Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Chapter 141 Convergence

Bazaar's laws are resisting fiercely.

A deep blue energy continuously surged from within the scales, attempting to repair the transformed parts. Silver-white and deep blue light repeatedly pulled and flickered alternately on that small patch of scale.

The film on the first day of December is fading at an accelerated rate.

Within Bazaar's domain, the drain on him is also enormous.

Sweat kept seeping from his forehead, instantly freezing into ice crystals in the low temperature of the stagnant water, then melting under the residual heat of the light film, sliding down his brow bone and into his eye socket.

The area on the scales that has been transformed is slowly expanding.

From the size of a fingernail to the size of a coin to the size of the palm of your hand.

Bazaar's repair speed is slowing down.

Her law threads have all been recycled, and without external energy replenishment, the core's output is being consumed little by little.

Just as the conversion zone was about to expand enough for a fist to penetrate—

A sharp chill ran down my spine on the first day of December.

He didn't even have time to turn around.

A water blade sliced ​​across his right waist, cutting through the weakest point of the light membrane and leaving a wound on his abdomen.

The blood that gushed from the wound was instantly frozen into dark red ice crystals by the stagnant water, which floated between the two.

On the first day of December, his body stiffened briefly due to the excruciating pain.

His right fist slid off the scales.

The transformation of the character 【猴】 was interrupted.

Once the scales, which had become rough and brittle, were freed from the suppression of the brownish-yellow light, a deep blue energy immediately surged from within and began to repair themselves.

Basha finally opened her eyes.

The vertical pupils gleamed coldly in the stagnant water, less than an arm's length away from the new moon of December.

She raised her right hand from her side, each of her five fingers holding an extremely thin water blade.

That cut just now was one of those pieces.

"Very close."

Her voice echoed nothing in the stagnant water, as if it were etched directly into the air.

"What a pity."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he covered the wound on his right side with his left hand. The symbol of the horse faintly glowed under his palm, and the muscles around the wound began to slowly contract and heal.

Neither side made a move.

The two faced each other in the deepest part of the stagnant water, so close that they could see each other's reflections in their pupils.

Basha's vertical pupils suddenly tilted upwards.

Although he couldn't see the new moon, he sensed it—the density of the stagnant water fluctuated extremely faintly in the direction above his head.

Something is approaching.

Bazaar looked away.

Her expression remained unchanged, but December noticed that she had two more water blades on her right hand.

It went from five pieces to seven pieces.

"Your companions," she said, "in this area, they don't last three minutes."

There was no response on the first day of the twelfth month.

His left hand was still pressed against the wound, and the healing process of the horse was still slowly underway.

His right hand hung at his side, the fist still warm from the fading of the dragon.

Bazaar clearly didn't want to give him more time to recover.

Her vertical pupils contracted slightly, and she flipped her right hand, causing seven water blades to rotate half a circle between her fingers, with the blades facing the direction of the new moon.

"Whoosh!"

Seven nearly transparent arcs shot out simultaneously from between Basha's fingers, drawing seven parallel tracks in the stagnant water, slicing towards December 1st's chest, abdomen, and limbs at the same time.

Instead of retreating, he moved closer, heading straight towards Basha.

Three water blades sliced ​​into his golden skin, leaving cuts on his left shoulder, right forearm, and left thigh.

But the remaining four pieces grazed past him.

He made the right bet.

Bazaar's water blades are fan-shaped scattering; the closer to the emission source, the narrower the distance between the blades.

He chose to meet the attack head-on rather than retreat, which narrowed the scope of the attack he needed to deal with, at the cost of only three new wounds.

But the distance has been reduced to less than one meter.

On the first day of December, his right fist slammed out again.

"Boom!"

Pure, unadulterated power enhancement.

The sound of a fist slamming into the scales of the bazaar echoed dully in the stagnant water.

Basha's body was pushed back several meters by the punch.

Although the scales were not broken, the core of the deep blue-black light law in her chest cavity flickered briefly.

Basha's lips twitched.

That was the first time on December 1st that I saw an expression other than a smile on her face.

"You're stalling for time."

Her voice changed.

The tone was no longer calm to the point of indifference; it now carried a layer of something very familiar from the first day of December.

Murderous intent.

Basha opened her arms at the same time.

Each of the ten fingertips condensed into a water blade, but this time the water blades were different from the previous ones—a very faint blue light floated on the surface of the blades, which was the trace of the direct infusion of law energy.

She allocated a portion of her core power to her attacks.

On the first day of December, the pupils constrict slightly.

His light membrane had become so thin that it was almost invisible, and the four wounds on his body were still bleeding. The healing speed of the horse could not keep up with the frequency of new injuries.

If all the water blades hit, his defenses will be completely breached.

Basha's fingers moved.

Ten water blades of law were fired simultaneously—

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, not belonging to the stagnant water area, came from directly above Basha.

That was the sound of metal hitting water.

Basha's vertical pupils suddenly rolled upwards.

A huge, broken bronze figure fell from the darkness of the stagnant water, its carapace riddled with dents and cracks, its left arm empty, and its right arm twisted and deformed.

Masked General.

The shikigami's falling trajectory cut right into the space between Basha and the new December.

Six of the ten water blades struck the masked general's armor, causing bronze fragments and shadow remnants to explode in the water, shaving off a large chunk of the armor's front.

The remaining four pieces circled around the masked general from both sides, but the angle had been deflected by the shikigami's body—two pieces flew past the top of December's head, one piece cut into the stagnant water on his left, and the last piece grazed his right ear.

A thin line of blood appeared on the auricle.

After enduring the six blades of law-based water, the bronze armor on the front of the Masked General almost completely peeled off, revealing a core composed of shadow entities.

The shadowy entity dissolves rapidly under the corrosive influence of the stagnant water, and the shikigami's body is shrinking at a visible rate.

But from the gap in the breastplate, a gun barrel slowly emerged.

Zhenyi kept adjusting her posture as the masked general fell.

The shadowy entities on the inner wall of the cavity had become extremely thin, and she could feel the chill of the stagnant water seeping in from behind, climbing up her spine segment by segment.

Fortunately, her hands were very steady.

She only felt the intensity of the rolling decreasing.

The masked general's remains gradually stabilized in the stagnant water, with the square hole on his breastplate facing downwards.

Basha appeared in the scope.

They are very close.

So close that Zhenyi could see the area on her scales that had been transformed and repaired by the "monkey"—its color was a shade lighter than the surrounding scales, and the repair was not perfect.

That's a weakness.

The Black Queen's shadow patterns lit up again.

A purplish-black light spread from the barrel to the scope, the temperature soared, and the heat burned into the palm through the glove.

But Zhenyi did not fire immediately.

She was waiting for the right opportunity.

Basha's attention was diverted after the masked general suddenly appeared. Her vertical pupils switched rapidly between the new moon and the masked general, and the water blade in her right hand was re-condensing.

On the first day of December, he bypassed the masked general's side and circled around from Basha's left rear.

The crimson light of the [Dragon] symbol on his right fist shone again, but this time he didn't rush to throw a punch. Instead, he pressed the heat energy onto his fist, allowing the temperature to continue to rise.

The stagnant water around his fist began to boil, and fine bubbles kept bubbling out from between his fingers.

Basha sensed the heat source behind her.

The moment her body began to turn, Mayi pulled the trigger.