Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Without Blood Demon Art, Kokushibo cannot use many of the techniques of Moon Breathing.

Even after being transformed into a demon, it still falls far short of that man who shone like the sun. Trapped by its own obsession, it has long forgotten its original intentions.

Kiyokawa Izumi had no idea what this guy was thinking.

Even the progenitor of demons had to flee in disarray before that one. As a demon, your potential is already fixed. How could you possibly surpass Yoriichi Tsugikuni?

"call--"

"The mark state is truly amazing; a continuous flow of power sustains my weary body, allowing me to continue fighting... But what is the price?"

"I have a feeling I probably won't even live to be twenty!"

Thinking about these things now is useless. The only thing to consider is how to make the power greater and the speed faster.

By combining the breathing techniques of the Seven-Day Breathing Method with a burst of energy regardless of the cost, one might be able to achieve a half-level improvement.

In the blink of an eye, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

The sound of metal clashing followed, and with just a slight collision, Kokushibo's Hollow Cry was easily severed by Kiyokawa Izumi's Nichirin Blade.

The fiery color was deeply imprinted in Kokushibo's vision. A familiar pain surfaced, and when he looked down, he saw more than a dozen wounds on his chest, arms, and face.

The ghost blood flowed uncontrollably, and the burning pain lingered for a long time.

The lethality of the Crimson Blade is far greater than that of ordinary poisons.

What appears to be just a single slash is, in its eyes, a simultaneous barrage of dozens of slashes.

It is impossible to predict his movements in advance based on the speed of blood flow and subtle muscle changes.

Just as he couldn't see through the man's actions.

A long-lost sense of oppression enveloped it.

Many, many years ago, it, which also possessed the marks and clarity, still could not see through the slash when facing the old and frail Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

You can't dodge it, you can't avoid it, and you can't stop it.

But you are not Yoriichi Tsugikuni after all!

The Crimson Blade, activated by borrowing Blood Demon Art, is not truly your power.

Amidst the chaotic flashes of sword light, countless crescent-shaped blades of wind appeared in quick succession, and the figures of the human and the ghost clashed and intertwined repeatedly.

Even the Flame Pillar, who had already awakened his mark, didn't know how to intervene or assist Kiyokawa Izumi in a battle of this level.

Even the aftershocks of the attack require his full attention.

The human eye was no longer able to keep up with their movements; the air around them seemed to be distorted by such a high-intensity collision.

If you were to be accidentally grazed, you would likely be either injured or killed.

Without a thorough understanding, even a leader who wants to intervene in the battle is ultimately lacking.

But for Kiyokawa Izumi, this level of confrontation was still manageable for him.

He wasn't simply defending; he was gradually suppressing Kokushibo—before the Nichirin Blade transforms into a Crimson Blade, if you try to outlast me, I really can't do anything about it.

But now it's a different story.

Even with powerful regenerative abilities, the wounds left by the Crimson Blade cannot be healed in a short time.

With multiple injuries to his body and the injuries becoming increasingly severe, even Kokushibo, who is a demon, is affected in his ability to swing his sword.

The swordsmanship was constantly on display, the clashes were bloody, the haori she was wearing was already torn to shreds, and the wounds that had been stitched up with needle and thread burst open once again.

Even so, Kiyokawa Izumi did not retreat. His calm face remained expressionless as he swung nearly a thousand swords in just half a minute.

At this moment, it's simply a matter of who gives up first.

Who will be the first to reveal a weakness?

At this moment, Kokushibo had no energy left to comment on Kiyokawa Izumi's swordsmanship. He was so focused and dared not relax for the slightest. This was the first time in hundreds of years that he had done so.

This young swordsman put too much pressure on it.

In a moment of carelessness, it lost half an arm and didn't even have time to back away. By the time it came to its senses, several wounds had already appeared on its neck.

Its swordsmanship does have a wide attack range, but it's not that fast.

The reason I was distracted before was because the swordsman in front of me was unethical—while my attention was completely drawn, the modern-day Stone Pillar actually launched a sneak attack on this hundreds-of-years-old man.

Kokushibo didn't seem to care much about the Flame Pillar who looked like an owl.

But the other one was different. He had a thorough understanding of the situation and after observing for a long time, he suddenly attacked. How could it not be distracted in dealing with him?

And so, Kiyokawa Izumi seized the opportunity.

He almost severed his own neck!

The severed arm failed to regenerate for a long time, and greatly affected by the damage, it could no longer withstand Kiyokawa Izumi's attacks. After a few breaths, its hideous head was severed off.

How could it be content to die here in such a ridiculous way?

It hasn't surpassed Yoriichi Tsugikuni yet, and it hasn't become the strongest. It's just that its head has been cut off. It can overcome the weaknesses that Akaza could overcome!

Countless blades extended from all parts of his body; driven by an intense obsession, Kokushibo was unwilling to leave the stage.

"A monster that can't die even after its head is cut off? Interesting!"

A fierce slash accompanied by a swift gust of wind; Kazeju Sanemi arrived late.