Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

There's not much to say between Kiyokawa Izumi and Muzan, the boss. He has no relatives in this world, and there's no deep-seated hatred between him and the demons.

To say you harbored any deep resentment towards this person wouldn't be quite accurate.

He is not Tamayo.

No one killed their family members because they were deceived, nor were any family members taken away by evil spirits.

Even though I felt some aversion, it was only because I looked down on this person's actions from the bottom of my heart.

What can be said between Muzan and Muzan? What is there to say?

He went all out from the start, holding nothing back. It's no exaggeration to say that, apart from Upper Moon One, any of the other Upper Moons would probably not last three or five moves against him in his current state.

The breathing technique, which had already reached the fifth level, unexpectedly broke through its bottleneck under unbridled promotion.

The self-created breathing technique has reached a whole new level, also known as Level Six.

Long ago, he realized that the difference between one level was the difference between an ordinary person and an inhuman.

If an ordinary person with decent aptitude were to dedicate themselves wholeheartedly to breathing techniques, they would have a high chance of reaching the limits of ordinary people throughout their life.

But the realm of non-humans is a completely new world that cannot be reached no matter how hard one tries.

For Kiyokawa Izumi, Dark Breathing itself is the breathing technique he created by integrating multiple breathing techniques, making it the most suitable for him.

Its compatibility with itself is naturally quite high.

In addition, there is knowledge that touches upon other worlds.

Without considering their own safety or even the possibility of surviving, they stumbled into an inhuman realm.

With all the cells in the body highly active, the recovery speed of ordinary abrasions may reach several times that of ordinary people.

However, it's impossible to say that this will elevate the product to a higher level or bring about a qualitative leap.

At this moment, he somewhat understood what it meant to "burn the soul" when his elder brother fought Akaza in the original world.

With a single raised hand, dozens of overlapping slashes were delivered, with all of Muzan's vital points within the range of his attacks.

Nakime, sitting behind her, didn't even have time to react—with her loyalty, how could she possibly watch her boss face potential danger?

The black cloak was instantly ripped apart, and amidst the splattering of demon blood, the sharp blade cut into flesh, the burning pain like flames once again awakening memories that Muzan did not want to recall.

In a daze, I seemed to see Yoriichi Tsugikuni's figure.

The same scene as always reappeared before my eyes.

Both were wielding Nichirin swords, and both started slashing without saying a word.

Fear is followed by inexplicable anger.

You think you're worthy?

The scars that man left on it have not faded to this day. Compared to that, what are you?

The belatedly aware pipa player gently began to play her pipa, and as the sound faded, the Muzan boss suddenly vanished before her eyes.

Looking up, it appeared slightly disheveled, standing on a pavilion not far away, looking down at Qingchuan Spring.

The brand-new, well-fitting white suit was already tattered beyond recognition, and in just a moment, it was covered with more than a dozen deep, bone-revealing wounds.

These injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The progenitor of demons' healing ability was indeed somewhat unexpected. Without the assistance of Tamayo's nine thousand-year-old pill, Kiyokawa Izumi's attack was of little significance.

He glanced at the pipa player not far away out of the corner of his eye.

Even without revealing the slightest killing intent, this person was indeed startled—Kiyokawa Izumi wanted to kill it!

This is obvious.

It's not that I'm still thinking about how to escape.

Even if they escape the Infinity Castle, they might not be able to escape Muzan's clutches.

Judging from the time I entered, it was probably still dark outside.

Even if they could fight in a different location, he would have no chance of holding out until dawn.

But doing this isn't entirely meaningless.

If this were happening outside the immediate environment, the odds of winning might be slightly higher.

There is a difference between having a 100% chance of death and having a 90% chance of survival.

However, on the other hand, the pipa player's abilities are truly troublesome, and she is very clear about Kiyokawa Izumi's thoughts, having already decided to distance herself from him.

Beneath the sound of the pipa, it silently appeared behind Muzan, trying its best to minimize its presence.

Once it gets close enough to be dangerous, even it has a high chance of being instantly killed by Kiyokawa Izumi before it can even react.

This man is worthy of being called the most outstanding swordsman of his time, far surpassing ordinary pillars.

"Tsk!"

Even Kiyokawa Izumi, who was in a state of mental blankness, couldn't help but experience some emotional fluctuations at this moment.

Nausea!

It's estimated that only Muzan, the boss, could easily kill it.

Although the scoundrel boss wasn't very smart, ordinary divisive tactics would definitely not work, and Kiyokawa Izumi really couldn't think of a way to deal with him.

"Could we make use of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's old scars?"

Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Thorns!

With a raised hand, Muzan, the boss, became somewhat serious, and didn't forget to warn Nakime with his eyes for taking matters into his own hands. The latter quickly lowered her head, putting on a fearful and respectful appearance.