Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

An eyesore. Annoying.

Whether it was the effortless posture or the leisurely tone of voice, even the vampire magic was equally disgusting.

The frustration of not getting what he wanted intensified as the frost spread across his skin.

"Blood Demon Art: Crystallization of the Prince"

Those troublesome little ice men reappeared, and the irritation grew stronger, and anger rose.

Akaza has fought against strong enough enemies before. Although there are not many powerful enemies, he has encountered good seedlings before. A good fight will make him happy regardless of whether he wins or loses.

Even with the insurmountable mountain of Kokushibo, he was unafraid during the battle. The more clearly he realized the gap between them, the more motivated he became. It was a discernible gap, but it also meant it was a figure he could pursue. All he had to do was continue on his path, chasing.

But Douma is different. Comparing him to Kokushibo is an insult to Kokushibo. Kokushibo would not tease his opponents like this, nor would he use these annoying moves to fly kites. The fight between strong people should not be like this. It should be more straightforward to compete with fists, swords, and strength to fight for victory.

Akaza could see that Douma could obviously launch a stronger attack, but he didn't do that. He just teased him with ease as if he was teasing a child.

It was like an adult who was deliberately holding up a toy high in the air, keeping a wicked smile on his face, looking down at him as he jumped around.

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Not being able to feel it doesn't mean not being able to see it. Human emotions are always clearly written on their faces, and demons' are even more straightforward. What's more, the demon standing in front of you is Akaza. If you were to rank them, Akaza would definitely be far ahead in terms of emotional richness. Even Lord Muzan wouldn't have such clear, definite and rich emotions.

Akaza was angry, and seemed to be getting angrier and angrier.

This is strange.

Xiao Lin clearly said that Akaza really likes to fight with strong people. The stronger the demon hunter, the more he likes it. He will chat with the other party for a long time and will deliberately let the other party win to prolong the fighting time, forcing the other party to use their potential and grow in desperate situations. He also hopes that the other party will be willing to accept his invitation when they gradually realize the gap.

So Douma was deliberately letting Akaza win, just like what Akaza did, but why did Akaza look unhappy at all?

Akaza likes to do that, but doesn't like to be treated that way?

When he asked Xiao Lingguang before, what did the other party answer?

"It wasn't always like this. It's because you and Kokushibo-sama have always been... in Kokushibo-sama's words, you've been spoiled. So you gradually became 'indulgent'."

Ah, so you can't just keep him hanging like this, you should try to give him some sweet treats, right?

Douma snapped his fingers in his heart, and his chaotic thoughts had clear guidance, so he deliberately slowed down the fan.

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"Destroy and kill the ghost core and the eight cores."

Every punch and kick was extremely destructive. The flying ice lotus was completely shattered. This time, not even a fragment was left. The spreading residual power also knocked the Son of Ice, who was waving a small fan in the distance, into pieces.

The little 'Douma' finally stopped moving after his head and body were separated.

"Destruction Kill·Foot Style·Crown First Cut."

Although he was facing away, he immediately noticed Douma approaching. The fan stayed in mid-air, and he felt something solid under his feet. This time, what was shattered was no longer ice, but Douma himself. His palms supported the ground, and within his sight was a head flying high. The sound of flesh and blood separating was clearly audible.

"Ahhhh, I really got kicked in the head by Akaza-dono—"

The head that fell to the ground emitted the tone that Akaza hated the most, with a deliberately drawn-out ending that was full of a smile. It was obviously Douma who had his head kicked off, but when those words came out of his mouth, it seemed as if Akaza was the one who suffered.

"Even if my head is kicked off, it won't make you shut up..."

The fallen head was picked up by its owner and reattached to the neck from which blood was gushing out. The moment the head and neck touched, everything returned to normal.

"If I could just kick it to pieces, I'd be able to calm down for a bit, but I don't think Akaza-sama is capable of that right now."

Veins bulged, muscles tensed, pupils contracted, and brows furrowed.

Every visible detail told Douma that the man before him was angry again. But he didn't understand. What was going on? He had already kicked his head off, hadn't he? Did he need to have his head smashed in order for him to be happy?

"Destruction Kill·Destruction Style."

Completely consistent occasion.

Whether it was the person being beaten or the one throwing the punch, even the emotions and moves were the same, except that this time it was not the ice sculpture that was shattered but the real head.

It was shattered completely. The entire head was hit by the fist head-on, and the neck, collarbone and chest were completely shattered. Blood and flesh splattered all over the ground, as if a huge hammer had hit it head-on, leaving a semicircular gap in the upper body.

Blood spurted out from the remaining body, but soon, the flesh and blood grew wildly, and the neck followed the body, and the head also recovered as before. Douma lowered his eyes and knocked at Akaza who retracted his fist, but did not see the other party's satisfied expression.

Akaza was not satisfied with this punch, but frowned even more.

Douma was completely confused.

He had clearly deliberately not dodged at all and had deliberately not tensed his body, just to make Akaza's punch effective enough, but why did the other party still look so angry?

"Are you provoking me by deliberately not dodging?"

"Ok?"

Douma opened his eyes wide and tilted his head, his face full of questions and confusion.

But the only response he got was a burst of punches and kicks. Douma didn't understand, but this time he didn't just let it go. Instead, he immediately distanced himself from Akaza.

"If you want to fight, then fight! Who needs you to let me win on purpose?"

"Ah, Akaza-dono doesn't want me to let you win? But Akaza-dono, you can't beat me, right..."

The smile on that face was brilliant, and the tone was unusually confident.

"Blood Demon Art: Cold White Princess."

Blocking the way was an ice sculpture made of ice and snow that resembled a woman. The soft and delicate ice girl spit out ice mist when she opened her mouth. It was invisible and could not cause clear damage like an ice cone, but it could instantly condense into a layer of ice on the skin and flesh to hinder movement.

"Rinko-chan said that Akaza-dono never hits a woman, so why don't we start practicing on a dummy? Come on, Akaza-dono, this is just made of ice, so it's okay if you don't hold back..."

Douma raised his hand to his lips and called out Akaza's name in a drawn-out tone as if calling out, and that tone, that choice of words.

It's just coaxing the child.

The ice sculpture in the shape of a woman was kicked out fiercely by Akaza and hit the maker himself. Douma shattered the ice sculpture with a wave of his hand, hugged his arms and touched his face with one hand, looking like an adult who was troubled by his child's excessive rebellion.

"Alas... I've even made a special dummy for you to practice on, but it's really worrying. Akaza-dono, are you going to start practicing with a child? Ah! Just choose little Rinkou's appearance!"

The frost gathered together, forming a vague outline of the boy. Sorashiki rushed in front of him in the blink of an eye, causing Douma to stop his movements and the uncontrolled ice fragments scattered all over the ground.

When Douma looked up, he saw Akaza gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

"Ah~ah~, what a great look! It looks like you're ready to kill me—that's really encouraging—"

Akaza's anger was completely ignited by the humiliation. He could almost hear his violently beating heart, feel the vibration of his chest, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his bones crackled.

Today he would definitely take Douma's head off, stomp on it and crush it, and then smear the floor with his brain!

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【tips：

How come Douma, such a good person, has a big mouth...

I wrote this for daily life to avoid the battle scenes...but in the end I couldn't avoid them at all...but luckily it's finally done...

Poor little Rinko was so pitiful, she fainted for a long time in a refrigerator that kept vibrating... (Although the fight was fierce, Akaza was very careful, so Rinko didn't get hurt at all)

Rinko: This is the worst sleep I've ever had (actually I wasn't sleeping, I just felt dizzy)