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

Mashiro propped herself up from the train wreckage, the spot in her chest where she had been kicked still throbbing.

She gripped Cong Yu's hand tightly again and took a breath.

There's bad news: to be honest, she doesn't have much magic power left.

The continuous battles consumed too much of their magical energy, and there was no source to replenish it.

However, there was some good news as well.

Mashiro stared at the Louhu not far in front of her, the rotation of the Dharma wheel above her head had slowly slowed down.

She has become quite accustomed to Louhu's attacks, so it will be easier for her to fight next.

Lou Hu stood opposite her, looking at the Falun above her head, a hint of wariness flashing in his single eye.

"What is that?"

Mashiro didn't answer, but instead pushed off the ground and shot forward, faster than before.

"Don't even think about it!"

Louhu cried out, and several pillars of fire shot towards Zhenbai from the front.

Mashiro dodged and weaved, instantly avoiding all the pillars of fire.

Adaptation not only means adapting to the opponent's damage, but also improving one's ability to deal with the enemy's attack methods.

Something's not right, nine out of ten things are not right!

Lou Hu frowned slightly, and he increased the frequency of his palm strikes, sending out one fire pillar after another.

Mashiro weaved through the pillars of fire, dodging left and right, finding gaps to squeeze through at the most improbable angles.

But that's not all; while dodging, she was also closing the distance.

"What kind of footwork is that?"

"Three thousand thunderclaps? You out-of-towners, you've never heard of that, have you?"

Mashiro snorted coldly, maintaining her speed as she rapidly approached Louhu.

"I'm from Tokyo! And where's the cringe-worthy element in this??"

"Thunder? It doesn't matter, just forget about it. Anyway, it's called Three Thousand Thunderclaps."

"Nonsense!"

Louhu gritted his teeth and retreated while increasing his firepower.

However, the higher the density of the fire pillars, the lower the damage.

Mashiro moved among the pillars of fire, only pausing slightly when she was hit by one or two.

"That wheel on your head..." He looked up at the wheel on Masashi's head, which was still slowing down, the pupil in his single eye contracting. "Is it adapting to my technique and attack rhythm!?"

Mashiro twirled the Murasame blade in her hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

"You just realized?" Mashiro scoffed.

Lou Hu fell silent. He clasped his hands together in front of him, and his palms lit up.

But this time he did not launch an attack immediately. He stood still, his one eye locked onto Mashiro, and his cursed power gathered in his palm.

The fire pillar shot out from the palm at a slower speed and was smaller in size than before.

But its color turned white, its temperature increased, and its penetrating power became stronger.

He began to seek ways to hit Mashiro without using firepower to cover her.

A pillar of fire grazed past Shiro's shoulder, scorching the paint on the wall behind her.

But it didn't have much effect; Mashiro continued to dodge as the rhythm changed.

"Bang!"

A tremendous sound reverberated through the fifth underground level, and a pillar of fire struck the ground, separating Zhenbai from Louhu. Louhu stopped.

He lowered his palm, stood up straight, and stared with his one eye at the Falun above Zhenbai's head.

"You'll become more and more accustomed to me as you fight me." His voice was squeezed out of his throat, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Very insightful." Mashiro pointed the tip of her sword at him. "As a reward, I'll personally cut you down!"

She charged forward again, this time even faster than before.

Her body moved almost parallel to the ground, with Cong Yu trailing behind her, the tip of her knife drawing sparks on the concrete.

Lou Hu slammed his hands on the ground, and the magma on the ground exploded, creating a wall of fire between the two.

Mashiro did not slow down. She pulled at the air with her left hand, and the water pipe next to her was snapped in mid-air. A huge jet of water sprayed out from the break and poured onto the fire wall.

The steam exploded again, and Mashiro pierced through it, while Murasame emerged from within.

Don't get hit!

Louhu leaped backward with all his might, trying to dodge the attack.

But the figure of Mashiro in front of him flickered twice and instantly approached him.

Cong Yu stabbed from below, the tip of the knife piercing Lou Hu's calf.

The special attack was launched, and the part of Louhu's calf that had been pierced by the knife tip disappeared instantly, leaving a hole in his calf with smooth, even edges.

Louhu let out a painful roar and his body tilted to one side.

Then a massive amount of rocks and flames crashed down in front of them, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Mashiro drew his sword and retreated, cautiously facing the enemy.

Louhu's magical power surged from the hilt of the knife into her arm.

That's enough to replenish what we used up in those few attacks.

Louhu knelt on one knee and used the lava flowing from his palm to fill the hole in his calf.

Cong Yu's curse power lingered at the edge of the wound, hindering his recovery.

Since it can't be restored, let's fill it with something first. After all, it's a cursed spirit, and the so-called bones are just decorations.

He raised his head, and for the first time, an emotion different from anger appeared in his one eye.

Louhu is reassessing the enemy before him.

How many tricks does this kid still have up his sleeve?

Just when he thought he had mastered water control, sound waves, and spatial rifts, his opponent always managed to come up with something new.

Her adaptability is really tricky; we can't just work it out slowly.

Lou Hu's eyes narrowed slightly; he had originally intended to save his moves for any potential battles that might follow.

But the current situation clearly no longer supports his idea.

If you don't use it now, you'll never have another chance to use it.

Seeing that he remained rooted to the spot, Mashiro was happy to recover her strength.

The one jumping around just now wasn't Louhu, it was her.

The physical exertion required is several times that of the leaking cocoon.

"What are you thinking?" Mashiro said. "If it's about surrendering, I'm not incapable of showing mercy."

"Showing mercy?" Lou Hu glanced at her in surprise, but he quickly realized what she meant.

That brat is bound to spout nonsense; she's not the kind of person who's all about compassion!

"That's right, if you take your head off yourself, I might not be unable to keep you at the vocational high school like a football."

As Louhu had expected, Mashiro nodded and said, "I also want to try out the feeling of them kicking you in the head in the manga."

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

The hole in Louhu's calf was filled with rock, but her walking posture still showed that she was a little unsteady.

"Sigh." Mashiro sighed, "If you haven't watched Jujutsu Kaisen, you're destined for a relatively unsuccessful life."

What kind of nonsense is she spouting?

Louhu clenched her teeth and ignored Zhenbai.

He clasped his hands together, and the remaining lava on the platform began to gather at his feet.

Lava climbed up from his feet, covering his legs and then his torso.

He was using lava to create an extra layer of defense for himself, reducing the area that would be directly exposed to the blade.

Even if it's not very useful, every little bit helps.

"You're very adaptable," he said in a low voice, "but I won't give you any more time. The game is over."

He clapped his hands together, unleashing a massive amount of magical power that made Mashiro envious, and the entire ceiling of the platform began to melt.