Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Are you kidding me?"

Despite the already unfavorable situation, he suddenly realized that the evil spirit in front of him had not used its full strength when it attacked him.

The anthropomorphic body rapidly expanded, tearing the outer clothes, revealing a grotesque, protruding head, arms as thick as a waist, taut muscles, and a spine that bulged like a python.

Rather than a demon, it is more like a cruel and tyrannical beast.

"So subservient to the boss, but a real punch to me?"

A terrifying aura rose up, and the overwhelming sense of oppression did not frighten Kiyokawa Izumi; she even had the leisure to mutter a complaint in her mind.

He didn't really stand out at the layoff meeting.

Because they were unfamiliar with Muzan and didn't know that he could read minds, they were instantly killed by Muzan without any chance to fight back.

There was no abnormality, but it was also quite normal.

How can a demon that is being suppressed do anything when facing Muzan?

When encountering a weak, pitiful, and helpless swordsman like him, he strikes with heavy blows without hesitation.

A terrifying force poured out with its punch, snapping thick trees in half. Kiyokawa Izumi, who was unsteady on his feet, quickly jumped to other places.

Unexpectedly, the speed of the cauldron exceeded expectations.

You could understand if I said my strength had increased.

But why is it still so fast?

Is it reasonable that such a big creature is also quite fast?

While still in mid-air, Kiyokawa Izumi misjudged the situation and before she could land, the evil spirit circled around to her back.

"Blood Demon Art: Throat Burning!"

Its jawbone expanded rapidly, and as it opened its gaping maw, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise as well.

Not only that, but a thick, powerful arm suddenly grabbed at Kiyokawa Izumi.

If Kiyokawa Izumi were to be captured by it like this, and have to withstand its Blood Demon Technique with her own flesh and blood, she would surely die.

He didn't think he could withstand the heat of the flames with his bare body.

"This is bad! This is bad! This is bad!"

No matter how critical the situation, he was able to remain calm.

"Water Breathing - Type II Waterwheel!"

Kiyokawa Izumi suddenly exerted force at his waist, abruptly changing direction as if enveloped by swirling water, the surrounding air being stirred.

A fleeting flash of light swept by, and the arm that Fu Nue had grabbed was instantly severed.

However, because the distance was too great, its throat was not injured.

The blazing flames burst forth, illuminating the entire night as if the flames themselves were ablaze.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who forcibly changed direction in mid-air, was doing everything in her power to avoid the attack.

Unfortunately, he didn't completely avoid it.

Kiyokawa Izumi fell heavily to the ground, still gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, and rolled backward several times before hurriedly getting to his feet.

Evil spirits have appeared where I fell.

Its body pressed down heavily; if you didn't roll away in time, you would probably be crushed to death.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who forcibly changed direction in mid-air by swinging her sword, only managed to graz the chest from the aftershock of the attack, which was already a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

A large section of her clothes on her chest was burned away, with a few embers still burning and hissing.

Beneath the charred and carbonized clothes, red and white skin was exposed, with some areas a bloody mess.

"call--"

Despite the excruciating pain, Kiyokawa Izumi only gasped for breath; his facial expression remained largely unchanged.

If he doesn't change his posture, he'll take a Blood Demon spell head-on.

Although the Demon Slayer Corps' uniforms are fireproof and moisture-proof, and even weak demons cannot tear them apart, there is ultimately a limit to this.

If someone can suffer such a serious injury while wearing a team uniform, I can't even imagine what it would be like if the back of their head wasn't protected...

"This is a bit troublesome—"

Kiyokawa Izumi found the situation tricky.

Fighting evil spirits is inherently unfair.

Without severing their necks, all attacks are ineffective.

Furthermore, because it is too fragile, it is too easily consumed.

Is the Fu Nue that has appeared before us very strong?

That's not necessarily true.

Even if one's strength is below the Lower Moon level, it's impossible to instantly kill him—not long ago, he couldn't even withstand a serious strike from the former Water Pillar.

Even though this demon's strength is far inferior to that of the pillar, it is so restrained in the fight.

"breathe!"

"Controlling the wound with your breathing is possible! It's definitely possible!"

Kiyokawa Izumi knew he could control the wound with his breathing, but he just couldn't do it!

The demon did not immediately launch an attack because it was waiting for its arm to fully recover.

How many breaths do you give him to adjust?

The next moment, Fu Nue's imposing body charged towards him.

Perhaps it was because the swing of his grip on the knife was too wide, which aggravated the wound on his chest, causing his mouth to twitch in pain.

Within this small space, figures intertwine.

Kiyokawa Izumi was completely suppressed. Even though he could see her movements clearly, he was slower and weaker, making it extremely difficult to deal with her.

"Blood Demon Art: Scorched Earth Stomp!"

Kame stomped his foot down hard. Seeing this, Kiyokawa Izumi obviously wanted to jump back to create distance. He knew very well how powerful this move was.

Unexpectedly, this was just a feint.

Fu Nue did not use Blood Demon Art; instead, he slammed his massive fist down the instant Fu Nue jumped.