

Without mastering the techniques of the Crimson Blade, it would indeed be difficult to truly threaten Kokushibo—Kiyokawa Izumi gripped the hilt of the sword even tighter with both hands, and without pausing for a moment, they clashed together again.

Every second felt so long, and the slightest lapse in concentration could lead to injury.

There were obvious injuries on his shoulders, arms, and even chest.

Trading injury for injury is the method that Kiyokawa Izumi least wants to use. Even if he were to fight Upper Moon One at the cost of his life, three of them wouldn't be enough to defeat him!