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

First, the space was shrouded in a black barrier, and then countless hands emerged from behind the real person.

Hands of all sizes, stacked one on top of the other.

Mashiro stood still, while Murasame held the knife in his right hand, the tip pointing downwards.

Behind the wings, the crimson eyes stared at the gradually forming domain, a slight smile playing on the corners of its lips.

Great, that's how it should be.

The Dharma wheel atop Shinpaku's head emitted a faint clicking sound.

The rotation has begun.

The real person stood in the center of the field, arms outstretched, speaking in an exaggerated voice.

"Welcome to my domain, Kujo Mashiro."

He walked forward, his body deforming, his hands turning into curved blades.

"Do you think you can escape in my territory? I've got you."

Mashiro sighed softly, "Can you please stop saying such disgusting things, you perverted stalker?"

The real person laughed: "You can only be stubborn now."

He reached out his hand, and the entire area moved at the same time.

The hands above and below stretched out at the same instant, arms growing out from behind each hand, surging towards Shiro without any blind spots.

There was nowhere left to hide in the real person's territory, so Mashiro held Murasame horizontally in front of her and placed her left hand on the back of the sword.

The curse power flowed into the blade, emitting a ghostly blue light, and Cong Yu drew a complete circle in the air.

A ring of water blades shot out from the blade, spreading outwards from her center.

The water blade sliced ​​through the first row of palms, severing them cleanly.

But the hand regenerated so quickly that the severed hand grew back in an instant.

The "guaranteed win" has been activated.

The first hand touched her left shoulder.

Then countless hands came from all directions, grabbing her limbs and pinning her to the spot.

Each hand was initiating a transformation of non-action, trying to pull her soul in more than a dozen directions simultaneously.

But just like last time, it had no effect on Mashiro.

"Don't you ever learn?" Just as Mashiro was about to exert her strength to break free, she sensed something was wrong.

The previous transformation from inaction involved trying to mold her soul with a powerful hand, but now it's different.

Each effortless transformation initiated by her hands became thinner and smaller, like needles constantly piercing her soul.

My soul trembled in waves, but I could still bear it.

Mashiro gritted her teeth and exerted force with both hands.

A tremendous force instantly tore off the hand gripping her body, and the Falun spun wildly above her head.

next second.

"when!!!"

A loud bang was heard, and Cong Yu was blocked in front of the real person.

The hand that reached down from the sky transformed into a bone knife, blocking Mashiro's sudden attack.

The real man grinned maliciously, continuously applying the transformation of inaction, while countless hands transformed into blades, attacking Mashiro relentlessly through the guaranteed hit effect of the domain.

"If you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, I might let you go?"

Mashiro had already sustained injuries, and traces of blood were flowing down her body.

A slit was cut in its wings, revealing crimson eyes underneath.

"This level is far from enough." Mashiro raised her left arm and wiped away the blood.

The man paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Let's see how long you can keep up this stubbornness."

He raised his right hand, which had returned to normal, and clenched his fists.

All the hands within the domain tightened simultaneously, hundreds of hands initiating a transformation of non-action in the same instant, stimulating her soul.

But it really happened.

Why?

Why could her right hand still move when hundreds of hands were moving at the same time?

Why is she still holding that damn knife?

The smile on his face stopped; something was wrong.

What's wrong? What happened to her? What's different?

Suddenly, the real person noticed that the Falun above her head, which had been spinning continuously, had stopped operating.

What does this mean?

Mashiro switched Murasame to her left hand, and then clenched her right hand with her fingers spread open.

She held her hand up in front of her and looked at her palm.

"Non-action transformation can touch the soul, and touching it can change the soul of others."

"What do you mean by this?" Makoto took two steps back. He could no longer sense Mashiro's soul. The transformation of inaction had failed her once again!

"I accept your technique."

Mashiro interrupted him, her right hand touching the back of the hand that was gripping her left shoulder.

"Like this."

His finger twitched, then turned into a puddle of mud and slid helplessly to the ground.

The man's eyes widened in utter horror: "This is impossible!"

The real person looked at the Dharma wheel that had started spinning again above her head, as if he knew something.

"You're using that Falun wheel to learn my techniques?!"

"To be precise, it's adaptation."

Mashiro is in a good mood right now and doesn't mind talking to Masato a bit more.

She hoisted Cong Yu onto her shoulders and began to reveal the procedure.

Although she didn't know whether disclosing the procedure would have any effect on adaptation, this was a good opportunity to experiment.

"The spells and attacks you use that affect me will trigger my adaptation. After this thing above my head finishes spinning..."

"That's when the adaptation is complete..."

Masato swallowed hard and continued Mashiro's words.

Mashiro glanced at him in surprise, not expecting him to be so cooperative.

He's so good at it, he's really made it look real.

She almost wanted to kill him more slowly.

"You're teachable. Do you understand now?" Mashiro nodded, and Murasame's blade pointed at Masato again. "You're the challenger!"

"That's not necessarily true!" The real man gritted his teeth, and the hand within his domain surged up again.

This time, the hands on the ground climbed up from under the feet, the hands on the ceiling fell down from above the head, and the hands on the walls split into two wings to simultaneously encircle the area.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Mashiro snorted coldly and charged forward.

The sole of the shoe crushed the hand beneath the ground, using the force to propel it towards the real person, and Cong Yu thrust straight at it.

The real man stepped back, opened his chest, and the empty hole reappeared.

The tip of Cong Yu's knife pierced the hole and went through.

However, Saint Seiya warriors won't fall for this kind of move a second time!

Mashiro pressed the knife down, and the blade wedged into the edge of the hole.

The blade of the rain-soaked blade embedded itself into the muscles of the man, pulling his entire body downwards.

The person lost their balance and their upper body tilted downwards.

Mashiro suddenly stretched out her left hand, spread her five fingers, and pressed it hard against his face.

A spatial rift tore open in front of the palm.

To die!

The real person showed a terrified expression, gritted their teeth, and tried to break free from Mashiro's hand.

However, how could a mere special-grade cursed spirit like him break free from the power of the heavens and the curse?

A spatial rift slashed across his face, sending blood and flesh flying.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The real person let out a piercing scream, but the next second, the scream turned into a soft whimper.

"I told you, grit your teeth and don't let me hear you scream!!"

Mashiro revealed a cruel smile, pressed her left hand even tighter, pressing down on Makoto's mouth, and activated the Wuwei Transformation!

The real person was horrified to find that their mouth had been sealed shut.

The effects of non-action in transforming and reshaping the body were applied to him!