Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Faced with the attack from the two evil spirits, Kiyokawa Izumi's heart sank, but he didn't show it on his face.

The swordsmanship that the original owner had painstakingly practiced for many years was completely absorbed and continuously improved in battle.

"Sword skills have been mastered."

The long-lost emotionless electronic voice rang in my ears.

Kiyokawa Izumi, however, had no time to pay attention to these things at the moment.

While improving one's swordsmanship level is a good thing, it doesn't bring about a qualitative change in overall strength.

He was already panting heavily after barely managing to hold his own.

The wound seemed to have reopened, and the overflowing blood had stained the clothes red.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he was starting to feel weak.

At this moment, he felt as if he were walking on a tightrope; the slightest misstep would lead to utter ruin.

A faint sound came from afar, and Kiyokawa Izumi gripped the Nichirin Blade in his hand tightly, his expression changing slightly.

Damn!

Could it be that some evil spirits have actually been attracted here?

Even when facing two opponents alone, he could only barely hold his own.

If three or four attacked him at the same time—just thinking about such a terrible situation made him almost unable to breathe.

Distracted, Kiyokawa Izumi didn't react in time to the long-haired demon's sharp claws, barely managing to dodge to the side.

A wound appeared on her otherwise pretty face, and blood slowly flowed out, reaching the corner of her mouth.

The burning pain on his right cheek instantly brought him to his senses.

The long-haired demon didn't rush to attack; instead, it licked the blood residue off its claws with a twisted excitement.

Terrified screams erupted.

Both the human and the two ghosts were drawn to the attention.

"Are you kidding me? How could there be such an evil spirit here?"

The boy, his face filled with terror, fell to the ground in a disheveled state, having already discarded the Nichirin Blade he was holding.

If a swordsman who hasn't mastered Water Breathing passes by, it will only bring more trouble.

At that moment, Kiyokawa Izumi felt a chill run down his spine.

I heard unusually heavy footsteps approaching.

A body as large as a small mountain appeared before my eyes, with more than a dozen thick arms growing from the shoulder sockets. The skin was bluish-black, and the veins could be faintly seen taut.

"Hand...ghost!" 』

Kiyoshi swallowed hard; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Are you kidding me?

Without even mastering the breathing technique, does he really have a chance against the Hand Demon?

Fear spread through my heart.

When there is no other choice and no way to retreat, one can indeed unleash unimaginable courage.

However, if the opponent is too strong and the gap in strength between the two sides is too obvious, it is normal to be afraid.

The Hand Demon is different from other evil spirits that have only eaten two or three people; it has eaten at least forty humans.

Just one of her arms is thicker than Kiyokawa Izumi's thigh.

Several arms were protecting his neck, making it no easy task to sever it.

"No little foxes! How boring!"

An extremely imposing gaze seemed to fall on Kiyokawa Izumi.

In that instant, the brain stopped thinking, and even breathing was forgotten.

In the shadows, something seemed to be being mentioned.

The hand ghost seemed to be carrying something on one of its arms.

Looking at it by the moonlight, Kiyokawa Izumi's pupils suddenly contracted.

That was half a corpse.

The upper body of an unfortunate swordsman, blood splattering down his indescribable parts.

Overwhelmed by nausea, Kiyokawa Izumi took a deep breath and glanced around.

The long-haired demon and the other were both stunned, their pupils revealing obvious fear.

This is bad—

After a slight hesitation, Kiyokawa Izumi turned and fled.

He simply couldn't muster the courage to fight, which is why he chose to gamble with his life.

If you charge in with a knife, you'll definitely die.

Turn around and run; it might only mean a slim chance of survival.

This is gambling!

He was neither the former Water Pillar's apprentice nor a quasi-swordsman wearing a disaster-averting mask.

The hatred that the demon holds for Urokodaki Sakonji should not be transferred to him.

Perhaps, she won't relentlessly pursue him to the death.

"You're swordsmen here for the selection, right? Tell me, what year is it? Are there any brats wearing fox masks?"

Five or six arms suddenly stretched out. It was naturally aware of Kiyokawa Izumi's escape, but it was not in a hurry at all, enjoying the fun of catching a mouse.

Here, it is invincible!

Over the years, with so many swordsmen participating in the selection, who among them has been its match?

There was once a little devil with flesh-colored hair. He was very strong, but so what?

Even if you can't cut your own neck, can you?

Answer me! Perhaps I can grant you a few more days of life.

"That's my prey!!"

The long-haired demon roared in dissatisfaction.

The next moment, countless arms came crashing down on it.

"You scum, get out of my way!"

Returning to the topic of Kiyokawa Izumi, he naturally noticed the suddenly extended arm.

The blood-red Sharingan bloomed in the pupils.

The Blood Demon Art of the Hand Demon wasn't actually that fast. With the help of those eyes, Kiyokawa Izumi paused, then suddenly turned around and swung out his Nichirin Blade.

"What?"

The hand demon, who was still teaching other evil spirits a lesson, suddenly looked in this direction.

It seemed that no one expected that a swordsman who turned and ran away upon seeing it was actually quite strong.

Although not as good as Sakonji's disciples, he is still considered quite good among the swordsmen participating in the selection.

Kiyokawa Izumi and the Hand Demon stared at each other from afar in the forest. After a moment, they sheathed their swords, said nothing, and ran away.

"Funny! Fun! Since we don't have any fox imps, we'll use you to pass the time."

The Hand Demon watched Kiyokawa Izumi's disheveled escape, but he wasn't worried at all.

It's only been three days.

Cats catching mice can be quite fun.