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

The real man was furious. He was always the one who changed other people's souls, how could anyone change his own soul!

He stretched out his right hand and released [Multiple Souls - Body Slash] at extremely close range.

The impact slammed into Mashiro's side, sending her flying.

After flipping twice in the air, Mashiro regained her balance, twisted her body to exert force, and landed lightly.

Her left hand was pressed against her side; the spot where she had been hit from the front was still throbbing slightly, but it wasn't anything serious.

She looked up at the real person opposite her.

The real person slowly stood up, his condition much worse than before.

The spatial rift on his face destroyed half of his head, and remnants of cursed power seeped out from the wound.

But what embarrassed him most was not the injury on his face, but the fact that his mouth was sealed shut.

Mashiro looked at him, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "How does it feel to shut up?"

The man didn't answer; the anger in his eyes was almost bursting out of his pupils.

"You bastard!" He used non-action to repair his injuries and mouth.

He raised his right hand, his fingers still trembling.

The number of multiple souls was already small, but he forcefully activated his curse power, disregarding everything else. His right arm swelled up again, and the sphere in his palm reappeared.

Mashiro didn't give him a chance to fire.

She rushed in front of him the instant the light shone in his palm.

Cong Yu slashed vertically downwards, the blade trailing a faint blue light.

The real man used his swollen right arm to block the attack. The moment the blade collided with his bone, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and his knees sank.

"You thought that was the end of it?"

Mashiro smiled, and a pillar of fire ignited from Murasame's sword, striking Masato's chest at point-blank range.

The impact and the high temperature combined to lift him off the ground and send him flying backward.

He fell to the ground, rolled several times, and crashed into the inner wall of the domain.

The dark red inner wall was dented by the impact, and the real person's body was embedded inside, with a charred hole burned into the chest, and white smoke was still rising from the edges.

He fell to the ground, the hole in his chest slowly healing, but at a noticeably slower pace, as his magical power was almost gone.

Even the domain itself began to tremble, cracking from the edges and peeling off piece by piece.

A large crack appeared in the outer shell of the enclosure, and the lights from the third underground level poured in again.

"Looks like this is the end. How boring, Makoto."

Mashiro stood in the middle of the corridor, with two or three thin, long cuts on her face, but she ignored them.

The man knelt at the end of the corridor, his chest still steaming.

Then he slowly stood up, supporting himself with his hands, head down, and let out a muffled laugh.

Mashiro sighed. It seemed that he had finally managed to bring out Mashiro's final form.

She was hoping to skip this step.

Sure enough, the person covered their face with both hands.

"[Non-action transformation]".

His body began to swell and explode in the next instant.

His flesh and blood twisted and recombine, and the cursed power solidified on the surface of his body into a new shape.

He transformed into a grotesque monster with a tail and black, blade-like spikes on his elbows.

"【Killing them all results in spirits】".

The real man stood up straight, his height nearly doubled, and the fluctuations of his magical power were on a completely different level.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers clenching into a fist, then relaxing, then clenching again.

The blade at his elbow reflected a black sheen under the light. He wiggled his tail, which slammed against the wall, creating a dent.

"So that's how it is." His voice was much lower than before.

Makoto looked up at Mashiro and said, "So this is what it feels like to transform myself like this. I have to thank you for letting me grasp the true nature of my soul."

Mashiro sighed, looking at him indifferently, "And then?"

Mashiro's attitude angered Masato once again.

He brought the blades together at his elbows, the two black blades crossing in front of him.

"I will slowly kill you, one cut at a time."

Mashiro looked him up and down, then shook her head.

"It's this again." She hoisted Cong Yu onto her shoulder, the blade resting against her shoulder. "When you can't win, you grow bigger and think you've gained omnipotent power."

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"Won't it get boring if we keep doing this?"

"You bastard!"

The real person was launched forward in the next instant, his legs hitting the ground and creating two deep craters.

His entire body almost became a gray-black afterimage in the air.

The two blades at the elbow unfold, cross in a scissor-like shape, and close together at the position of the real white blade.

Mashiro didn't move; the Dharma wheel above her head had stopped spinning.

In other words, she knows how to use domains now.

However, in Mashiro's perception, the fluctuations of curse power were not limited to Mashiro alone.

Lu Suo had been waiting there for a long time to recruit the real person.

Therefore, one should not easily reveal the effects of their domain.

It seems that we have no other choice but to use that method.

Mashiro raised her left hand in a sword-like gesture in front of her, and said, "[Domain Deployment]".

In an instant, the black domain enveloped the real person.

Then Mashiro extended her right hand, forming a palm, and said, "[Release]."

She doesn't intend to use the effects of the domain; she only needs the ability to "hit the target".

The "Sure Hit" technique, when attached to a spatial rift, no longer requires the technique to be generated and advanced as before; instead, it can instantly slash through the spatial net!

The speed at which the real person killed the spirits was too fast; it was so fast that he realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

He took the hit head-on, and instantly his armor and flesh were all sliced ​​through.

"ah!!!"

The real person screamed again and fell onto the floor, which had returned to its original state.

With the domain unfolding in 0.2 seconds, Mashiro successfully used it.

She nodded in satisfaction.

The 0.2-second field deployment consumes relatively little resources and allows you to easily conceal your field effect.

However, the damage from [Solution] was still too low; it didn't even kill the real person instantly. It seems that Lu Suo will still take it down.

While thinking, Mashiro didn't stop what she was doing.

Cong Yu twirled the knife in her hand, about to slash at the real man's neck.

But the real person's body began to shrink, and the form of the spirit that had been killed could no longer be maintained.

He no longer had the strength to use the transformation of inaction to heal his injuries.

But this reduction in size was precisely what caused the knife to miss its target.

But Mashiro wasn't embarrassed; it was someone else who was.

Lu Suo looked at the shrunken real person, and then at himself, who had appeared to block the blow because he thought he would be killed by a single blow.

"..."

"Hmph, clown." Mashiro sheathed her sword and took two steps back, uttering what Ryouso was thinking.

Lu Suo's face twitched; this kid really had a sharp tongue.

But he was too lazy to care about such things anymore.

"【Spirit Manipulation Technique - Ultimate Version: "Vortex"】."

The real person's body floated up from the ground, starting with the fingers which transformed into magical power and were drawn into the palm of the lasso, followed by the torso and head.

The whole process was quick; the person didn't struggle, as if their heart had already given up.

Finally, it completely disappeared into the compressed mass of magical power.

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