While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Nanami Kento has already made his move.

The moment Fushiguro grabbed Haibara Yu, Nanami Kento moved.

He gripped the knife tightly and slashed from the side, the blade aimed straight for Fuhesh'er's ribs.

The angle, timing, and force of that strike were all extremely precise.

But his blade didn't touch anything.

Fuheshen'er slightly shifted his body, like a leaf swaying in the wind, deftly dodging the blade. The blade grazed the hem of his clothes without even touching his skin.

Nanami Kento's pupils contracted slightly, but he reacted quickly. The moment the first strike missed, his body twisted in mid-air, and the second strike came from another angle.

This strike was faster, more ruthless, and more precise.

However, the space opened up again, and Fuheishen jumped backward, landing five meters away from Nanami Kento.

Seeing that he had forced the man back, Nanami Kento bent down to check Haibara Yu's breathing and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was still breathing.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then assumed a fighting stance, holding the sword horizontally in front of him, lowering his center of gravity, and pouring all his magical power into the sword.

He could sense that this person was very strong.

He was stronger than any enemy he had ever encountered.

Haibara has collapsed and must be sent for treatment immediately. We also need to find a way to notify Senior Xia You, but given the current situation, Nanami Kento doesn't think that the other party's speed will give him enough time to leisurely make a phone call to warn him.

Shen Er looked at Nanami Kento's tense expression and smiled slightly, a smile that carried an indescribable meaning, like appreciation or indifference.

"Nice eyes."

He said, his voice still low and hoarse: "But unfortunately, it's no use."

He moved.

This time, Nanami Kento saw it clearly—no, he didn't see it clearly, he only sensed it.

He felt the air moving, the wind direction changing, and something unseen but undeniably present was approaching him.

He instinctively swung his knife.

The blade traced an arc in the air, and the magical energy on its edge left a pale blue trail in the sunlight, blocking the path of the man's fist.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the woods.

A sharp pain shot through Nanami Kento's hand. The force of the impact was astonishing; his wrist could barely grip the hilt of the knife. His body was pushed backward two steps by the force, leaving two deep marks on the fallen leaves with the soles of his shoes.

But he blocked it!

Shen Erren said "Oh," with a hint of surprise in his tone.

He simply raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and gripped the blade directly.

Nanami Kento's blade stopped in Fuheishen's hand, as if it had been welded to an iron frame, remaining completely still.

Nanami Kento's expression changed.

His cursed power covered his entire body and the blade, and now, enhanced by the cursed power, he possessed the immense strength to split the stone lions at the hotel entrance. But at this moment, that immense strength seemed to have hit an iron wall, unable to advance even an inch.

Fuheshchen glanced down at the blade he was holding, and a slight smile curved his lips.

"A nice knife."

He did give a serious evaluation of the cursed artifact; as a master of melee combat proficient in various weapons, he knew its value.

"Unfortunately, people are too slow."

He flipped his wrist.

Nanami Kento's body was pulled forward by that force, and he felt as if his sword had been snatched away by an invisible hand and slipped out of his palm.

But he did not let go.

He knew that if he let go, he would have nothing left.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his knuckles turning white, the muscles in his arm taut to their limit. He was spun halfway through the air by Fuheishen's strength, and then...

A hand reached out from behind and grabbed his neck.

It's not pinching, it's locking.

The arm coiled around his neck like a python, tightening from behind, the forearm pressing against his Adam's apple, the upper arm pressing down on the side of his neck, forming a perfect strangulation position.

Armbar!

But it's not the kind wrestlers use on the ground; it's a more primitive and violent form of the rear naked choke, performed standing up.

Nanami Kento's eyes widened.

His trachea and both carotid arteries were pressed tightly by that arm, cutting off blood flow and causing his brain to become oxygen-deprived.

His consciousness became blurred in that instant.

struggle!

He struggled with all his might, using elbows, kicks, and headbutts—all his means of retaliation—but those two arms remained motionless, like iron rods welded to his neck.

His cursed power surged wildly within his body, trying to break free through the spell, but Fuheshen's arm seemed to sense the flow of his cursed power, always tightening slightly just before he was about to explode, suppressing his cursed power.

Nanami Kento's pupils began to dilate.

His hand slipped from the hilt of the knife, his fingers clenched weakly in the air a few times, and then fell limp.

His body went limp in Fuhesh'er's arms.

But his consciousness did not completely disappear at the last moment.

He heard Fuhesh'er's breathing, the sound of waves crashing in the distance, and the faint music coming from the hotel lobby.

He could hear his own heartbeat.

It's getting slower and slower.

It's getting slower and slower.

He was unable to make a sound to warn others. His vocal cords and trachea were compressed, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

But his right hand was still moving.

So he used the last bit of strength to swing the knife backward.

The knife spun in the air, the runes on its blade trailing a spiral of blue light as it spun, flying past Shen'er's ear and lifting a strand of his hair with a gust of wind.

"Unfortunately, his accuracy is terrible," he said, his tone laced with disdain.

However, he did not see the trajectory of the knife.

It didn't fly to the open space, but instead flew towards a large tree in the woods, where a black, inconspicuous thing was wriggling in the canopy.

That was a cursed spirit released by Xia Youjie.

A small, gecko-like cursed spirit was perched on the tree canopy, quietly observing everything that was happening in the forest.

The knife struck the cursed spirit with pinpoint accuracy.

"grumble!"

A short, sharp scream.

The cursed spirit's body was pierced by the knife, and black liquid gushed out from the wound, gleaming eerily in the sunlight. Then its body began to dissipate, turning into black mist little by little from the edges, drifting in the air.

Sensing the movement, Shen Er glanced back at the dissipating cursed spirit in the tree, then looked at Nanami Kento, who had lost consciousness in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Interesting," he said, his voice still languid, but with a hint of understanding in his tone.

"I underestimated you. To think of a way to notify your companions under these circumstances shows that there are other capable people besides Gojo Satoru in the high school."

He released his arm, and Nanami Kento's body silently slid down to the ground, lying next to Haibara Yu.

Fuheishen glanced down at the two men, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the hotel.