The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

As the deer gazed expectantly into the distance, the activities on Okinawa Island never ceased.

The most intense training for Gojo Satoru is still ongoing.

The moonlight spilled onto the undulating sea, shattering into countless silver scales.

However, this once tranquil southern night scene was torn apart by a series of explosions.

"Wrong again! Wrong once more!"

The distinguished teacher, Jiujiu Youji, also known as Fuhei, was sternly reprimanding this disobedient student.

His eyes were filled with anxious disappointment and frustration.

"Mr. Yuki, I really can't go on anymore. Let me rest for a while."

Gojo Satoru slumped to the ground, looking utterly exhausted.

With the blessing of the Six Eyes, Gojo Satoru's efficiency in utilizing his incantation power should have reached its peak.

Even with his relatively small amount of curse power, he can still achieve terrifying energy consumption with almost no expenditure.

Every bit of magical power is used precisely, like a perfect closed-loop system, endlessly regenerating like a perpetual motion machine.

However, under Fuhei's strict guidance, Liuyan showed signs of fatigue for the first time and was overworked.

"Mr. Yuki, I've already rubbed almost a hundred pearls tonight, would you like to rub some more?"

Gojo Satoru made his voice sound aggrieved, and pointed to his lips with a finger:

"I practiced until my lips turned a little purple."

He hoped to gain some sympathy and relaxation from Fukuro, and with his slightly pale face due to exhaustion, he did look rather pitiful.

However, Fushiguro was not satisfied with the intensity and continued to increase the pressure on Gojo.

"That's not enough. You need to be able to produce at least ten 'zi's per minute to be considered at a qualified level."

His gaze was fixed on Gojo Satoru as he spoke, each word deliberate and forceful:

"Only in this way can I consider teaching you how to expand your expertise in this field."

Fushiguro solemnly declared to Gojo that the teaching conditions were poor, but his arrogance and imposing manner were all the more impressive.

Having received a promise to expand his learning area, Gojo Satoru shook off his fatigue. A light rekindled in his eyes.

Facing the boundless ocean once more, he raised his hand again, his magical power gathering in his palm, crimson and azure light dancing at his fingertips.

Integration, compression, and sublimation.

Finally, it transformed back into a zi and roared towards the sea.

As he watched the power and proficiency of the weapon increase, as Gojo Satoru's release speed accelerate, and as the light that kept exploding in the night sky grew brighter and brighter, Fushiguro finally revealed a satisfied expression.

Although it is still far less harmful than a fully grown adult five-legged snake.

But with a coverage area of ​​twenty shots per minute, no matter how cunning Ren Lusuo is, he will still have to take at least one hit.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. When there are so many that they can be rained down like a storm, even a powerful person will have a headache and will have to consider whether they can withstand such a saturation attack.

Not only Fukuro was observing the five training sessions, but Xia Youjie, who had been silently observing from the sidelines, was also watching.

His gaze was complicated as he watched the lights explode repeatedly on the sea surface. (Wood)

After a long while, he finally leaned closer and cautiously asked Fu Hei:

"Mr. Yuki... is there nothing I can train in?"

Ok?

Fu Hei turned his head and looked at Xia Youjie's face, which was filled with both expectation and unease.

You have no expertise, no reversal skills, how am I supposed to teach you?

Having another powerful combatant would naturally be advantageous to Fuhei.

However, it's important to understand the aspect of combat strength.

In the original work, the characters who were most criticized were either Fu Hei or Xia Youjie.

A level 2 mage was almost exorcised by a level 2 cursed spirit, and a special-grade mage was attacked by a freshman who had only been enrolled for a few months.

A family with ten ancestral kage from the three founding families, and a cursed spirit manipulation technique that appears only once every thousand years, yet they achieved the least impressive result in the entire series.

I feel like it would be better to change the spell to Black Flash every time; maybe the damage output could be further improved.

Thinking of this, Fu Hei couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He hasn't even unleashed a Black Flash yet, and he hasn't grasped the core of curse power.

However, Xia Youjie's troubles were no match for Fu Hei's cunning mind.

"Have you subdued quite a few cursed spirits?"

Fu Hei asked Xia Youjie:

"To my shame, many of them are low-level cursed spirits, only level three or four, which are of little use in actual combat..."

Xia Youjie lowered his head, his voice growing softer and softer.

"No!"

Fu Hei interrupted Xia Youjie's self-deprecating remarks.

"Very useful!"

This answer startled Xia Youjie, who abruptly looked up.

Could it be that this master mage really has some unique insights of his own?

Could it be that those low-level cursed spirits, which he considered useless, really have some use that he has not yet discovered?

"Xia You, you should have learned about restraint procedures at your vocational college, right?"

Fu Hei stepped forward, put his arm around Xia Youjie's shoulder, and his smile became even more arrogant, appearing particularly flamboyant in the moonlight.

"You just need to practice how to establish boundaries!"

"You'd better use the cursed spirit's life as a binding force, and take out a huge loan!"

"If one isn't enough, borrow two; if two aren't enough, buy three!"

"One loan could cost dozens of lives!"

"This level of restriction."

"Even I might not be able to catch it!"

"...Will this really work?"

Xia Youjie was skeptical.

But looking into Fuhei's determined eyes, and at the light that kept exploding on the sea, those explosions that lit up the night sky, he gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try.

He activated his spirit manipulation technique and chanted towards the sea before him:

"I will exchange the life of the controlled cursed spirit for..."

boom!!!

Besides the first wave, a second incredibly powerful shockwave swept across the sea, pushing the seawater to the sides and revealing the seabed that had never seen the sun.

The next moment it was filled with the surging seawater, producing a deafening roar.

The sheer scale of the noise was so overwhelming that even the five of them couldn't help but glance in the direction of Xia You.

"Is this... is this how a top-tier sorcerer understands magic?"

Xia Youjie looked at the lingering traces of curse power between his hands, and his body trembled slightly.

"Mr. Yuki, I understand now!"

Xia Youjie was incredibly excited; this was probably the most powerful move he had ever used in his life.

Under the night sky over Okinawa, only two 17-year-old boys tirelessly bombarded the sea.

The seawater was boiling, the air was vibrating, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

Only Itadori Orika, observing from afar, showed signs of distress in the face of the constantly surging seawater.

"Megumi Fushiguro!"

"It's Fushiguro Megumi again!"

"What have you even taught them?!"

Looking at the constantly exploding sea surface and the streaks of light tearing through the night sky, Lu Suo offered Fu Hei the highest praise he had ever given:

"No way, what kind of ghost is this?!"