The battle between the two had rapidly heated up.
Its intensity far exceeded anything ordinary people could imagine.
Never mind ordinary people-even high-ranking swordsmen who had surpassed the limits of the human body could barely make out their movements now.
The demon's martial arts raged like thunder and flame, every blow carrying enough power to destroy steel.
Even when he did not hit his opponent directly.
The wind from his punches could shatter stone pillars and walls several meters away.
And this demon possessed more than astonishing strength.
His technique was also extraordinarily refined.
Even setting aside his inhuman strength, his skill alone far surpassed that of instructors or masters at ordinary dojos.
Igarashi's blade flashed like a sudden gale.
The speed and variation of Mist Breathing were on full display at this moment.
Had an ordinary demon, or even a Lower Rank, stood before him.
It would already have been torn apart by those stormlike slashes.
Yet the demon before him moved freely within the storm.
He even seemed somewhat at ease.
Every slash Igarashi made was either blocked with a fist or taken head-on with the demon's body.
Their relentless exchanges of attack and defense were impossibly fast, too rapid for the eye to follow.
The way this demon fights...
Igarashi retreated after another exchange, panting slightly, but an absurd realization rose in his mind.
This demon had almost completely abandoned defense.
Not because he could not defend, but because he was showing off.
He was deliberately showing off to him.
Showing off a demon's tough body, showing off a demon's astonishing regenerative ability.
He deliberately took slashes he could easily have avoided, and even deep wounds healed instantly.
Then he met Igarashi's furious onslaught head-on, trading injury for injury.
"What's wrong, Swordsman?" the demon laughed. "Is your