Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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Inosuke was also desperately resisting the gravity, his muscles trembling and sweat pouring down his face.

Kanao and Genya Shinazugawa are the same.

Ten minutes later.

The pillars were gradually becoming exhausted, and their faces showed signs of strain.

Tanjiro and his four companions struggled to hold on.

Thirty minutes later.

The pillars were panting heavily.

Tanjiro and the other five were sweating profusely.

after an hour……

"Alright, that's enough for now."

As Ron dissipated the gravity created by the Tenseigan.

Everyone felt a sense of lightness.

The pillars could no longer lift their swords; they collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Tanjiro and the other four, who were about to stand up straight, were completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

"I can't do it anymore, I... I can't even lift a single finger."

Zenitsu lay on the ground like a dead dog, his tongue lolling out.

Tanjiro was also exhausted: "The breathing technique is being used beyond its capacity... My lungs feel like they're about to catch fire."

"Huhuhu..."

Inosuke lay on the ground with his head tilted back in a starfish position, his chest heaving violently.

Kanao and Genya Shinazugawa weren't much better off than them.

Goto, who came to deliver food and water, was deeply saddened by their miserable state.

"I never expected the special training to be so brutal... It's terrifying..."

……

After everyone rested, ate and drank their fill, and recovered their strength,

Ron waved his hand, and to everyone's astonishment, the Yoriichi Zero Sword borrowed from the village of swordsmiths appeared out of thin air on the open ground.

"Tanjiro, the five of you take turns using it to practice."

After teaching the five how to use Yoriichi Zero Style, they were all very interested and gathered around.

Then Ron looked at the pillars, gripped the hilt of the ancient sword at his waist, and smiled at them, "Your stamina should have recovered by now, right? Next up is the actual combat."

"All of you are targeting me."

43. One man's strength is like a god among swords!

"Everyone... He's going to take on seven Pillars all by himself?!"

Goto, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed, hardly believing his ears.

That's the strongest Pillar in the Demon Slayer Corps!

Obanai Iguro looked at Ron, hesitatingly saying, "Mr. Ron, no matter what, this is..."

Swish!

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Two figures rushed past him.

One person moved as swiftly as the wind.

One person is as fiery as fire.

"Wind Breathing - First Form: Dust Whirlwind - Slash!"

"Breath of Flame - First Form: Shiranui!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku unleashed their respective high-speed sword techniques, launching a fierce attack on Ron.

The fiery red blade wreathed in flames and the cyan blade swirling with whirlwind slashed down at Ron.

Ron casually drew his ancient sword from his waist and slashed out.

"One sword flow, caressing and cutting."

A sword has been drawn.

The wind died down and the fire went out.

The attacks from Shinazugawa Sanemi and Rengoku Kyojuro were like mud oxen sinking into the sea. The next second, an even stronger sword pressure rushed in like a whirlwind, forcing the two of them to fly backward from in front of Ron.

Ron stood there casually, holding his sword in one hand.

Not a single step was retreated.

"They actually defeated those two with a single blow..."

A look of shock flashed in Obanai Iguro's eyes.

Kanroji Mitsuri stared blankly at him.

"Mr. Ron... he's really strong!"

"Is there even a need to say that?"

Uzui Tengen gripped the twin swords on his back, his gaze fixed intently on Ron.

Tokito Muichiro gripped the hilt of the Nichirin Blade, a burning passion appearing on his usually expressionless face. His pupils no longer held anything else but Ron.

Shinobu Kocho gazed at the tall, slender figure ahead, her purple eyes filled with admiration and awe.

Goto, standing not far away, stared in disbelief, too shocked to speak.

Ron looked up at the pillars, raised his sword, and pointed the tip at them calmly, saying:

"Come on, give it your all."

this moment.

Clad in a blue haori, with a slender, upright figure like a pine tree, and a calm expression, Ron's long black hair, tied in a high ponytail, swayed in the breeze. He exuded an incomparably sharp sword aura, both extreme and pure.

Under the oppressive force of that sword aura, the surrounding air solidified and became heavy, and the pillars felt as if they were being pricked by thorns.

At this moment, Ron appeared to the Pillars like a god among swords.

Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku stood up straight, their eyes fixed on him.

"Give it your all, everyone."

Shinobu Kocho drew her Nichirin Blade, and as she spoke, she stomped her foot and vanished from the spot.

next second.

She appeared in mid-air in front of Ron, thrusting her rapier at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

Seven purple flowers bloomed in the air in an instant.

Ron's body was punctured like a bubble.

Everything she did fell through.

Whoosh!

It was accompanied by a whooshing sound.

Before Shinobu could react...

Ron used the blade to slap her away.

Muichiro Tokito rushed up behind Ron.

Breath of Mist, Second Form: Yae Mist.

The eight-hit combo of clouds and mist.

Ron swung his sword backhand.

The sword pressed down like a tidal wave, directly shattering eight powerful slashes.

The massive, slashing attack, as thick as a tidal wave, swept towards Muichiro as his eyes widened.

Even though he managed to react in time with the Breath of Mist, Third Form: Mist Scattering, the attack still managed to break through his defenses.

He was slashed back more than twenty meters by a single sword strike.

Followed by.

Uzui Tengen, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, along with Shinazugawa Sanemi and Rengoku Kyojuro, all attacked together, using different sword techniques to slash at Ron from all directions.

Sound Breathing - Fourth Form: Resounding Slash Without Interruption.

Breath of the Wind, Fifth Form: Cold Autumn Mountain Wind.