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

"Forehead……"

The trachea was severed and the vocal cords were torn.

With his respiratory tract completely destroyed, Gojo Satoru, unable to speak, could no longer chant incantations, and blood foam gushed from his wounds with every breath.

He could only use his last bit of strength to raise his still trembling hand and aim his palm at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

Using the least efficient method, he gathered his energy and used repulsive force to create distance between himself and "Teacher Yuki," thereby escaping.

However, the intention behind this attack was seen through by "Teacher Yuki".

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had anticipated this move.

Just before He was about to unleash his power, the blade spun, and a cold light drew an arc in the air, slashing straight towards Gojo Satoru's waist!

Strike at the most important central hub for the flow of magical power for all sorcerers—the core of magical power!

Tear—

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh was exceptionally clear.

The blade cuts into the side of the waist, slicing diagonally upwards, cutting through the muscles and fascia, and grazing the edge of the lumbar spine.

Fortunately, the blade was not long enough to cut Gojo Satoru in half.

But the horrific lumbar wound had been opened, revealing pink muscle tissue and white fascia underneath.

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain!

Only a few strands of muscle remained, barely holding the upper and lower body together. The sight was shocking, like a broken rag doll.

With such a severe injury to his waist, Gojo Satoru completely lost all ability to control himself.

The power at his fingertips vanished just before it was about to be released, turning into a few sparks that disappeared into the air, just like his fading life force.

Those ever-burning blue eyes seemed to lose all color at this moment.

Goodbye, Gojo.

Yu Ji raised his short knife high, and drops of blood slid down the blade, making a dripping sound on the floor, like a countdown in the silent corridor.

"I will sacrifice the life of the cursed spirit to increase my offensive power!"

A roar came from the other end of the corridor.

"Spirit Manipulation Technique!"

With the added effect of the binding, the cursed spirits surging from Xia Youjie's palms instantly increased several times over.

Layer upon layer, pressing against each other, like a small mountain, they filled the entire corridor.

And it continues to expand.

boom!!!

The mountain-like cursed spirits smashed through a corner of the inn, knocking down the entire wall with a crash.

Bricks and wood flew in all directions, tracing chaotic paths in the sunlight.

Sunlight streamed in through the breach, illuminating the dimly lit corridor.

The impact sent "Teacher Yuki" flying, making him tumble through the hole, roll a few times in the air, and then land steadily.

Sunlight streamed down, illuminating the figure and revealing a face with a urchin-shaped hairstyle that was identical to that of Fushiguro Megumi.

"Enlightenment!!!"

Summer oil spells surged, and cursed spirits piled up in front of him, forming a complete defensive line in front of the dying Gojo Satoru.

His gaze was fixed on the figure outside the breach, and anger almost welled up in his eyes.

"Since we've already succeeded, I'll make my retreat."

"Teacher Yuki" left only a wicked smile, did not linger in the fight, and quickly disappeared in a flash.

Only Xia You, who had no healing abilities, remained, silently kneeling before Wu Jiao.

Gojo Satoru's breathing grew weaker and weaker, the rise and fall of his chest became shallower and shallower, and his blue pupils began to dilate.

His lips were moving slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only utter muffled breathy sounds.

Having suffered so many injuries, and with the core of his magical power in his waist destroyed, Gojo was no longer able to use the Reversal Technique.

Vitality is constantly fading away, like grains of sand in an hourglass, flowing away one by one, unstoppable and irreversible.

After the hostel was bombed, screams from ordinary tourists rose and fell, and chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridors as people pushed and shoved each other toward the exit.

In an instant, the once quiet inn turned into a chaotic beehive, leaving only the two people lying in a pool of blood and Riko Tennatsu who had come after hearing the news.

"Riko, hide well!"

"Those who will be attracted by my movements might be the real Ms. Yuki, or they might be that imposter from before!"

Xia Youjie deliberately used restraints to enhance the power, just to make a bigger commotion.

So that Mr. Shin Yuki, who is patrolling the island, can return to provide support and use the reverse power to save Gojo Satoru.

This was the only solution he could think of.

The problem is that Xia Youjie couldn't keep "Fake Teacher Youji".

Another sea urchin-headed person will arrive later, and Xia Youjie must be able to tell whether the person is real or fake.

He cannot allow a repeat of the sneak attack.

At the same time, another figure with a sea urchin-like head came into Xia Youjie's view.

The figure rushed out from around the corner of the inn, his steps hurried:

"Xia You, what happened?"

Teacher Ji sent an urgent greeting.

"Stop right there! You must prove you're really Teacher Yuki!"

Xia Youjie stopped the newcomer, his gaze sharp as a knife, locking onto every detail of the figure.

The situation became tense at one point.

Finally, Xia You's eyes lingered on "Teacher Yuki's" face for a long time before she finally lowered her guard. The cursed spirit slowly retreated, making way for Teacher Yuki to approach.

"Zenka!"

Fukuro, who had returned to support, didn't hold back either, immediately summoning a reverse-output attack to maximize his damage output.

A gentle, reversed light surged forth, covering Gojo Satoru's almost severed body, attempting to repair the damaged tissues and regenerate the broken organs.

But even the reversed light could not catch up with the life that Gojo Satoru had lost.

"Teacher Yuki... is there any hope for Satoru?"

Xia Youjie asked Fu Hei worriedly, afraid of getting a negative answer from him.

"Jay, watch closely, this is how you use restraints!"

Fu Hei's voice was unusually decisive.

"I will use all of Enshika's magical power to enhance the reversal efficiency!"

Sacrifice physical strength to achieve a reverse output!

The reversed light evolved once more, covering almost two halves of Gojo Satoru's body once more.

The blood-stained face regained its vitality; the wounds slowly healed in the light, and the broken tissue regenerated in the light, like new buds sprouting from the soil in spring.

"Without physical strength, Enshi will shatter at the slightest touch. Natsuyu, your next task is to protect Enshi completely and ensure he doesn't suffer any harm!"

Xia Youjie nodded repeatedly, agreeing each time.

"But how did you figure out I wasn't an imposter? Even Gojo Satoru couldn't tell, right?"

Fukuro asked Natsuyu in confusion, not expecting that the flaw that Gojo Satoru had failed to notice had been spotted by Natsuyu.

"Perhaps it was because the light was too dim that Gojo couldn't make a judgment in time."

"The imposter forgot to imitate your demeanor, teacher."

Xia Youjie stretched out his hand and pointed to his lips.

"Like us, the teachers, after a long day's work, had slightly purple lips."

"However, the teacher who was pretending was actually too good at it. His complexion was full of blood, not purple from overwork at all."

"He imitated the teacher's appearance and voice, but ignored the teacher's condition."

"How could someone who's stayed up all night still have such rosy lips?"

Xia Youjie slowly revealed his reasoning.

Is this really how it was solved?

This is the ultimate battle of wits.

"In short, I'm leaving the five points to you."

Fukuro solemnly entrusted him with the task, for the storm was approaching, and there was no more time for him to think.

"Leave the rest to me, teacher!"