Faced with Sasuke's arrogance.
Or rather, faced with the humiliation of being treated as prey already in the bag.
Lower Rank Five, Rui, lost all reason.
"Die!"
He let out a piercing roar.
Both his bodies erupted with an unprecedented, terrifying demonic aura at the same time.
This time, he held nothing back.
"Blood Demon Art: Silk Wheel Rotation-Cutting Thread Cage!"
It was that same move again.
But its power was on an entirely different level.
Countless blood-soaked red threads shot out from every direction, from the sky, from underground, from every inconceivable angle.
They wove together several times faster than before.
The cage they formed was more than ten times as dense.
This was no longer a net.
It was a blood-red iron sphere composed of countless sharp razors, contracting at tremendous speed.
There were no gaps.
There were no blind spots.
This was an absolute, lethal technique.
Tanjiro's heart stopped at that moment.
He had only just escaped the shadow of death cast by this cage.
He knew better than anyone how terrifying this move was.
And now, its power was far, far greater than before.
He could not imagine anyone surviving an attack like this.
Giyu Tomioka's gaze, too, grew more grave than ever.
He tightened his grip on his sword.
He acknowledged that the boy before him possessed both great speed and a powerful presence.
But he was far too overconfident.
Against an omnidirectional saturation attack like this, "Dead Calm" was the only solution.
Yet this boy simply stood there.
Completely motionless.
What was he trying to do?
Giyu Tomioka was already preparing to act, to force his way into the battle.
However.
Sasuke's response defied everyone's understanding.
He truly did not move.
He did not even draw his sword.
He simply stood there quietly, allowing