Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

The approaching Fu Nue rained down relentlessly, giving Kiyokawa Izumi no time to catch his breath.

The air crackled as the two figures crisscrossed wildly in the small space, colliding and then quickly separating.

Its fighting style was completely arrhythmic, yet incredibly ferocious, relying purely on inhuman strength to relentlessly suppress Kiyokawa Izumi.

Close combat with evil spirits is undoubtedly extremely intense and brutal, like walking on a hair's breadth; the slightest mistake could lead to utter destruction.

Kame clenched his right fist tightly, as if a blazing flame was burning inside, and the distorted air in front of him was compressed and heated.

The heat wave rushed towards my face along with the force of the punch, scorching my exposed skin.

Kiyokawa Izumi subconsciously turned his head to the side, his left cheek turning as red as a boiled shrimp, and intense pain followed, but his hand movements were not affected in the slightest.

Water Breathing - First Form: Water Surface Slash!

Without a sound, the blue-tinged blade drew a perfect arc in mid-air.

Just as the fubuki's right fist was about to touch its chest, half of its arm was severed, the cut incredibly smooth.

Hot blood splattered everywhere, soaking the team uniform worn on the chest with the blood of the evil spirit.

Before it could catch its breath, the Fu Nue ignored its severed right arm and continued its attack. Its left hand transformed from a fist into a palm and slashed diagonally like a sharp knife.

The black magatama spun rapidly in his pupils. As Kiyokawa Izumi turned to the side, the Nichirin Blade in his hand was silently thrust out.

At this distance, its left hand could at most tear Kiyokawa Izumi's clothes.

The latter, however, can seize this rare opportunity to sever its neck!

"No retreating?"

The cauldron, with its body lowered, was caught off guard.

How is that possible?

Its neck is definitely its weak point!

Kiyokawa Izumi's pupils contracted slightly. Seeing that it seemed to be about to open its mouth, he decisively withdrew his Nichirin Blade, which he had not yet unleashed.

Suddenly, he exerted force with both legs, quickly widening the distance.

The blazing flames reignited where he had been standing.

"Kama Nue!" 』

As Kiyokawa Izumi silently pondered the name, he seemed lost in thought.

"A cauldron is a cooking vessel."

The *ye* is a mythical creature, a composite monster with an ape's head, tiger's claws, and a snake's body.

Kiyokawa Izumi had been speculating about what kind of Blood Demon Art this person possessed.

I initially thought it might be more focused on physical enhancement.

Surprisingly, it's related to flames and high temperatures!

Gently touching the scalded side of his face, Kiyokawa Izumi's expression remained unchanged.

What a despicable demon!

Jealous of my handsome appearance, they actually want to disfigure me?

"Describing him as a potential underdog is quite fitting... Neither his speed nor his strength is something I can contend with."

"The unknown Blood Demon Art, perhaps leaning towards fire, steam, and high temperatures?"

"Trouble! Melee combat can even affect my breathing!"

Kiyokawa Izumi's throat felt slightly uncomfortable, clearly because he had inhaled too much hot air earlier.

"Melee combat?"

He didn't have much time to adjust before Fu Nue's figure loomed over him again.

It seems that because its right arm has not fully recovered, it used its left fist this time.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who had not yet come up with a countermeasure, was naturally unwilling to fight it head-on, and he retreated repeatedly.

A powerful punch struck the tree trunk, snapping the thick tree in half. The edges of the broken piece were faintly blackened, as if left by the high temperature.

Close combat is acceptable, but you must seize the opportunity!

Kiyokawa Izumi made a judgment in his mind.

Possessing such dangerous Blood Demon Arts, continuous close combat will not only greatly deplete one's stamina, but also cause one to suffer from area-of-effect attacks that deplete one's health.

Visible flames and fists can be easily dodged, but extremely hot heat waves are not so easy to avoid.

Even with decent swordsmanship, he was now caught in a fierce battle.

The burst of Water Breathing isn't enough!

Not fast enough!

But he just couldn't master the Breath of the Sun.

I've memorized all the movements, but I just can't use them.

He didn't dare to take a gamble at this time, clearly afraid of hurting himself.

This feeling is like, to use an inappropriate analogy, knowing the process of childbirth but lacking the innate conditions to give birth due to gender.

"Blood Demon Art: Scorched Earth Stomp!"

Seemingly having grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game, Fu Nue leaped high into the air, its feet, imbued with terrifying power, slamming down heavily.

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground followed, and within a radius of nearly two meters centered on it, the not-so-damp muddy ground instantly cracked, and scorching heat waves spread along the ground, billowing hot air rising up.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who had noticed something was wrong long ago, naturally retreated instead of advancing at this moment.

His body moved as naturally as water, and in just a few steps, he leaped onto the tree branch behind him.

"Using Blood Demon Art in this body feels a bit strange..."

Slowly raising its head, it gazed down at Qingchuanquan, its body rapidly expanding at that moment, growing larger at a visible speed.