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

Let's return to Mashiro's perspective.

Mashiro did not rush immediately after drawing her sword.

The tent was pure black, its dark walls curving down from above, turning this forest clearing into a hemisphere with a radius of no more than twenty meters.

Her senses swept through the tent walls into the depths of the forest, where Hana's magical power was moving in another direction.

The curse power of Fukuro and the others is over there.

We can't delay this for too long.

The real man stood ten meters away, tilting his head to look at Masashiro's stance, and then split his right arm into four pieces from his shoulder.

All four arms deformed simultaneously, their muscles and skin being re-kneaded under the influence of the curse, hardening into bone blades from the shoulders down.

He had been slashed by Cong Yu before, and each blow left scars that were harder to heal than ordinary wounds.

He remembered the feel of the knife after that incident.

You can't let her cut you in a vital spot. A scratch can regenerate, but a direct hit will damage your soul structure.

The real person made the first move.

Four bone knives thrust out simultaneously.

Mashiro didn't back down. She sidestepped the first blade, which grazed her shoulder and the resulting gust of wind ruffled the edge of her collar.

Cong Yu turned her right hand half a circle to a reverse grip, with the back of the knife facing outwards, and pressed her left hand on the blade.

She deflected the second blow with the blade, and as the bone knife collided with Cong Yu, some fragments flew out and fell to the ground.

The third strike comes down from above, and the fourth strike comes up from below.

A pincer attack from both above and below.

Mashiro's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward, slipping into the inner circle of the four swords.

Cong Yu changed her grip from reverse to upright in her hand, and thrust the knife tip fiercely into Zhenren's chest.

Buhou!

Sensing danger, the real person immediately sheathed his sword and retreated, simultaneously bringing all four bone swords back to defend, crossing them in front of his chest.

Cong Yu's knife tip pierced the intersection of the bone knives, causing a thin crack to appear on the surface of the bone knives, with the edges of the crack turning gray.

The real person glanced down at the crack; the effects of the Rainstorm Special Attack had already begun the instant the blade tip made contact.

It is constantly eroding the structure of the bone knife.

There's no other way, even though it consumes a lot of magical energy.

The real man discarded all four bone knives, which turned to ash before they even hit the ground, and a new arm was pulled out from the cut on his shoulder.

"You're quite decisive," Mashiro said, giving him no time to adjust.

Cong Yu followed the real person's position and unleashed five consecutive slashes.

The real person transformed his right arm into a bone shield the size of a forearm to continuously block attacks.

Every time the blade touched the bone shield, it left traces of corrosion, forcing the human to block and dismantle it simultaneously.

The result of this is that the bone shield starts to shatter after being hit three times.

He blocked every single blow, but each blow brought him one inch closer to Cong Yu.

The accumulated erosion power penetrates deeper than the surface wound.

The damage inflicted when Cong Yu strikes a cursed spirit will not disappear with regeneration; it will leave a residue in the cursed energy circuit.

The more times you get cut, the more residue accumulates, and the greater the consumption for regeneration. Real people know this.

He jumped back, landing as he transformed his arms back into human arms, his fingers interlaced.

He needs to change his fighting style; he can't keep using close-range blocking to wear himself down.

Mashiro didn't pursue him.

"Is this the end? I might forget about you in the next second."

She stood still, switched Cong Yu to her left hand, and waved her right hand in front of her.

Three spatial rifts tore open simultaneously.

The first barrier appeared directly above him, the second blocked his escape route to the right, and the third cut towards his feet.

The edges of the crack gleamed with a silvery light, and the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground were sucked in by the crack and immediately cut into pieces.

The real person transformed their legs into a spring-like structure and launched themselves out, their body shrinking into a thin ribbon in mid-air as they passed through the gap between the three cracks.

He stepped onto the trunk of a tree, his five fingers digging into the bark to steady himself.

Flames poured out from the cracks, their color appearing dark red in the dim light inside the tent.

The flames transformed into a wall of fire, advancing from three directions, forcing people to jump down.

The real man let go and fell from the tree trunk, and the wall of fire closed in on his head.

But when he landed, Mashiro was already waiting for him, and Murasaki swept in from the side.

The real person raised their hand, but the bone knife wasn't fully formed yet, so they could only use a half-formed bone piece to block.

The blade sliced ​​through the bone and removed a small piece of his skin, leaving a gray line immediately on the skin.

The real person took two steps back. The gray lines on his hand did not spread, but they did not heal immediately either.

He tore off the piece of skin that had been cut off, along with the uncorrupted flesh underneath, and threw it aside.

New skin covered the wound again, this time without interference, and the healing speed returned to normal.

Mashiro watched his actions, deep in thought.

It seems that Zhenren is well aware that Cong Yu will use special attacks against him, and never takes them head-on.

He didn't give the remaining cursed power a chance to spread within his body; once he was cut, he would immediately remove the affected tissue and allow it to regenerate.

This method consumes a lot of magical energy, but compared to letting one's magical energy accumulate in the circuit and slow down the overall regeneration speed, it seems that the real person is willing to pay this price.

He's playing a war of attrition, dragging it out until she can't keep up.

"Your knife is still so troublesome." The real man flicked the torn skin scraps off his fingertips.

He squatted under the tree, pressing his fingers against the cut area; the new skin had already smoothed out.

Mashiro switched Murasame back to her right hand.

She looked at the real person, her wings obscuring her view, revealing no extra emotion.

The real fighter used the reverse of the Wuwei transformation during their last encounter.

The moment his fingers touched her skin, her soul was directly drawn by the external force, and she froze for nearly half a minute.

If she were to be hit by a reverse attack again in this encounter, even if Falun had already adapted from the previous attack and could shorten the stun time, the few seconds of space would be enough for a real person to do a lot of things.

Conversely, this reverse approach is also the most effective weapon for real people to stall for time.

A single strike can stun an opponent for five seconds, which is far more efficient than his current method of maneuvering with bone blades and bone shields.

But he never used it. Why is that?

Is he waiting for some crucial moment?

The tip of the white knife was raised slightly by half an inch as she observed.

The man stood up from under the tree, spread his hands, interlaced his ten fingers again, and then separated them.

This time, he split his arms into six at the same time, shaping three into bone knives and keeping the other three as human arms.

Bone blades are arranged in a fan shape in front of the body for defense, while human arms hang at the sides, ready to transform at any time.

He walked towards Mashiro.

Their steps were light, making almost no sound as they moved on the dirt road. Six arms constantly adjusted their angles as they moved, the bone blades and human arms alternating positions.

As he approached, he stretched out a human arm, pointing his fingers at Shiro's shoulder.

Mashiro lightly touched the ground and stepped aside to let him pass.

The arm continued to extend without deforming, wrapping around her back and reaching towards her waist.

Mashiro used the back of her Murasaki sword to slap it away, while at the same time, three bone swords stabbed at her from the front.

She took a step back, and Cong Yu deflected the two bone knives in an arc in front of her.

There was also a cedar tree trunk piercing her back; the blade pierced the bark but was not pulled out, instead breaking off directly at the base of the bone knife.

The man discarded the knife, leaving it inside the tree trunk, and then he detonated it.