Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"The wisteria planted from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside is only to trap you, not us."

"The scent of wisteria flowers is something you dislike, and their toxins can damage your bodily structure."

Qingchuanquan explained calmly.

All of this is done to buy time and allow the toxins to take effect.

He was already awake by noon, but he didn't sit there in vain until night.

When it comes to extracting toxins, even ten thousand of him couldn't compare to the Insect Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps; after all, ninjas are professionals.

He didn't do much; he simply extracted some juice to soak the blade.

Is it useful? What effect does it have?

He didn't know either.

But as I said before, doing something is always better than doing nothing.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

That nonchalant, cat-and-mouse mentality has vanished; the Hand Ghost is now on the verge of exploding in rage.

"You think this little bit of poison can kill me?"

"Having eaten the food of so many people, would I really be killed by this little bit of poison?"

Countless arms burst from the ground, and the unscrupulous Hand Demon launched a sneak attack on Kiyokawa Izumi without hesitation.

No one can defend against attacks from the ground!

But Kiyokawa Izumi is a time traveler.

He knew what abilities this guy had and had been on guard against this move.

Perhaps he doesn't have the jumping ability of the protagonist Tanjiro.

But he also has his own advantages.

The moment the ground breaks is indeed fast, and it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to react.

But under his watchful eyes, Kiyokawa Izumi calmly gripped his Nichirin Blade, striking first despite being behind, and in just a moment, eight or nine arms fell to the ground.

The demon was startled and looked at Kiyokawa Izumi in disbelief.

His reaction time is incredibly fast.

How is that possible?

Was it those eyes? Those eyes, like those of a demon, even it felt an ominous aura about them.

"perhaps……"

The Hand Demon's mind stirred slightly, and he ceased launching pointless attacks.

The toxins it absorbed were indeed insufficient to kill it.

It should be Kiyokawa Izumi who's in a hurry right now.

Once it recovers, everything Kiyokawa Izumi did will be in vain.

The sword will become dull, and continuous fighting will also lead to fatigue. Having understood this, the Hand Demon was in no hurry.

"The first card revealed, as expected, was useless. Tsk."

"Is it waiting for me to attack?"

"Did you think I didn't know its neck was stiff?"

Kiyokawa Izumi was actually hesitant about whether to give it a try.

But if the Nichirin Blade is broken, he will surely die.

Is he okay?

Can you sever the hand demon's neck?

At that moment, I did indeed hesitate.

But now the die is cast, and there is no turning back.

No matter what, we have to give it a try.

He couldn't possibly outlast this opponent, nor could he possibly fight until dawn.

With a slight exhale and his muscles tensed, Kiyokawa Izumi suddenly exerted force with his legs, covering the distance of less than twenty meters in the blink of an eye.

The demon deliberately lured him to cut off his own neck, and Kiyokawa Izumi chose to play along.

The attacks from all sides were clearly less effective; only two arms were severed before the rest of the attacks retreated.

Both the human and the ghost have their own schemes.

When Kiyokawa Izumi came in front of the Hand Demon, he swayed and then moved to the side.

Jump, soar into the air.

The Hand Demon's height far exceeds that of an adult male.

Even though the jump was incredibly dangerous, Kiyokawa Izumi had no choice but to do it.

Water Breathing - First Form: Water Surface Slash!

Without any fancy techniques or unnecessary movements, this strike, imbued with his resolute determination and the weight of his entire body, slashed diagonally toward the Hand Demon's neck.

The breathing rhythm remained unchanged, and a large amount of oxygen was inhaled into the lungs and then diffused into the blood.

Dilated blood vessels and taut muscles are bursting forth, with prominent veins showing under the skin.

This strike seemed to carry the screams of the entire body, venting the resentment that had inexplicably transmigrated here.

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a smile on the distorted face of the Hand Ghost, as if his conspiracy had succeeded.

however,

Luck was ultimately on Kiyokawa Izumi's side.

I finally mastered the breathing technique that I had struggled to learn for so long.

"I've mastered the basics of breathing techniques (?)"

Accompanied by an emotionless electronic voice, the original owner's lingering obsession seemed to dissipate somewhat.

A straight cut that sliced ​​through the air produced a dull bang.

The blade sliced ​​through the hand demon's arm covering his neck as easily as cutting tofu.

"How is that possible?"

A look of panic appeared on the hand ghost's face.

But the situation changed drastically the next second.

The hand demon's neck was indeed harder than anyone had imagined.

Although the blade made a cut, it did not cleanly sever the object.

This strike is already Kiyokawa Izumi's current limit.

He couldn't even imagine that he could master the breathing technique at this moment and so smoothly unleash the First Form.

But reality seemed to be playing a cruel joke on him.

Even if you've already reached the pinnacle, you're not the Tanjiro who will participate in the selection later, capable of cleanly severing the Hand Demon's neck.

Just then, several arms suddenly emerged from the shoulder of the demon, like ferocious snakes, and pounced towards Kiyokawa Izumi in the air.

"Having given it my all to get this far, is it still not enough?"

Seeing the smug and mocking expression on the hand demon's face, Kiyokawa Izumi seemed to have run out of ideas.