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

"solve!"

Tiger Stick withdrew his fist and said to them.

Zhang Xiang clapped his hands, looking deeply moved: "As expected of Hisahito, he solved it in no time!"

Bad Look and Bloodstained also clapped along, making Tiger Stick think for a moment that he was no longer on the battlefield.

"Stop like this! Let's go, let's go!"

Tiger Rod hurriedly went to the next floor, not wanting to stay there any longer.

"Yujin, wait for your older brother!"

Hearing a thumping sound behind him, Tiger Stick quickened his pace.

"Why are you running? We're brothers."

"Brothers don't need to clap after a fight, do they?"

"Why not? Of course we should applaud when you play well."

This person is unpersuasive!

Itajō didn't reply, but simply pulled his hoodie down a little.

The next few floors are not inhabited by cyborgs; they are inhabited by curse masters.

But it's very weak, yes, very weak.

The last curse master huddled in a corner, clutching several talismans in his hand.

Tiger Staff walked up to him, and he threw the talisman at him with trembling hands. The talisman burned in the air and turned into a fireball.

Huzhang slapped out the fireball, then slapped him unconscious.

He took a breath and moved his arms, his joints cracking.

"How many more floors are there?"

A crow flew back from the top floor and landed on her shoulder. She tilted her head to listen to the crow's cawing and opened her eyes.

"That's all. The next level is the top of the tower, where there are three sources of magical power."

Huzhang looked down at his fist; there were a few shallow scratches on his knuckles.

He wiped his hands on his trousers and headed towards the stairs leading to the top of the tower.

"Yujin," Zhang Xiang called out to him.

"Um?"

"Those three above are much stronger than those below, be careful."

Huzhang glanced back at Zhang Xiang and nodded.

Then he put his hand on the doorknob, pressed the handle, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door is the top of Shibuya S Tower, a spacious open-air platform.

The streets of Shibuya stretch out below, with streetlights forming a strip of orange-yellow light.

Three curse masters were waiting upstairs, with cursed nails beside them.

The old man in the middle sat cross-legged on the ground, his back hunched over badly, his face covered with deep wrinkles.

She was dressed in black, robe-like clothing, with her hands clasped together, holding a string of prayer beads in her palms.

The man on the left, with his arms crossed, is short and ugly, wearing a gray coat, and looks somewhat muscular.

Arisaka Jiro opened his eyes and glanced at Itadori, his eyes filled with unmistakable mockery.

Behind the old woman was her grandson, tall and thin, with a pale face.

The old woman spoke first; her voice was dry, but her volume was not small, and it carried clearly through the empty top floor.

"Although the number of participants was higher than expected, the outcome remained the same."

Haddock took a few steps forward. "You're the curse masters who set up this trap, aren't you?"

"Yujin Khajiitani, the vessel for Sukuna, I've heard of you." The old woman didn't answer the question. "However, I'm just doing this for money. Could you please leave now?"

"I'd like to ask you, could you please move aside?" Itachi laughed angrily. "I don't really want to lay a hand on an old man."

The old woman chuckled, "My job is to stay here. Since you don't want to leave, then you can stay here."

Tiger Rod clenched his fist, his gaze sweeping over the three curse masters opposite him.

"Three against six." He took off his hoodie hood. "You think you have the advantage?"

The old woman looked at him, a smile appearing on her face.

"Young man, having more people isn't necessarily an advantage."

She said to her grandson, "My dear grandson, are you ready?"

The young man took a few steps forward and said expressionlessly, "Yes, I know, Grandma."

The old woman lowered her head again, clasped her hands together, and began to move the prayer beads in her palms.

Her lips began to move rapidly, uttering a string of low incantations, the sound squeezed out from deep within her throat.

Uruga's pupils contracted. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew it couldn't be anything good!

Tiger Rod lunged forward a step, but the swelling appeared even faster.

"【Bleeding】!"

A pillar of blood shot from the flank toward the Witch, and the attack reached her in an instant.

The young man bent down, picked up the witch, and nimbly dodged to the side.

The jet of blood grazed his shoulder and struck the fence behind him, piercing a small hole in the iron bars.

"Tsk." Zhang Xiang clicked his tongue. "Go, stop her!"

Upon hearing this, Huzhang responded and continued charging forward.

"That won't do."

Arisaka Jiro moved, stepping forward to block Itadori's path.

"Get out of my way!"

With a surge of Incantara's power, he delivered a powerful punch to Arisaka Jiro's head.

"hehe!"

Arisaka Jiro didn't dodge or flinch, but instead took Itajiro's fist head-on.

"Bang!"

A loud noise rang out, and Itadori withdrew his fist, looking in surprise at the unharmed Arisaka Jiro.

Seeing that Huzhang had been stopped, Mingming controlled the crow to swoop down from the sky, trying to peck at the young man's neck.

"it's useless."

The young man seemed to be in excellent physical condition; his attacks failed to hit him in just a few moments.

"That's enough," the old woman said to the young man.

"I know, Grandma."

The young man placed the old woman on the ground, then took out a small piece of something and put it in his mouth, swallowing it.

Upon seeing this, the old woman opened her eyes and said, "【The Zen temple is like this】."

The young man's body began to contort, and his bones made a series of cracking sounds against his skin.

His entire physique is changing; his shoulders are broadening and his arms are lengthening.

The white T-shirt ripped, revealing the muscles that were beginning to form underneath.

"How is it, grandson?" Looking at her grandson who was undergoing a sudden change, the old woman asked with a smile.

"Yes, you're in great shape." The young man took a few steps forward, flashing a smile that didn't seem like his own. "Better than ever before!"

A different aura emanated from him, and everyone present could feel it.

Mingming took a half step back, and a crow cawed uneasily on her shoulder.

Huzhang stood at the very front, and terrifying pressure rushed towards him.

He had faced top-tier cursed spirits and often sensed the aura of Su Nuo within his body.

But this aura was different; it was pure strength. Just standing there made people feel their bodies sending out alarms.

The young man's body stopped changing; he lowered his head, his black hair falling down and obscuring his face.

Then he raised his head, his pupils brightening in the dim rooftop space.

The face had completely changed; it was no longer the young man from before, but someone else entirely.

Fu Heishen'er.

"This is... a spirit summoning technique..." Mingming said with a grim expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You do have some discernment." The witch smiled as she looked at her creation. "Go, kill them all."

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