Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Even though Kiyokawa Izumi was extremely careful, the pain from her sharp fangs piercing her delicate skin still made Shinobu Kocho furrow her brow slightly.

The loss of a large amount of blood in a short period of time made the latter's face even paler.

There was no time to inquire about Shinobu Kocho's current situation.

Having made such a determined effort and paid such a price, how could we possibly let them down?

Even though her injuries had not fully healed, Kiyokawa Izumi still gripped her Nichirin Blade and walked towards Muzan, who was not far away.

It won't be given time to release another shockwave.

In this situation, the only way to escape would be to split your body into countless pieces, right?

The moment the idea came to mind, Muzan acted far more decisively than expected.

No longer attempting to kill the remaining scum, its not-yet-fully-recovered body instantly swelled up, turning into thousands of pieces in the blink of an eye.

Individual fragments, perhaps no larger than a finger, exploded in all directions in an instant, catching everyone present off guard.

It seems they didn't expect this person to be so decisive.

The imagined arduous battle did not exist.

"My Blood Demon Art isn't anything special... it just makes me a little faster."

Compared to Nakime or Doma, his Blood Demon Art is indeed nothing special.

It cannot summon an infinite city, nor can it create five clones with the same strength as the original body.

It just makes my movements a little faster.

It's roughly two to three times as much.

Feeling the fragments shooting in all directions, the enhanced senses brought all the movements to mind.

You can see clearly and hear clearly.

For Muzan, there were no secrets left.

The moment he wields his Nichirin Blade, the whole world must hear the sharp clang that severs destiny.

The fate of the Demon Slayer Corps, entangled with demons for hundreds, even thousands of years, should finally come to an end.

He was certainly not Yoriichi Tsugikuni, nor did he feel that he was qualified to be called the strongest in history at this moment.

In comparison, how lucky he was.

From beginning to end, he was never alone.

Without Ms. Tamayo's help, he wouldn't be who he is today.

Without Shinobu's help, he wouldn't have been able to recover so quickly.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood burst open; Kiyokawa Izumi's sword-wielding speed had already reached inhuman levels.

With the blessing of the Blood Demon Art, 1,800 pieces of flesh and blood were chopped up in the blink of an eye.

It will perish upon contact.

There was no process of resistance, yet one could feel a strong sense of resentment and madness.

No matter how small the fragment, no matter which direction it flees, it will be met with an absolute and complete strike.

Ten dollars, a hundred dollars, a thousand dollars—it was as if they were erased at the same time by something invisible.

The remaining residue then burned at a visible speed, eventually turning into ashes.

The Nichirin Blade in her hand shattered once again; ordinary weapons were no longer sufficient for Kiyokawa Izumi.

But then again, it seems we no longer need this thing.

The unrestrained crying broke the long silence. Miss Tamayo, no longer suppressing her emotions, seemed to think of her family at that moment.

Her own husband and children.

finally--

"call--"

The crowd, who had almost forgotten to breathe, snapped back to reality at that moment.

An expression of disbelief appeared on their faces—was Muzan really completely killed?

Even after seeing the results, I still want to confirm them.

It hasn't been an easy journey.

The fact that Muzan was killed so easily makes one wonder if it's all a dream.

After venting their complex emotions, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned towards Kiyokawa Izumi.

It wasn't that they had any doubts about him, but their duty as Pillars reminded them that they had to confirm that Kiyokawa Izumi was harmless.

The one who killed Muzan can be said to be the new Demon King.

once……

We must ensure that there are no more man-eating demons.

Otherwise, it's just another cycle of reincarnation.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who has no bottom line, will only be more difficult to deal with than Muzan.

Noticing that everyone's eyes were on her, Kiyokawa Izumi did not feel angry or aggrieved.

Reality is not naive, nor is it a beautiful fairy tale.

But the emotions generated from all these experiences are genuine.

Those who still believe in Kiyokawa Izumi just want a guarantee, a simple word.

"If I were to turn back into a human and no longer possess the body of a demon, I imagine I would be much weaker."

"It's not just a difference between first and second place; it's a difference of an entire world."

Kiyokawa Izumi had already made up his mind—as a demon, he had a great chance of surpassing the legendary swordsman Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Whether it's breathing techniques, swordsmanship, or blood demon techniques, there are always paths to follow.

It can continue to grow stronger.

If they were to revert to being human... their potential limitations would be quite obvious.

Perhaps, he will never surpass Yoriichi Tsugikuni in his lifetime.

As time goes by, they will face problems such as aging.

Just as Mr. Giyu arrived with a serious expression, Kiyokawa Izumi smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone.

"Even with such a big difference, even if I can't become the strongest, I still want to become human again."

"The reason is actually very simple: how lucky I am, but I am essentially a greedy guy."

I want to marry the girl I love, take walks with her in the sunshine, and build a family of our own… Compared to that, whether I become stronger is actually not important.