Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

B3F, which is the third basement level.

Mashiro stepped down, her body completely unstained by blood.

There was a security gate at the entrance. Mashiro reached out and pushed aside the barrier, making a slight metallic scraping sound.

Behind the door is a long passageway, narrower than the corridors on the first and second basement levels.

All the ceiling lights were on, illuminating the empty passageway.

Yes, it was deserted; the passageway was empty.

There were no modified humans, no surviving humans, and not even any corpses.

Too clean, excessively clean.

"Come out, what are you still hiding there for?" Mashiro said, looking at the passageway that was open to the public. "Hiding like this isn't like you."

"Clap clap clap clap clap..."

Applause came from deep within the passageway, followed by a series of footsteps.

"I knew you would come."

The real person emerged from the corner at the end of the passage.

He was wearing a simple shirt and trousers, a smile on his face, and his hands, which had been clapping, were now back in his pockets.

"I've been thinking about you all this time. Xia You stopped me that time, but this time no one will bother me."

Mashiro held Murami in her right hand and tapped the hilt of the sword impatiently. "You're so annoying with all your nagging. At this point, it can't be resolved with words anymore."

"What?" The real person was interrupted and was slightly taken aback.

"It means you need to grit your teeth, it's going to hurt a lot!"

Mashiro leaned forward slightly and then appeared in front of Masato in the next instant.

"Don't scream out loud!" Mashiro delivered a horizontal slash aimed directly at the real person.

"So fast! I can't get hit by her knife!"

The real man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly transformed his legs into those of an antelope, retreating more than ten meters to dodge the attack.

After stopping, the real person was slightly out of breath, still shaken.

If he hadn't run away the instant Mashiro appeared in front of him, he would have been cut in half at the waist!

"You really don't hold back," Masato said, looking at Mashiro in front of him. "You came in with such a strong killing intent right from the start."

Mashiro did not pursue them.

She stood still, holding Cong Yu in front of her, the knife tip pointed at him, "You ran pretty fast."

"If you don't run faster, you'll die." The real man tore off the piece of fabric from his shirt that had been cut. "Your knife is even faster than it was at the exchange meeting."

"What are you talking about that's perfectly normal?" Mashiro continued, "Are you still going to fight, you mortal?"

The real person smiled and did not refute.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets, and both hands began to deform simultaneously.

The five fingers are stretched out, the knuckles are bent backward, the fingertips are split open, and white, bony spikes grow from inside.

"The best is yet to come."

The real person moved first, and was even faster than when they were running away.

In less than half a second, he sprang from the other end of the passage to in front of Mashiro, his five bone spikes on his right hand coming together, and he stabbed her fiercely.

As Mashiro turned to the side, a bone spur grazed the outside of her left shoulder.

As she turned to the side, the Rain of the Blade in her right hand flipped, the tip of the blade rising from below, aiming straight for the unsuspecting man's chest.

The man didn't dodge. Suddenly, his chest split open, the crack widening to both sides to form a hole just big enough for the knife to pass through.

The rain pierced the hole without causing any damage.

The man looked down at the blade that had pierced his chest and smiled.

"I've been thinking ever since the last exchange meeting that your sword is too fast. Simply blocking and dodging will always result in mistakes."

He jumped back, letting the blade exit from the hole in his chest. "So I modified this part of my chest into an openable structure, so even if I can't dodge it, they can't kill me."

The hole in his chest slowly closed after the blade was withdrawn, and his skin covered it again.

"You really enjoy making holes in yourself, huh?" Mashiro said.

"Because it's very convenient."

The real person raised his right hand in front of him, his five fingers joined together, fingertips touching, and then his entire right arm began to swell.

The diameter of the arm doubled within seconds, then shrank back down.

He was deliberately demonstrating his control over his body and soul.

Then he pointed his arm at Mashiro.

【Multiple Souls - Body Distraction】.

Without warning, the real person launched another attack.

He used the rejection reaction of the multiple souls within his body to cause an explosive increase in the quality of his soul, and then shot it towards Mashiro.

There was no flash of light from Mashiro; a spatial rift tore open in front of her fingertips.

The multiple souls were annihilated upon contact, their very ashes seemingly falling into a spatial rift and never being retrieved.

The real person's pupils contracted for a split second.

"Spatial rifts." He revealed an excited expression. "What else can you do? Show us!"

"That depends on whether you're qualified."

The real person tilted their head and stared at Zhenbai, the smile on their face never changing.

"The more you say that, the more I want to see what else you're holding back."

Without waiting for her reply, he charged forward, concentrating his magical power in his arms.

The left arm is responsible for using [Multiple Souls - Body Sweep], while the right arm is responsible for suppressing power.

"Bang bang bang".

Several multi-elemental attacks came, carrying powerful curse energy.

Mashiro didn't use the spatial rift again. She took a step to the left to dodge the first shot, then used the momentum to lower her center of gravity. The second shot grazed her head and crashed into the wall behind her.

A fist-sized hole was punched through the wall, and chunks of cement flew out of the passage.

Plans are in place!

What the real man wanted wasn't a perfect shot; he wanted the moment she dodged with her movement.

At the same moment she lowered her center of gravity, he sprang out from behind, his five bony spurs spreading out as he moved, stabbing at her simultaneously from different angles.

But it still didn't work.

Mashiro flipped her left hand, and the moisture in the air rapidly condensed in front of her palm, forming a flat water shield in an instant.

The water shield was only two centimeters thick, but its density was compressed to the limit by the curse.

The bone spikes struck the water shield, their speed greatly reduced by the water's resistance.

The fastest one pierced the water shield, but lost its penetrating power when it hit her. The other four were completely stopped.

After withstanding the impact, the water shield exploded, turning into a fine mist that permeated the passage.

The real person's vision was obscured by the mist, and Cong Yu emerged from the mist, the tip of the knife shining blindingly under the white light.

The man was thrown backward. As he retreated, he looked down at his chest and saw a shallow cut on his skin; thankfully, he hadn't been hit directly.

He landed on the ground, clasped his hands together, and made a gesture.

Is it coming?!

Mashiro perked up and stared at him.

The real person raised his head, a massive surge of magical power emanating from him, revealing a cruel smile.

"I really want to see what's inside your soul if you take it apart."

"The domain expands, [into the self-imposed isolation]!!!"

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