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

Mashiro's pupils contracted slightly as fragments of the bone knife blasted out of the tree trunk and splashed onto her back.

Mashiro did not turn back, using her water control and sound waves to create a barrier that blocked all the fragments.

Then he closed in, the Rain Blade becoming ethereal, passing through the real person's defense, and then solidifying again.

"What?" The real man suddenly retreated, his legs turning into antelope legs, instantly retreating three meters away.

The real person looked at the rain in Masashiro's hand with fear.

Transformation between the virtual and the real!

Her sword can change shape, allowing attacks to penetrate defenses.

He didn't know about this feature before, and almost suffered a great loss!

The real man took a deep breath and put all the bone knives away.

We now need to reassess our close-quarters combat tactics.

Mashiro turned around, and at her feet were fragments of bone knives, which were slowly turning to ash.

"What about your reverse version?"

She watched the man's retreating figure, her fingers tapping the hilt of her knife.

"Your melee combat is too ordinary. If you don't plan to use magic, today will be the day you die."

The real person stopped five meters away, and he restored all six arms to human arms. "My job is to hold you off. I can fight you all day long."

"Hmph, nonsense." Mashiro looked at him. "Your real purpose isn't Sukuna's finger and the cursed fetus, is it?"

The man's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "You knew that too? Is there a traitor on our side, or is it just your gut feeling?"

"Both are possible, that's the answer." Mashiro smiled and said, "Don't underestimate my intelligence network."

Mashiro raised Murasame to shoulder level, aiming the knife at Masato.

Then, in the next instant, it appeared in front of the real person.

"cut!"

The high-frequency vibrating rain slashed rapidly towards the real person.

He leaned his body to the side, and the white blade tip followed his turn to correct the direction.

The blade caught up with his shoulder in the first second, and the man shrugged down three inches to let the blade graz him.

The next second, Masashi continued his horizontal slash without stopping, chasing after him. Masashi bent his knees and his body almost touched the ground, allowing the blade to pass over his head.

In the third second, a spatial rift tore open beneath his feet, and he sprang up, flipping in the air as he braced himself with one hand.

As he flipped into the air, all six of the real man's arms transformed into bone knives, which he then hurled towards Mashiro.

"All you can do is dodge?!" Mashiro shouted coldly, and Murasame swept across in front of him quickly, severing all the bone swords.

Each half of the bone knife was plunged deep into the soil.

Then, while Masato was still in the air, Mashiro rushed towards the spot where Masato had landed.

The moment the real person landed, Mashiro had already arrived.

As the rain slashed down from above, the real man crossed his arms to form a bone shield and caught the blow.

The blade sliced ​​a crack in the bone shield, and the edges of the crack immediately turned grayish-white.

He pushed the bone shield forward and used the recoil to jump half a step backward.

The bone shield shattered in two the moment he let go, turning to ash upon landing.

The speed at which the real person replaced the arm was half a beat slower than before.

A fine layer of sweat seeped from the hairline below his forehead.

Mashiro attached flames to the Murasaki Blade.

The blade was enveloped in flames, and the cold white light of the blade turned dark red through the flames.

As the man watched the flames on her blade, he realized that his arms were almost ready to regenerate, with new fingers forming at the joints.

"What are you waiting for?" Mashiro said. "You're not using Domain Deployment or Reverse."

The real man did not answer; his fingers had already taken shape.

Mashiro held the flame-covered Murasame up in front of her.

She looked at his expressionless face and at his hands, which never adopted the reverse starting position.

"Are you waiting for an opportunity, or is there simply no opportunity at all?"

The light inside the tent grew brighter and brighter under the illumination of the flames.

The real man's face was half-lit and half-shadowed in the firelight, and his smile became even more exaggerated.

He didn't say a word.

The two were five meters apart, and the ground was covered with burning leaves, with thick smoke gradually rising upwards.

Mashiro rushed forward, and a rain of flames slashed into the spot where Masato had just stood.

The man fell backward, and the blade sliced ​​vertically across his face.

The flames burned up to his collar, and the edges of the fabric curled up and turned black.

He flipped backward, bracing himself with one hand, but before he could regain his balance, Mashiro's next slash swept in from the side.

He transformed his right arm into a bone shield to meet the attack.

The blade struck the shield, and flames splashed from the blade onto the bone shield, spreading downwards along the patterns.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the bone shield, with the edges of the cracks turning gray, as the special attack of the rain and the burning of the flames overlapped.

The real person released the bone shield and withdrew his arm. The shield shattered into several pieces before it even hit the ground, and the fragments turned to ash in mid-air.

"Tsk tsk, you really are a natural at controlling me."

He laughed and said there wasn't enough time to regenerate a new shield.

The white blade drew closer once more.

He jumped back, extinguishing a small patch of burning leaves as he landed, a wisp of white smoke rising from the sole of his shoe.

"I almost got my neck chopped off." The real man touched the back of his head.

His hair was cut cleanly, with a little dust on it, and he pulled off the dusty ends as well.

After failing to break through for a long time, Mashiro began to get a little anxious.

The real person didn't care whether they could attack her or not, and remained in a defensive stance, so she couldn't finish her off quickly.

We can't rely solely on knives anymore; we need to catch them off guard!

Mashiro rushed forward, letting go as he defended against Cong Yu, allowing Cong Yu to be knocked away and impaled on a tree.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mashiro rushed into his arms empty-handed.

With his left hand, he grabbed the real man's right wrist, which was about to deform, and with his right elbow, he slammed it into his chest.

"cough!"

The real man groaned as he was struck by the elbow, his body bending backward.

His left hand instantly transformed into a bone knife and stabbed at Mashiro's side, but Mashiro did not dodge.

She used the momentum from the elbow strike to turn her body to the side, letting the bone knife glide past her waist.

The blade sliced ​​through the clothes and cut the skin. Before the blood could even seep from the wound, she simultaneously plunged her knee into the real man's abdomen.

The real man's entire body was knocked off the ground, and in the instant he was airborne, he hooked his foot around Mashiro's ankle, trying to pull her down as well.

Mashiro jumped up and used her other foot to step on his thigh for leverage, pressing her entire weight onto his upper body.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and sparks flew up from the ground.

Mashiro pressed down on top of Masato, her right knee against his chest, while her left hand gripped both of his wrists.

Her right hand came out to find Cong Yu.

As Cong Yu pulled herself off the tree trunk and flew back into Zhen Bai's hand, Zhen Ren severed the arm that was being held in the middle.

He cut off his own wrist and pulled out two thin bone spurs from the cut to stab at Masashiro's face.

Cong Yu hasn't flown back yet.

Mashiro let go and leaned back, the bone spur passing through her chin and the resulting wind pressure cutting a small gash in her collar.

As she leaned back, she caught Cong Yu as he flew back, her body flipping as she fell to the ground, the blade sweeping across her real torso from below.

"ah!!"

The rain slashed through the real man's abdomen, and the real man was almost cut in half at the waist, as if he had been hit by a spatial slash.