The State of the Battle

"Hey! You guys, give it your all!"

Akaza smiled as he looked at the group of people who were relentlessly attacking him.

However, none of them responded to him; they simply remained calm and continued to parry his attacks.

"Since you don't want to chat, then I'll have to put in even more effort! You guys better hold on!"

Akaza smiled, then quickly brought his hands to his sides.

"Destructive Death - Eight-Layered Demon Core!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The punches became faster and faster, and the pressure on Kyojuro and the others increased dramatically.

Although reluctant, they had no choice but to speed up to counter Akaza's attack.

At one point, Akaza raised an eyebrow slightly.

Has someone else arrived?

His gaze swept quickly over Kyojuro, Obanai, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke in turn.

A moment later, Akaza's storm-like offensive suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

Upon seeing this, Kyojuro was slightly taken aback. Before he could think about the reason, he instinctively slashed his Nichirin Blade fiercely towards Akaza's neck.

Clang!

The Nichirin Blade struck Akaza's neck.

In Kyojuro's narrowed pupils, the Nichirin Blade seemed to be sinking into a quagmire, slowly slashing downwards.

How could I not be able to sever the other person's neck with a single blow?

So, knowing this, did he deliberately stop attacking to let me hack away?

So he's planning to attack me at this moment?

A series of thoughts raced through Kyojuro's mind. Just as Kyojuro was contemplating whether to draw his sword to defend or continue his downward slash, a deep shout suddenly rang out:

"Destructive Death - Shattering Style - Myriad Leaf Flash Willow!"

With a loud "boom," Kyojuro felt the ground beneath his feet shake violently, and then a dazzling blue light quickly gathered in front of him once again.

"Destructive Death - Annihilation Style!"

The fluorescent blue light crashed down like a surging wave.

Kyojuro instinctively raised his Nichirin Blade, which he had already partially drawn, high in an attempt to block, but in the next instant, his pupils trembled violently.

Instead of surging towards him, the blue light hurtled straight towards Tanjiro, who was charging forward.

Oh no! It's too late!

In his current position, even if he were to strike with his Nichirin Blade, he wouldn't be able to save him in time!

Without much thought, almost instinctively, subconsciously, Kyojuro pushed off with his foot and rushed forward.

Boom--!

at the same time.

Another place.

Two streaks of light, one cyan and the other dark red, intertwined continuously in the arena.

Clang! Clang!

Muichiro raised his sword to block two of Kokushibo's attacks, then used the force of Kokushibo's attacks to quickly retreat.

After landing and regaining his footing, he quickly pushed off the ground with both feet, his figure running and circling around the field.

Muichiro ran, he glanced at Kokushibo, who was chasing after him.

He was quite aware of his own abilities.

Despite being among the top Hashira Battles, he didn't feel he could defeat Upper Rank One alone.

so...

Let's just drag this out until someone else comes to help.

If no one comes to our aid, then we'll just keep dragging this out until we die in battle!

"Moon Breathing, First Form: Dark Moon, Night Palace!"

A low growl came from behind.

Gazing at the dark red crimson moon blade slashing towards him, Muichiro calmly raised his Nichirin Blade.

"Mist Breathing - Fourth Form: Horizontal Slash!"

Clang!

A piercing metallic clang rang out.

Muichiro separated from Muichiro in an instant, his figure retreating rapidly backward, and he started running as soon as he landed.

Gazing at the running figure, Kokushibo's six eyes narrowed slightly, and he gripped the Kyokokukamusari horizontally.

"Moon Breathing - Tenth Form - Drilling Slashes, Moon Through Bamboo Leaves!"

Swish--! Swish--!

Kyokokukamusari quickly slashed twice in front of Kokushibo.

Two enormous, oval-shaped, saw-like blades, one on the left and Muichiro sliced through the ground as they advanced towards Muichiro.

Kokushibo pushed off with his foot, and his figure rushed straight towards Muichiro.

Muichiro glanced at the serrated blades coming from both sides, then at Kokushibo charging towards him. He pushed off the ground and turned to face Kokushibo directly.

"Moon Breathing, Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains!"

"Mist Breathing - Sixth Form - The Lunar Dispersing Mist!"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...

The emerald green and dark red blades clashed wildly on the battlefield, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

Clang! Clang!

Two more slashes, Muichiro took a slight step back, then...

"Mist Breathing, Fifth Form: Sea of Clouds and Haze!"

Bang!

A massive cloud of colorful clouds engulfed the two combatants.

Kokushibo raised his sword and swung it twice, but didn't feel any impact. So he gently lowered the Hollow Cry's body.

He then slowly walked out of the area enveloped by the colorful clouds, his gaze sweeping around before settling on the figure in the distance.

"The Tsugikuni... has no one like this... who dares not fight their opponent!"

Upon Muichiro merely raised his eyes to glance at Kokushibo, then lowered them slightly again.

Beneath his wide sleeves, Muichiro's hands twitched slightly, trying to relieve the numbness and discomfort from the recent fight.

Seeing that Muichiro didn't reply, Kokushibo roughly understood what the other meant.

His head drooped slightly, an unnamed anger brewing in his heart.

Bang!

Kokushibo charged at Muichiro once again.

Almost the instant Kokushibo moved, Muichiro followed suit.

For a moment, only the sound of footsteps and the occasional clanging sound could be heard on the battlefield.

At one point, both of them stopped moving and looked in the same direction.

Sanemi lifted his leg and walked step by step inside, drawing his Nichirin Blade from his waist with his right hand, and muttered:

"Ha, Tokito, I'm here to help you!"

Muichiro opened his mouth to say something, with a 'bang', Kokushibo charged straight at Sanemi.

Seeing this, Sanemi's lips curled into a smile, and he said:

"Great timing! I've been wanting to see what kind of creature Upper Rank is!"

"Moon Breathing - Eighth Form - Moon-Dragon Ringtail!"

"Wind Breathing - Eighth Form - Primary Gale Slash!"

After several years, this means that the most powerful attacks of the Wind Breathing and the Breathing Style of the Moon Breathing have once again collided.

Clang!

A violent metallic clang resounded.

Sanemi's smile froze the moment the blades clashed.

The momentum generated by Kokushibo's forward charge, combined with Kokushibo's own immense power, and the powerful attack force of the Moon Breathing Eighth Form, all contributed to this.

His arms began to tremble uncontrollably at that moment.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

A bullet struck Kokushibo squarely in the neck and then lodged in his flesh.

Kokushibo slightly turned his head and glanced at the rooster-haired boy in the distance.

The next moment, his body suddenly pressed down, and the Kyokokukamusari slashed down, sending Sanemi flying.

Then, in Sanemi's violently contracting pupils, he charged towards the boy with the rooster-like haircut.

"Damn it!! Genya, run!!!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa was sent flying backward, he roared.

However, none of this could stop Kokushibo's actions.

In Genya's trembling gaze, Kokushibo charged straight at him, slashing the Mist Hashira away with his sword along the way, and appeared before him in the next moment.

The pink blade runs from bottom to top.

Whoosh--!