Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"That's really impressive! Flame Breathing - Second Form Rising Flame Heaven!"

Kyojuro Rengoku lowered his body and pressed down on his sword, his muscles suddenly tensing and then exploding, his Nichirin Blade rising sharply from below, as if carrying surging, burning flames, and a wave of heat rushing towards you.

But that's just an illusion.

Such a swift and powerful strike instantly tore through the air, slashing towards Kiyokawa Izumi.

Kiyokawa Izumi lowered his center of gravity and hastily made a blocking motion, unleashing a force like a volcanic eruption, almost sending him flying.

Even the Nichirin Blade almost slipped from his hand!

He staggered back six or seven steps before finally managing to steady himself.

Sometimes it's not that he deliberately smeared Shinobu Kocho.

The difference in strength is too great!

The eldest brother's wrist strength ranks among the top three of all the pillars.

Kiyokawa Izumi simply couldn't catch it.

What made him even more desperate was that Kyojuro, who possessed such strength, was also suppressed when facing Upper Moon Three and was beaten in a very sorry state.

Slightly adjusting her slightly numb arm, Kiyokawa Izumi did not give up—she was truly unwilling to accept that she hadn't even seen the ultimate technique!

The man before me is like the sun; his beliefs and his determination inspire others.

I became the Flame Pillar not to cheer up my father, but simply out of a sense of responsibility.

Breath of Darkness: Complete Collection!

Kiyokawa Izumi lowered his body slightly, sheathed his Nichirin Blade, and then assumed a drawing stance, seemingly gathering his strength.

Having fought to this extent, both the elder brother and Shinobu Kocho could see that Kiyokawa Izumi's techniques were not perfect.

His self-created breathing technique probably only has one move.

The constant challenges are simply to perfect one's breathing techniques and corresponding moves.

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

Kiyokawa Izumi's figure suddenly disappeared before my eyes.

The sword is drawn silently, and its movement leaves no trace.

The dark silver blade seemed to become illusory under the sunlight, leaving only a blurry afterimage rather than its true form.

"Fourth Form: The Winding Strike of Blazing Flames!"

Kyojuro Rengoku realized something was wrong; it wasn't just a deceptive afterimage.

He spun around and flicked his wrist, causing the Nichirin Blade to stir the air and create a vortex. Invisible flames seemed to emanate from his body.

This move is mostly used to deal with area-of-effect attacks.

He used this move to neutralize Kiyokawa Izumi's second move.

A tiny scratch appeared on the fluttering haori, and Kiyokawa Izumi's team uniform was also torn on her chest.

"I see! That's a very good move!"

Rengoku Kyojuro nodded thoughtfully.

All the afterimages were real attacks; it was just that the speed was too fast, which created a visual illusion, making it seem as if attacks were coming from multiple directions at the same time.

"Your Fourth Form is still more powerful."

Kiyokawa Izumi, slightly out of breath, shook his head and said.

With just this one move, attacks from multiple directions were completely neutralized.

At this moment, he was truly at his wit's end.

It's still not fast enough; I can't do what Yoriichi Tsugikuni did—cut Muzan into thousands of pieces with a single slash.

His current limit is only a quartet.

"I concede! But before I concede, would I have the honor of witnessing the ultimate secret of Flame Breathing?"

Kiyokawa Izumi didn't struggle much; in his current state, he was indeed no match for him.

So he decisively admitted defeat.

But unwilling to give up, he wanted to see the ultimate secret of the Flame Breathing technique!

"no problem!"

Kyojuro Rengoku laughed heartily, "But this move won't be so easy to withstand!"

The oppressive tone of the words was obvious.

He didn't mean to lie to him; Kiyokawa Izumi knew this move wouldn't be easy to counter, and he probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

But how can you be satisfied if you don't even try?

It's not impossible to use pressure to develop your own defensive skills.

In addition, he also wanted to use these eyes to memorize the ultimate secrets of the Flame Breathing technique!

Kiyokawa Izumi, fully prepared, gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly in both hands.

Seemingly sensing his determination, Rengoku Kyojuro's expression also turned serious. He assumed a fighting stance, and the veins on his hands, gripping the Nichirin Blade, bulged noticeably.

In that instant, it seemed as if an astonishing force was pressing down on him, like a mountain collapsing or a volcano erupting.

The overwhelming sense of pressure almost made him lose his breath.

An impeccable, flawless posture.

A large amount of air was inhaled into the abdomen, the muscles throughout the body tensed up, and then exploded in an instant.

"Secret Technique - Ninth Form - Purgatory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and pushed off the ground. The suddenly advancing Rengoku Kyojuro seemed to transform into a fierce and roaring fire dragon, tearing and swirling the surrounding air with a continuous booming sound.

Kiyokawa Izumi, who was analyzing and dissecting the data with his Sharingan, even had a few beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

He could see through the move, but he seemed unable to block it!

They did not back down, nor were they stunned into silence.

Hand movements are faster than brain reactions.

At this moment, the only option is to draw your sword.

He was determined to try and block this attack, even if it meant giving it his all.

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

I recall the giant rock I encountered on the back mountain of Mount Sagiri.

He wields his sword to cut through stone with effortless ease, yet nothing is beyond his reach!

Like a fleeting dream, the light vanished in an instant. The silently extended Nichirin Blade, seemingly poised to sever the head of the roaring fire dragon, was mercilessly devoured by the raging flames.

Shinobu Kocho, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, had lost her smile. Her hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of her Nichirin Blade, clearly hesitating whether to stop the fight.

She also seemed to be amazed by the ultimate secret of the Flame Breathing technique.

Her soft, moist lips parted slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful—she shouldn't have agreed to let the two of them practice here; it was simply reckless!

In a short while, Kiyokawa Izumi's figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall not far away.

He couldn't stop it!

It's a bit of a shame that he couldn't use this pressure to develop his own defensive sword technique.

"Is this the ultimate technique? Truly, it's awe-inspiring!"

He sat up and looked up to see that the sharp blade was covered in dents—he could only ask the blacksmith to forge a new one.