Initially, his movements were a bit clumsy, but as he became more focused, the clumsiness was gradually polished away, becoming fluid and smooth.
Ichiro Tokito's swordsmanship and Tanjiro's Kagura Dance indeed had similarities, but the former had a more pronounced killing intent.
Chu Yang continuously observed, attempting to piece together a complete Moon Breathing in his mind based on his understanding of Sun Breathing.
He vaguely felt that this might be the key to his breakthrough.
Chu Yang didn't call a stop, so Ichiro Tokito practiced over and over again, the starting point connecting to the end, as if forming a complete circle.
Exactly like the Kagura Dance.
Chu Yang's mind trembled!
The two Breathing Styles in his mind continuously merged; within the Sun, there was the Moon, and the addition of Moon Breathing made Sun Breathing tend towards perfection.
Chu Yang took a deep breath, and a brand new Breathing Style circulated within his body, giving him a refreshing experience.
When the white airflow was exhaled from his mouth and nose, it was no longer the golden flame, but a brilliant band of light, like the Milky Way.
"This is the new Sun Breathing…" Chu Yang paused, feeling that this name was not quite suitable, and immediately shook his head, "No, this is no longer Sun Breathing, but… Source Breathing."
"It can break through constraints, constantly improve, and allow me to step into a new level of life."
At the same time, Chu Yangs from other worlds all felt the power of Source Breathing.
Ever since Muzan Kibutsuji died, Demon Slayer Chu Yang's connection with the Soul Palace had become increasingly close, and Chu Yangs from other worlds could share his changes in real time.
...
Marvel World.
New York City, Brooklyn.
As the only hope of the village, Chu Yang came from a small rural town to New York, a metropolis that most people dreamed of.
He was here to attend school.
At first, Chu Yang thought it would be a very excellent public school, but when he arrived, he realized that the school was actually in Brooklyn, the poorest and most chaotic area in all of New York.
As a former gathering place for minority groups, primarily African Americans, Brooklyn has historically been prone to regional discrimination, and people from here find it difficult to find jobs outside.
This is one of the least favored districts in New York, with a large population and persistently high crime rates.
When others hear that you are from Brooklyn, they will invariably cover their mouths and make an expression of surprise.
As if you are a born criminal.
In such an environment, schools in Brooklyn are like decorations; rather than saying Chu Yang came here to study, it's more like he came here to muddle through.
Even so, the neighbors in the countryside were still very Happy to hold a farewell ceremony for Chu Yang.
Living in a big city, even the worst area, was a lifelong dream for some of them.
The high school Chu Yang attended was not large, at least it was shabbier than any high school shown in movies.
"Studying here is simply a waste of time!"
Chu Yang stood at the school gate, hesitating for a long time.
Finally, he left without looking back.
With less than 100 US dollars on him, Chu Yang couldn't find a place to stay once he left Brooklyn.
So he spent 50 US dollars to open a room in a nearby small hotel.
"The problem now is how to earn some money; it's impossible to just go back like this, right?"
Chu Yang suddenly realized…
He had so many clones, but none of their abilities were related to making money.
"Law-abiding and making money, you can only choose one…"
"Damn it, I'm not an American; what American law am I supposed to abide by?!"
"I'll go out and do a job tonight!"
Referring to the example of Magic Chu Yang collecting tuition from hooligans on the streets of London, Chu Yang felt it was also necessary for him to demand some living expenses from those bad guys and, incidentally, improve the local public order.
After waiting until dark at the hotel, Chu Yang went out wearing a black trench coat.
Although Brooklyn's economy couldn't compare to other places, the entertainment was just as good.
Bright lights and debauchery.
Not long after Chu Yang went out, he encountered several drug addicts wildly enjoying themselves on the street, with laughter and curses everywhere.
Walking a few more blocks, bars started to become more numerous, and from time to time, many drunks would appear, supporting each other, cursing, and then throwing up everywhere.
Chu Yang waved his hand in disgust and sneered, "Tsk tsk, the smell of freedom is everywhere…"
There were male and female drunks; typically, male drunks who collapsed on the street were ignored and would be pilfered by thieves hiding in the shadows.
Female drunks, however, received different treatment, surrounded by a bunch of "good young men" offering warmth and care; once she couldn't walk, they would immediately bend down, pick her up, and run.
If it was a wealthy gentleman with a car, he would directly throw her into the car and then drive away in the constantly shaking vehicle.
Seeing this, Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh, "There are still many good people in the United States of America…"
Just as he was about to pass through this decadent street, Chu Yang suddenly heard a scolding sound, and a group of tall African Americans blocked his path.
"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, never seen you before, new here? Do you know the rules here?"
As they spoke, five or six African Americans surrounded Chu Yang, and two with dreadlocks were behind him, pressing folding knives against his lower back.
Chu Yang smiled and said, "What rules? Tell me."
The leading African American was stunned; Chu Yang's reaction was completely unexpected. Under normal circumstances, people of any skin color would have started begging for mercy by now.
It was the first time someone had seriously questioned him back.
The African American sneered, "Be honest, hand over your valuables."
"I still have 50 US dollars on me; you can take it if you want." Chu Yang shrugged and raised his hands, "If you don't believe me, you can search me yourself."
The African American instructed his companions to search him, half-believing, half-doubting.
They searched several pockets on Chu Yang's body and indeed only found a scattered 50 US dollars.
Many passersby chose to ignore this scene.
They walked quickly past these people with their heads down.
The leading African American cursed angrily, "Damn pauper, only this little money, it's less than what I earn from work!"
Chu Yang looked at the African American with sincerity and asked, "What kind of work? Picking cotton?"
"Fuck!!!"
The African Americans were enraged and immediately swarmed forward!
Crack~~~
This was the sound of steel breaking.
The two African Americans with dreadlocks looked down at the broken folding knives in their hands, deep in thought.
When stabbing someone with a knife, how could the knife break?
When they looked up, what met their eyes was Chu Yang's kind smile and two fist-sized fists.
Thud! Thud!
The two African Americans flew out, crashing onto the cold concrete ground with a dull thud that sounded painful.
Chu Yang knocked out one person with each punch.
In an instant, only the leading African American was left in the group, standing there with a small switchblade.
A cold wind blew, and he shivered, looking so helpless and pathetic.
"Are you planning to use the knife in your hand to trim my nails?" Chu Yang said with a chuckle, "I'll pay you 50 US dollars to trim them cleanly, how about it?"
The African American decisively threw away the knife and squatted on the ground, holding his head with both hands.
"Tsk tsk, new here, don't you know the rules?"
Chu Yang repeated what he had just said, and the African American reacted quickly, immediately taking out all the valuables from his pocket and placing them on the ground.
"Get lost!"
The African American was as if granted a great pardon, pulling his few subordinates and running away in a flash.
Chu Yang picked up the money and counted it, roughly over 900 US dollars.
There were also some powdery substances on the ground, which Chu Yang stomped on several times.
As soon as he turned around, Chu Yang was blocked by a man whose body was very sturdy, wearing a well-fitting black suit.
"Well done, young man, have you received professional boxer training?"
Chu Yang originally thought it was another troublemaker, but he didn't expect the other party's first reaction to be to praise him?
He didn't look like a bad person.
Chu Yang grinned and said, "Sir, I haven't received any training; it's just that those people are too useless."
"Haven't received training?" The man in the suit was very surprised, then extended his hand to Chu Yang and said, "Hello, my name is Happy Hogan. Are you interested in becoming a professional boxer? I can take responsibility for training you!"
Happy?
Iron Man Tony Stark's bodyguard?
The more Chu Yang looked, the more he resembled him; no wonder this guy looked so burly.
Before meeting Tony Stark, Happy was indeed a boxer. After retiring from professional competition, he continued to follow boxing events.
He still had dreams about the boxing ring in his heart. If he couldn't achieve them himself, he hoped that the boxer he trained could.
"Mr. Happy, thank you for your kindness, but I'm not interested in boxing."
Chu Yang rejected Happy's offer.
Are you kidding? If he stood in a boxing ring, how many people would he kill?
"That's truly a pity." Happy shook his head in disappointment. In his opinion, Chu Yang was a rare talent, and it was a great shame for him not to step into the boxing ring.
Chu Yang reminded him, "You shouldn't be looking for a boxer right now, should you? Isn't Mr. Stark still missing?"