Tanjiro's Dance of the Fire God / Rui's Fake Death

Upon hearing the Scribe mention Muzan's name, Lei paused for a moment, then frowned.

How could this guy know about that person's existence?

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with vigilance as he looked at the Scribe.

Kibutsuji Muzan was an incomparably revered figure in his heart; without him, he would not be who he is today.

Thinking about this, Lei recalled the scene of his first meeting with Muzan.

Back then, I was born weak and had difficulty even walking, let alone running.

During this time, he heard a story about a father who died saving his son from drowning in a river. As a child, he believed that this father had fulfilled his duty as a father.

I considered it a wonderful bond, and from then on, a strange feeling arose.

Later, one night, he met that man.

Because of their similar experiences, Rui felt a sense of familiarity with Muzan.

After obtaining blood from the other person and becoming a demon, he gained a powerful body, but also lost the ability to move in the sunlight.

Once, unable to resist the urge to eat people, he impulsively killed one of them.

After learning about this, the parents felt they couldn't let Lei continue to harm innocent people.

Therefore, the father planned to kill Lei and then, together with his wife, accompany their child to the afterlife.

Lei, however, felt that his father's act of killing him was not in line with his father's responsibility, and therefore believed that the bond between the three of them was hypocritical.

Even on her deathbed, Lei's mother, after killing her parents, still expressed her remorse.

Just as he realized his mistake because of this incident and was about to kill himself to atone for it, Muzan appeared once again.

Encouraged by Muzan, Rui gradually accepted the situation and eventually lost his memory.

Later, Lei established his own "family" on Mount Natagumo.

He longed to find the bonds he had lost by connecting with a real family, which is why he was so attached to Tanjiro and his sister, with whom he shared a close bond.

But now it's different; he heard the word "Muzan" from the Scribe's mouth.

From the other person's words, Lei could clearly sense the disdain.

Lei would never allow such a thing to happen to his benefactor.

"I've changed my mind."

With a cold laugh, Lei addressed the three Scribe not far away.

"None of you three will escape; you will all die here."

After listening to Lei's entire explanation, Scribe shrugged indifferently.

"If you can really do it, Muzan will probably praise you a lot."

Seeing that the Scribe had ignored him and mocked Muzan and time again, a surge of anger welled up in Lei's heart.

As soon as they crossed their hands, their sharp nails cut their skin.

Red blood gushed from the wound, quickly covering both hands.

"Blood Demon Art * Thread Prison"

A large amount of spider silk gushed out from his palm, forming spider webs that could then pounce on the three Scribe.

Once bound to a vulnerable enemy, these spider silks will strangle them into pieces.

The hardness of this move is such that even Nichirin Blade would have difficulty cutting through it.

Looking at the spider webs that were about to cover him, the Scribe showed no panic whatsoever.

Instead, he simply looked at Tanjiro beside him.

"Tanjiro, you should have realized that with your current level, you are not capable of cutting spider silk with Water Breathing."

Nodding, Tanjiro had to admit, though somewhat unwilling, that it was the truth.

The spider silk he had just exhausted had already greatly shocked him; he had never seen a ghost with such power.

The demons he had encountered before, whether they were Swamp Demon that could create clones and hunt using the swamp, or former Lower Rank Six Kaigaku whose Blood Demon Art were unique and could control the direction of the room, could all be effectively damaged by his Nichirin Blade.

Rui, however, broke his own Nichirin Blade with just a single Spider Silk.

If it weren't for the Scribe's timely rescue, he might have been in mortal danger.

Seeing Tanjiro's somewhat dejected expression, Scribe smiled faintly.

"So, it's time to put him to use."

"What?"

Somewhat puzzled, Tanjiro looked at the Scribe with curiosity.

But then he realized what the Scribe was talking about.

"That's right, it's the one you're thinking of."

The Scribe extended one finger, drew a circle in the air, and said with a smile,

"Go, use the Sun Breathing, and fully express your own Dance of the Fire God."

"I see."

His eyes lit up instantly, and Tanjiro stood up, gripping his broken Nichirin Blade tightly.

"What's there to discuss? We're all doomed to die anyway."

Looking at the Scribe and Tanjiro, who seemed to have said something, their tired tone was filled with coldness.

In pursuit of a fatal blow, he deliberately spent some time upgrading the strength of the spider silk by one level.

Let alone the human body, even hard stones and steel are rendered useless in the face of this move.

"Die!"

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and then he pointed ahead with a weary look.

In an instant, countless spider webs swarmed towards the three Scribe.

A piercing sound came, and in the blink of an eye, the distance was reduced to less than a meter.

At the same time, Tanjiro moved.

The still body leaped out, then swung the Nichirin Blade forcefully forward.

"Dance of the Fire God * Dance!"

Flames appeared on the broken Nichirin Blade, covering the entire blade, making it look like a high-tech lightsaber.

With Tanjiro's powerful forward swing, the Nichirin Blade transformed into a crimson crescent moon and slashed down.

What!

Sensing the difference in Tanjiro's swordsmanship, Rui's eyes widened instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his prized spider silk being cut.

Flames covered it, scorching the white spider silk and burning it to ashes.

The air was filled with the smell of burning protein, a smell I had smelled before.

Once upon a time, a family member, dissatisfied with his violent outbursts, planned to flee the place.

After being discovered by herself, as a warning, Lei did not give her a chance to live.

In front of the other "family members," he tied it to the tree with Spider Silk until the sun rose.

I've smelled that kind of temperature before, when I was standing in the blazing sun watching someone groan in agony.

Now, is it your turn to have your body burned?

Sure enough, after Tanjiro cut Rui's Spider Silk, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he changed the direction of his attack and swung it out again.

Chapter 279 The Exhaustion of Feigning Death

The moment Tanjiro changed the direction of his attack, a line appeared in his eyes.

"Thread of Voids"

He had often seen this line appear in previous battles.

This is a line symbolizing the opponent's weakness. As long as you cut along the line, the enemy will be defeated.

This time, however, the threads were different. Tanjiro felt that the Thread of Voids were moving as if they were living creatures.

In the blink of an eye, old threads may disappear and new ones may be created.

In other words, one's attack must be completed in a very short time.

Otherwise, we will only miss a golden opportunity and lose this chance to attack.

Given the opponent's status as Twelve Kizuki and their combat experience, after this moment of carelessness, they probably won't be able to get close so easily again.

Moreover, because it was the first time using Dance of the Fire God, his body was already under tremendous pressure.

If you switch to Water Breathing now, the side effects will appear immediately.

At that time, Tanjiro himself might be unable to move.

Even if it means dying together, I will kill this guy in front of me!

Without the slightest hesitation, Tanjiro slashed down hard on Rui's neck.

"Not good!"

Realizing Tanjiro's intention, Rui immediately stretched out his palm and sprayed out a large amount of Spider Silk.

The white Spider Silk gleamed coldly as it covered Tanjiro's face.

Since he wants to attack me, I won't let him get away with it.

Since I am a demon, my regenerative abilities and resilience far surpass those of humans.

On the other hand, Tanjiro is just a mere human.

With just a little force, it will be cut into pieces.

However, while his desire to be tired was good, reality slapped him hard in the face.

"Nezuko, it's your turn."

The Scribe's voice rang out, and then a figure jumped out from behind Tanjiro.

It's Nezuko!

Holding the Nichirin Blade, Nezuko also used her swordsmanship skills.

"Water Breathing * Tenth Form * Flowing Dragon"

Her petite body kept turning and twisting, like a winding, coiling dragon.

A faint stream of water appeared on her body, highlighting her figure, making her look like a female swordsman in a river.

As she spun around, Nezuko didn't forget to brandish her Nichirin Blade.

After spinning countless times, she slammed her sword down hard on the spider silk.

"Bang!"

A piercing scraping sound rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and it was so clear in the darkness.

Nezuko knew very well that with her strength, she had no way to cut Rui's Spider Silk.

However, the task assigned to her by the Scribe was not to cut off, but to obstruct.

If Tanjiro is given even a little time to react, he can recover from that dangerous situation.

Sure enough, with Nezuko's help, the speed of the spider silk decreased significantly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tanjiro changed his attack method.