Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

He gained superhuman strength by overdrawing his life force; in the end, this guy is nothing special—that's how Muzan evaluates the person in front of him from his perspective.

So what if they also wield the Crimson Blade?

The injuries sustained were negligible and recovery was effortless.

The self-created breathing technique was not as effective against the demon's body, far inferior to the Sun Breathing.

Doesn't he understand this principle?

Why are you so determined to oppose him?

I can't understand it; I just find it utterly ridiculous and incredibly presumptuous.

The slender arm swung out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye; the attack seemed casual, but its power was not to be underestimated.

It's unclear what his motivation was, but Muzan looked down on Kiyokawa Izumi and didn't consider her a rival.

They probably thought that the young swordsman in front of them would die soon.

Maybe three minutes, or maybe five minutes?

Even if it can illuminate the world for a time by burning itself out, how can it compare to the real sun?

Let's get back to Kiyokawa Izumi.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the blade and vaguely saw my own reflection.

He was indeed in a rather disheveled state at that moment.

Her face, which was still quite pretty and youthful, showed signs of aging that were inconsistent with her current age.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but my jet-black hair seems to be turning slightly white.

I always feel like my vitality has been quietly stolen by some invisible force.

This is not good.

I'm not even twenty yet, but I look like a weathered office worker approaching thirty.

The feeling of sudden death after working overtime for three consecutive days and nights came over me, and I felt completely drained.

"The First Form: Night Raven's Shadow!"

Muzan's attacks were very random, and the reason they had such amazing power was simply because the numerical values ​​were too high.

There's no skill involved; it's just a simple action.

If he could deliver a punch with a force of a ton, or even more, so what if he didn't adhere to any particular technique? Any casual punch he threw would be too powerful for an ordinary person to withstand.

The numerical values ​​are just that absurd.

But then again, it was precisely because the action was so simple that Kiyokawa Izumi had already seen through it.

Underestimating something comes at a price.

Even if it's not the sun, the burning sensation caused by a raging fire is still real.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand was silently swung out. Facing an attack that could smash his head into a watermelon, Kiyokawa Izumi showed no intention of retreating or dodging.

A large amount of demon blood gushed out, and a smooth and neat cut appeared on Muzan's arm.

The severed arm was cut into several pieces by Kiyokawa Izumi—for him, achieving the so-called "striking first after being caught later" was not difficult.

Even so, Muzan's recovery speed was still beyond imagination.

The right arm, which should have been empty, began to regenerate at a visible speed, and was completely restored in the blink of an eye.

A sharp whistling sound rang in my ears, and the incredibly agile whip had somehow appeared behind me.

The stalemate remained unbroken for a long time. The black magatama spun in his pupils. What Muzan didn't know was that his body was practically a specimen. It wasn't that Kiyokawa Izumi coveted the body of a demon and had an obsession with becoming a perfect being.

Looking at the faint scars on its body, an ordinary swordsman might not be able to see much, but Kiyokawa Izumi is different.

These scars alone are enough to deduce the battle from that year, and even reveal Yoriichi Tsugikuni's fighting techniques.

For a top swordsman like him, the gains were considerable.

If I had enough time, I would love to watch for three days and three nights—but unfortunately, the boss Muzan wouldn't cooperate with me or let me do as I pleased.

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

Guided by these scars, it was as if she were receiving unseen guidance from that man.

Whether you despise it or look down on it, it doesn't matter.

Kiyokawa Izumi should be grateful.

If this person were to unleash their full power, then there would be absolutely no chance.

The arm that had already undergone mutation was severed. In that instant, it was as if hundreds of blades were slashing from different directions. The shattered flesh and blood, along with the splattered demon blood, and the broken pieces of the Nichirin Blade, remained in its body like a blazing brand, constantly burning its body.

Are you kidding me?

They are so ordinary, yet they struggle with foolish courage and without any sense of purpose.

How could he unleash such powerful sword skills in an instant?

Nearly half of the heart and brain were destroyed almost simultaneously.

He didn't even feel the slightest threat before he drew his knife.

So ordinary, so insignificant.

The Nichirin Blade has reached its limit. Was it done on purpose?

To shatter the Nichirin Blade in his hand in this way, thereby increasing its destructive power at that moment?

Muzan simply refused to believe that he could do something like that.

Perhaps it's just a coincidence.

Why aren't they dead yet? Why won't they give up?

At this moment, Muzan wanted to question the person in front of him, wondering why he couldn't sense any fear or despair from him.