Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

To say that I never hesitated because of this would be quite hypocritical.

If given a choice, who would willingly throw their life away here?

It's just turning into a demon, just eating people. There are many reasons to convince yourself of this; you can easily come up with ten or twenty.

For example, as the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope."

What's the point of dying here in vain?

Only by surviving can we have a chance to kill Muzan, right? Only then can we truly end all of this, right?

Everything that needed to be done has been done, and Doma has been killed. What more could one ask for?

It wasn't Yoriichi Tsugikuni who had that kind of strength.

Without Tamayo's assistance, the chances of winning are negligible.

If that's the case, is there any point in struggling?

Kiyokawa Izumi's answer was simple, the sound of drawing his sword breaking the silence—at this moment, just like then, what does it matter if there is no chance of victory? Now that things have come to this, are you still afraid of death?

All the reasons boil down to one sentence: he simply doesn't want to become a man-eating monster.

Are you kidding me?

What's the point of living like this ugly creature?

Judging solely by his status as a Pillar, he is indeed far inferior to the Flame Pillar.

If he were the boss here, even if it was Muzan who extended the invitation, he would probably refuse without hesitation.

The answers given by the other columns were probably quite similar.

No matter what, he is a Pillar, and as a human being, he has his own bottom line. Some things are simply not negotiable from the beginning.

Even with no chance of winning and no way out, Kiyokawa Izumi still had the courage to draw his sword.

It's a pity he didn't have enough skill, otherwise he would have asked, "Do you also want to dance?"

The Seventh Form: No Thought, No Reflection!

How long can this flesh and blood body withstand the second use of this move in such a short period of time?

Even he himself couldn't answer the question.

When I fought Doma before, although it was only for a moment, the energy expenditure was real.

He has been fighting ever since he fell into the Infinite City.

He had killed many ordinary demons, plus an Upper Moon Two, and had not stopped. Now he was facing the progenitor of demons at the peak of his power.

Ah,

The pressure is truly immense.

Thinking about it, my body trembled slightly involuntarily, perhaps because of excitement, or perhaps because I felt that facing such an enemy in the final battle was not a bad thing.

Under overload conditions, the heart beats violently at a rate far exceeding the limits that a normal person can withstand.

Boiling blood roared silently within his body.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like the intricate patterns are spreading at this moment.

It must have been my imagination.

Physical fitness is not his strong point. Although it has exceeded the limits of ordinary people, it is not enough to deal with Muzan's attacks.

The enhancement brought by the markings has reached its limit—although he has mastered it well, it is only half a level higher than the first time, even though it is not his first awakening.

An improvement of one or even one and a half gears is far from enough!

Kiyokawa Izumi sometimes wonders if there is a qualitative difference between innate markings and later awakening.

Otherwise, it's really hard to understand why that person is so ridiculously strong.

They both mastered the three-piece set, but the difference was quite obvious.

Surely it's not like my self-created breathing method is several levels below Sun Breathing?

A fleeting thought crossed his mind, and he pushed his breathing technique to its limit.

Breathing is power!

Lung capacity can double or even 2.5 times in an instant, but this is far from the limit of the seven-day breathing method.

Even at the risk of alveolar hemorrhage and lung tearing, we must try to push our breathing to a new level.

Kiyokawa Izumi was almost recklessly exploiting the body's potential, and the so-called hidden dangers were all unimportant.

As long as he doesn't die on the spot and can still wield his Nichirin Blade, there's nothing to worry about.

Like a raging flame, even if it will be extinguished in the next second, it must bloom once more, hot and unrestrained, before it is extinguished.

"Is this your choice? How foolish, how meaningless your courage, how pointless your struggle."

Kiyokawa Izumi's answer was somewhat unexpected. It was clearly incomprehensible to a being as selfish and lacking in empathy as it was.

From this person's perspective, the Demon Slayer Corps is like an annoying insect, constantly pestering them.

What's it to them if they pursue immortality and become perfect beings? What's it to them if they occasionally eat some people?

With an indifferent yet somewhat oppressive gaze, Muzan, the boss, looked quite dignified even when he wasn't driven to the brink of despair.

To look down on this futile and meaningless struggle.

But then again, his eyes seemed strange—a hint of curiosity, a hint of interest.

In less than a breath, Kiyokawa Izumi traversed a distance of several meters in an instant. His blood-red Nichirin Blade, imbued with a sense of finality, silently unleashed dozens of strikes.

Under the perspective, Kiyokawa Izumi could clearly see the exact locations of all the heads and hearts.

The temptation never existed in the first place.

Kiyokawa Izumi immediately adopted a posture of fighting to the death.