Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"We have to stop him! We can't let him get any closer!"

Lei quickly made a decision in his mind. There was no time to marvel at Kiyokawa Izumi's confidence. He had to take action, or he would die.

"Blood Demon Art: Circular Lines!"

With a flick of his wrist and a swing of his arm, ten incredibly hard blood threads suddenly spun in front of him, moving so fast that their physical form was obscured; only the sound of tearing air could be heard echoing through the forest.

"Can it still hold them off?"

Wherever it passed, only faint afterimages of blood could be seen. Under its high-speed rotation, both the Nichirin Blade and the fragile body would be shredded.

Kill him!

The deceased father and mother are no longer important; we can find new ones!

The sister who ran away must be punished accordingly.

The brother who didn't show up must also be severely punished.

As long as this demon-slaying swordsman can be killed, everything will return to normal.

The good life will continue.

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

Kiyokawa Izumi, whose steps forward never faltered, had his right hand already on the hilt of his sword. Facing the deadly attack that was coming at him like a whirlpool, both his hearing and sight were sending him signals of extreme danger.

If you encounter it, you'll die.

If you can't stop it, you'll turn into mincemeat.

However, my mindset at this moment was surprisingly detached.

It's like watching yourself wield a knife from a different perspective.

The sharp Nichirin sword precisely cuts into the gap.

In a mere instant, all the incoming blood vessels were severed.

Kiyokawa Izumi lowered his head slightly, watching the thin line slowly fall, as light as a feather. Before he could savor the state he had just been in, his leg muscles suddenly exerted force, and he crossed the last ten meters in an instant.

"General!"

There were no sparks flying, nor the sound of metal clashing.

It was just an ordinary cut, the smooth blade seemingly reflecting the image of the bright moon.

There was no hint of murderous intent leaking out, and even the trajectory of the blade cutting through the air was barely visible.

The perspective shifted dramatically, and vaguely, one could see Kiyokawa Izumi sheathing his sword.

Why did we lose?

How was he able to cut his own silk threads with such precision?

Why?

Tired, whom she still couldn't understand, stared blankly at Qingchuan Quan and asked.

"If the leaves obscure your vision, the forest will be hidden; if your mind is fixated on an object, your blade will be dulled. I can see the whole picture, but your gaze is fixed on my blade because you believe it poses a threat to you."

Kiyokawa Izumi gently covered his nose, a hint of disgust in his voice, and said casually.

It wasn't an illusion; my sense of smell became even more acute at that moment.

A faint smell of blood could be detected in the air, and the blood flowing from the demon's body seemed to have a peculiar stench.

The silk threads, soaked in ghost blood, continued to emit this scent.

Therefore, he can see, hear, and smell.

"What does this mean?"

The smell of ashes grew stronger, and Kiyokawa Izumi distanced himself, offering no further explanation.

At this moment, I even feel a sense of emptiness.

The oppressive feeling of the Lower Moon 5 wasn't as strong as I had imagined.

It wasn't the battle he was looking forward to, much less a life-or-death struggle.

He had the advantage from beginning to end.

Knowing this person's abilities and personality, it had already lost its composure when the false bond was broken.

Kiyokawa Izumi had ample time to build his cognitive domain. After completing the training of the Complete Concentration and Regularity, his mastery of breathing techniques reached a new level, improving not only his physical fitness but also his senses.

However, the downside was that this battle resulted in almost no improvement in swordsmanship.

The pressure he was under wasn't enough!

If it hadn't shared its blood with ordinary demons, it might have been stronger and perhaps able to fight Kiyokawa Izumi for a long time.

Unfortunately, the assumption is incorrect.

"cough--"

Using the breathing technique at full power, while maintaining the "Four Forms" posture, a slight discomfort arose.

It might be because too much information was received at once, and it was too chaotic, causing a feeling of dizziness in the brain.

Kiyokawa Izumi quickly adjusted himself.

This approach has many shortcomings; it requires too many prerequisites and takes too long to prepare.

If his opponent were an Upper Moon fighter, he might not have been able to hold out until he had to use this move.

Even if it is successfully used, it will not be enough to bridge the huge gap between it and the Upper Moon.

If it can be maintained for a long time, it might be able to last for ten or twenty more moves.

It won't lead to a comical scene where someone is killed in three or five moves with just a glare from the Sharingan.

But what if we can hold out for a short time?

Both physical and mental energy will be depleted, and reactions will become sluggish.

How could an ordinary person made of flesh and blood possibly win a battle of attrition against an Upper Moon?

The road to improvement remains long and arduous.

Kiyokawa Izumi did not waste much time here and began searching for the remaining evil spirits.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these evil spirits can defeat him in just one or two moves.

But dealing with ordinary team members is still a piece of cake.

Take Spider Demon Sister for example; with a casual use of Blood Demon Art, she instantly killed Murata, who was experienced and qualified.

Some of the team members are not as good as Murata.

If Kiyokawa Izumi doesn't take advantage of this opportunity to clean up, and instead relies on ordinary team members, who knows how many people will die.