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

"【Black Flash】!!!"

Tiger Staff's fist slammed into Fuheshen's face, and red and black arcs of electricity exploded on his fist.

Fuhesh'er's head was hit so hard it snapped to the side, and his body tilted to the side.

The impact of the black flash made him feel as if his bones were damaged, and he kept experiencing pain.

But this level of ability alone is not enough to defeat yourself!

Fuhesh'er's eyes gleamed. As he leaned to the side, he took a large step to regain his balance.

Then, in the brief moment when Huzhang retracted his fist, he grabbed Huzhang's wrist with his other hand.

"hateful!"

Huzhang's pupils contracted as he tried to break free from Fuheishen's grasp, but he failed.

"Bang!"

Fuhesh pulled hard, shifting Huzhang's center of gravity, and then slammed his other fist into Huzhang's face.

Huzhang tilted his head back, and blood splattered from his nose onto his clothes.

"Black Flash is really powerful, but unfortunately I don't have the magical power to use it."

Fuhesh said with a smile, without letting go of his wrist, and quickly punched Itachi's face again and again.

"This is back for you!"

Just as Tiger Stick caught his breath and tried to block with his arm, Fuheishen pulled him toward him and slammed his knee into Tiger Stick's abdomen.

"Cough cough!! Ugh..."

Huzhang's body arched, the contents of his stomach surged up, but he forcefully pushed them back down.

"It's not over yet, catch!"

Fuheishen loosened his wrist and delivered a flying kick to Tiger Staff. Then, as Tiger Staff retreated, he continued to attack, finally landing a punch on his side of the face.

Tiger Stick flew sideways, gliding in the air for a moment before crashing to the ground, scraping several meters after landing.

Even using Black Flash twice couldn't beat him...?

His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurring violently.

He used his right hand to support himself on the ground, lifting himself up and kneeling on one knee, panting.

Blood dripped from the nose onto the ground, splattering a small patch of dark red on the cement surface.

Fuheshen walked over, his steps unhurried.

When he reached Tiger Staff, he looked down at Tiger Staff, who was struggling to stand up, and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. It was a wound caused by Tiger Staff's Black Flash.

"Black Flash is indeed impressive." He wiped the blood from his hands on his pants. "But your strength is still insufficient."

Tiger Stick looked up at him; blood was still flowing from his right nostril.

"Oh."

Urakko chuckled, rubbed his nose with his shoulder, and wiped the blood from his nose with his clothes.

Then he slowly stood up, his knees still trembling slightly, but he clenched his fists and straightened his posture.

"Why are you still standing up? What is your reason for fighting?"

As Fuheishen watched him struggle, a smile returned to his lips. "You...aren't you afraid of death?"

The reason for fighting? Fear of death?

Tiger Rod stared at Fuheishen in front of him. His body told him that he couldn't continue fighting this person; if he did, he would die.

But so what? He had already felt fear when he faced a top-tier cursed spirit at the juvenile academy.

He had to grow up; it wasn't someone forcing him, it was a command he gave himself.

He had a premonition that if he continued to hide behind those two people, something he would regret would happen sooner or later.

He will regret why he wasn't stronger, and he will regret why he didn't play a role.

So now, he will not back down even a step, even if he faces death.

"Hahahaha!!!" Fuhe Shen'er looked at Huzhang, at the flames burning in his eyes, and laughed loudly.

"Yeah, the reason doesn't matter!" he shouted, striding forward and launching an even fiercer attack on Itajō. "Want to defeat me? Then push your limits!"

"Bang bang bang bang."

A barrage of attacks came, and Itajiro barely managed to parry them.

He gritted his teeth, feeling that this time his speed and power were even greater than before.

But this doesn't mean that Itadori's reaction has slowed down; it means that Fuheshner has increased the intensity to another level.

Itachi's body was still automatically dodging, but each time he dodged, Fuheishen's next punch was already at the position he had dodged.

He anticipated Hojo's dodge!

Tiger Stick was punched in the shoulder, causing his body to lean back sharply. The next punch hit his blocking arm, which was deflected, exposing an opening.

He punched him in the ribs again, and Itachi grunted and staggered back.

"Huff huff..."

Itachi took a breath and, despite being constantly attacked, he smiled.

That's right, he wasn't just passively taking hits; he was learning Fuheshen's fighting style, just like he had learned from Todo before!

The next second, Fuheshchen cut in from his side and punched him in the chest.

Huzhang took two steps back again, his heels hitting the dent in the ground where he had been stepped on, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward.

Fuheshel seized the opportunity, pressing down on Huzhang's body with his right hand and forcing him to retreat.

Hu Zhang retreated step by step, his back slamming against the concrete wall at the top of the tower, causing several cracks to appear in the wall behind him.

"You learn very quickly, but it's not enough!"

Fuheshel pinned him against the wall, making it difficult for him to move.

Tiger Stick grabbed Fuhesh'er's wrist with his left hand and tried to pry it outwards, but he couldn't.

He slapped Fuheshchen's face with his right hand, but Fuheshchen turned his head back to dodge, loosening his grip slightly.

"Really? Then you'll just have to watch!"

Tiger Stick seized the opportunity, grabbed Fuheishen's wrists with both hands and twisted them outwards, his body twisting dramatically in the air as he kicked at Fuheishen.

Fuheshen was kicked back several steps, and Huzhang bounced off the wall and chased after him.

He grabbed the back of Fuhesh'er's head with both hands and pulled him down, then jumped up and slammed his knee into his face.

His knee struck Fuhesh'er's crossed arms, the impact sending him staggering back two steps.

Then, Huzhang braced his hands on the ground, began to spin, and kicked Fuheshen's arms repeatedly with his legs.

Fuheshen was forced to retreat repeatedly, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

After finishing the routine, Hadji stood up straight again, breathing even more heavily than before.

But his eyes were still fixed on Fuhesh, his right eye, which was slightly swollen, shining.

Fuheshen lowered his arms from the blocking position, looked at Tiger Staff, and smiled again.

"Very good, let's do it again," he said.

The two rushed towards each other at the same time and collided in the center of the tower.

Fists collided, each punch carrying the weight of the entire body.

The blood from Huzhang's nose was still flowing out, and new blood was seeping from the crack in his lips.

Blood began to flow from Fuheshen's head as well; the attack from Huzhang had not been without damage.

But they didn't care about their own injuries; they had only one goal: to fight until their opponent fell down!

......

Zhang Xiang and Huai Xiang Xue Tu surrounded Arisaka Niro, ready to attack at any moment.

He glanced back.

He saw Huzhang get punched in the face, his head tilt back, but he immediately straightened up again.

He saw Huzhang's counter-punch land on Fuheshen's body, and Fuheshen's body swayed for a moment before regaining its balance.

He saw that Itajō's face was swollen and deformed, but his eyes were still fixed on his opponent, still looking for the next opportunity to throw a punch.

Zhang Xiang turned his gaze back. Since his younger brother had said not to help, he had to believe him.

He turned back to face Arisaka Jiro, ready to complete the task assigned by his younger brother.