Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Just like a piece of gravel falling into a calm lake, ripples spread out in circles, and the entire lake loses its tranquility.

Invisible gunpowder smoke and tangible murderous intent filled the air. Frost instantly spread throughout the room, and the temperature dropped noticeably.

Douma took control of the room in an instant.

"Akaza-dono, that's quite rude of you to say that..."

The unfolded fan covered half of his face, and there was no smile between his eyebrows. His tone of voice had dropped along with the temperature in the room.

How rare. This hypocritical fellow turns out to at least be able to get angry.

Akaza looked at the frost spreading under his feet, chuckled, pulled his frozen feet out of the ice, and casually shook his ankles to shake off the broken ice on the ground.

"Always being polite and courteous...pretending to be very close to Rinkou..."

His feet shifted in the air, breaking a large patch of ice as he landed, causing the room to tremble. His loose bones and muscles tensed together, and his raised hands pointed toward the target.

"The ritual begins. Destroy the Killing Needle."

A snowflake pattern spread out from Akaza's center, initially crimson, then shifting to a light blue as each corner of the snowflake lit up. The skill activated, locking onto the target. Akaza finally turned his gaze towards the expressionless Douma.

"Actually, you're the most rude one."

There was a brief silence, a deathly silence, with only the occasional vague murmur of the boy on the ground being the clearest.

"Blood Demon Art: Scattered Lotuses."

As the fan was waved, a wind carrying frost rose up. The moment it left the fan, the breeze turned into a dangerous wind blade that could swallow life. The fine frost condensed into the shape of petals, gradually becoming clearer and taking shape. The beautiful petals were as sharp as a blade.

"Destruction Killing Air Style."

The swung fist brought up an invisible wind, shattering most of the nearby petals. The few remaining petals easily cut the flesh, and those shattered petals also caused stinging when they hit the body. Only a few drops of blood splashed out before the injury was healed.

He pressed his body downwards, exerted force with his legs, and after a brief accumulation of strength, Akaza disappeared from his original position, instantly erasing that little distance.

"Destruction Kill·Destruction Style."

The punch was steady, accurate and powerful, but it didn't hit Douma's own head, but the lifeless ice sculpture. The ice sculpture shattered into powder by the punch, and the sound of the fan waving in the wind came from farther away.

"It seems you really want to smash my head in... Lord Akaza, even if you do, it's obviously meaningless. Blood Demon Art: Lotus Leaf Ice."

The frost condensed into an exquisite lotus shape, and as it was waved, it flew straight towards Akaza. The latter looked at the approaching lotus, but simply jumped away and dodged it.

The sound of breaking wind came from above his head without any warning. Douma's fan did not flash, but Akaza could clearly sense the murderous intent approaching from beyond his field of vision.

His eyes moved, and the murderous intent came from the inconspicuous little ice man. He thought it was a toy. After all, Lin Guang also liked to make snowmen and dolls, so it would not be a bad idea to make an extra ice sculpture. Now it seems that it should be the product of Douma's blood demon art.

"If you take it lightly like this, you'll easily die, Akaza-dono—"

The floating body had nowhere to hide, but Akaza had enough combat experience to respond. He twisted his waist and spun around, and as the wind approached with a chill, he raised his leg and kicked out fiercely.

"Destruction Kill·Kick Style·Flowing Flash Group Light."

When he followed closely, he could clearly see that it was a huge ice cone coming from the ceiling. It was an area attack and only a few of them could hit him. Most of them were kicked away or shattered. When he landed on the ground, Akaza noticed the ice crystals condensed on the soles of his feet.

It was so annoying. Both the person standing there and this troublesome blood demon art. They didn't want to fight openly, only stood at a distance and did these damned little tricks.

He said that even if a ghost's head was broken, it wouldn't die, but he dodged faster than anyone else. What was even more annoying was that he actually dodged quickly.

The loose fist was clenched tightly, and due to the excessive force, it made a creaking sound, which was very intimidating.

Unlike Akaza who had already entered a state of anger, Douma seemed to be in a better mood, waving his fan leisurely. He just took a closer look at the crystal figure pierced by the ice cone that was kicked away in the distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's really a foul, Akaza-dono. You can't see it, but you can still be aware of it. It's really annoying that you can use a compass needle."

Rinko had told him about the Razor Needle before. Douma himself had heard about it, but as expected, there was a difference between hearing about it and seeing it with one's own eyes.

Akaza could sense actual murderous intent as accurately as a compass, so even a sneak attack would fail.

Speaking of which... Xiao Linguang's eyes are indeed different from others. Those eyes can easily see through a person's essence. In his eyes, there is a clear distinction between strong and weak, and disguise is meaningless.

It’s a pity that the mouth and the little head are not as useful as the eyes. Those weird and outrageous descriptions are indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people, and Douma cannot fully understand them either, but the parts that can be understood are very accurate.

"Destruction Kill·Kick Style·Flying Star Thousand Wheels."

From far to near, the raised leg carried a murderous intent that even Douma could feel, he really wanted to kick his head to pieces.

"Blood Demon Art: Snow in the Withered Garden."

The attack launched by the continuously waving fan is not as fierce as other vampire magic, but it has the advantage of greater endurance. One after another, the frost and snow will block the field of vision and affect the movement. The wind and frost brought by each waving are like a knife that can easily cut the flesh and condense into frost on the wound.

The kicks came like a storm, fierce and fast. It was indeed fast, but not fast enough. At least Douma could still cope with it. Every swing of the wind and snow could accurately block the approaching foot.

"Are you not satisfied with just smashing it, Lord Akaza? If possible, I still hope that you won't kick my head off—"

Akaza refused to respond to his words, and it had been like this since just now. Apart from the provocation at the beginning, he was unwilling to say a few more words to him afterwards. It was really strange. There were so many things to talk about when he sat with Rinko, and the upper ranks in the past could at least talk to other demons when they were summoned. Why did he become silent when it came to him?

However, Rinkou said that he didn't like to talk before, and it was only after being trained and educated by Muzan-sama and Kokushibo-sama that he was willing to speak. Maybe Akaza just needed some guidance before he was willing to speak to him? Just like he needed some guidance to know that eating women's flesh would make him stronger.

Douma had already made up his mind, and Akaza, who was frostbitten due to the troublesome blood demon art, was still unaware of the entanglement he was about to encounter.