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

Eight fire snakes lunged at her at the same time.

She leaped off the ground, her body soaring into the air before the fire snake could pounce.

The fire snakes collided at her feet and exploded into a fireball. The shockwave pushed her upwards, slamming her against the pipes in the ceiling.

The pipe was bent by the impact. Before the fire snake could catch up again, she kicked the bent pipe and sprang towards Louhu, instantly arriving in front of Louhu.

She had to constantly find opportunities to get closer to the leaking coral; she had no chance of getting closer from a distance.

The rain lashed down from above with tremendous force.

Lou Hu dared not accept the knife directly, for he had already experienced its power.

Louhu quickly turned around and punched Zhenbai in the stomach with his other fist.

Mashiro sheathed her sword and stepped back, her fist grazing her abdomen, the force of the punch carrying a scorching wave of air.

As she retreated, she activated a sonic spell, and sharp sonic waves burst forth from her mouth.

Louhu showed a pained expression, his body swayed, and then he pressed his hand to his ear.

It's now!

Mashiro seized the moment, rushing forward again during Louhu's momentary lapse in concentration, and Murasaki thrust straight at his chest from the front.

Louhu quickly used his hand to block, but the knife tip pierced through, and a great deal of damage was transmitted to him.

A cold glint flashed in Louhu's eyes. As the knife tip pierced through, he brought his hands together from the sides, palms facing Shinbai's head.

He was going to trade blows! It was too late!

Mashiro drew her sword and leaned back, but the two pillars of fire still grazed her.

She was blasted to the side and rolled several meters, then used her right hand to push herself up.

Louhu looked down at his hand; the spot where Mashiro had slashed him had been severed.

But unlike sorcerers, spirits can't recover quickly.

After Louhu finished healing the wound on her hand, she looked up at Zhenbai.

"So close," he said, "but you didn't get another chance to get close."

He bent down and placed his hands on the ground.

The ground cracked open from the center of his hands, and lava gushed out from the cracks, turning the entire platform into a sea of ​​fire.

Mashiro looked down at her feet, where the ground was turning from gray to dark red, and lava was flowing down the cracks to her feet.

Damn it, there's nowhere left to stand on the ground.

Mashiro used a water control technique to sever the station's water pipes, causing a massive amount of water to rush onto the ground.

Water gushed from the ruptured pipe, splattering onto the scorching ground.

The moment the cold water touched the magma, it exploded into huge plumes of white steam, filling the entire platform with steam.

Mashiro stood in the mist, the ground beneath her feet still hot, but it was no longer like before when there was nowhere to even put her feet.

She gripped Cong Yu tightly; the blade still retained the cursed power absorbed when it pierced Lou Hu's palm.

The cursed power flowed down the hilt of the knife into her arm, like a warm current flowing into her injured body.

It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

"Water? I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve."

The sound of water leaking from the steam came from inside.

Mashiro didn't answer. She moved quickly under the cover of steam, her footsteps drowned out by the noise of the flowing water.

She circled around to Louhu's side and slashed at his waist with a burst of rain.

The moment the blade passed through the steam, Louhu turned around.

His single eye glowed a dark red in the mist, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

He didn't dare to catch it with his hands again, and squatted down, aiming the crater above his head at the white knife.

Cong Yu slashed at the flames erupting from the volcano. The flames were split open by the cursed power on the blade, but the force of the flames also blocked the blade's momentum.

Mashiro sheathed her sword and changed her move, slashing upwards from below.

Louhu jumped back, his toes barely touching the ground before bouncing back, and his right fist, dripping with lava, slammed towards Mashiro's face.

Mashiro dodged to the side, her fist grazing her ear as it struck, lava splattering onto the wall behind her and burning a hole in it.

As she turned her head, she placed her left hand on Lou Hu's wrist, using his arm as a fulcrum to rotate her entire body, while her right hand slashed at his neck from the side with Cong Yu.

"Your moves are quite agile!"

As Lou Hu spoke, he pulled his neck down, and the blade grazed the edge of his head.

As he shrunk his head, he slammed his palms on the ground, and a ring of fire exploded outwards from beneath his feet.

Mashiro was hit on the calf by the fire ring and was pushed several steps away.

She steadied herself and gripped the knife again, another ring of burn marks appearing on her calf.

The steam slowly began to dissipate, and the water remaining on the ground was reheated into steam by the heat of the magma, causing the temperature on the platform to rise again.

Louhu stood in the center of the platform, the ground around his feet beginning to turn red again, his one eye fixed on the knife in Mashiro's hand.

"That knife," he said, "if it cuts a cursed spirit, it will directly destroy a part of its body, and it can also absorb cursed power to nourish you. I remembered it when you cut me in half last time."

"So I won't let you run into me again."

As soon as he finished speaking, his palm sprayed out a series of jets.

One after another, pillars of fire came crashing down, faster than before.

Mashiro dodged quickly on the platform, while the fire pillars followed her movements.

She leaped over a pillar of fire, and as she landed, another pillar of fire was already in front of her.

She used the rain to cleave the pillar of fire, and the flames split from both sides of the blade.

The pillar of fire had just been split open when Louhu rushed in front of her.

He's no longer just setting fires from a distance; he chooses to get close when Mashiro is cornered by the pillars of fire and can't change direction.

The right fist slammed down from above.

Mashiro didn't have time to dodge and used the blade to parry.

The fist slammed into the side of the knife, the impact sending her sliding backward.

Her heels left two ripples on the water-splattered ground.

Lou Hu caught up and threw a left punch.

Mashiro blocked with the blade again, but her fist avoided the blade and slammed into the same spot, making her wrist go numb from the impact.

Then came the third punch. Louhu's fist slammed into Congyu's blade repeatedly, each punch carrying the force of magma.

Mashiro's wrist went from numb to painful, and from painful to the point where she could barely hold the knife.

Lou Hu had this idea in mind, wanting to make her unable to hold the knife.

She gritted her teeth and, just as Lou Hu was about to throw another punch, suddenly withdrew her knife and turned to the side, causing his fist to hit the air.

Then, before Louhu could retract his fist, she rammed her head into his face.

His forehead bumped into Louhu's nose.

Louhu was caught off guard and his nose tilted back slightly from the impact.

He covered his nose with his hand, and Mashiro took advantage of the moment to stab him in the abdomen from below.

Lou Hu looked down and saw the tip of the knife, then bent his body backward.

The knife tip pierced his clothes, almost touching his skin.

As Louhu arched backward, he kicked Zhenbai in the chest, sending her flying.

Mashiro's back slammed into the train wreckage, leaving a dent in the metal body.

She used her hands to support herself as she stood up from the train behind her, her chest aching from where she had been kicked.

Lou Hu rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. There was no blood on the bridge of his nose, but the sudden movement had indeed startled him.

"I didn't expect you to headbutt it," he said, his tone somewhere between sarcasm and surprise. "Looks like you're really out of options."

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