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

Tokyo, 10:00 AM.

The pale sun, hanging high at the edge of the barrier, cast a cold light upon the entire city.

At the intersection of the light and the distorted barrier, several figures plummeted like shooting stars tearing through the sky.

Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito,

Fukuro Megumi,

Qihai Jianren,

Higashido Aoi,

Kinjiro,

And Etotsu Yuta, the first hunting force composed of the top remaining combat power of the high school, officially entered the Tokyo Unique Barrier!

As for the Zenin family's power that Fushiguro risked his life to protect in Shibuya...

Oh.

Even during Fushiguro's coma, he personally sent a false intelligence report declaring that Zenji Naobi was dead.

This ignited the long-simmering suspicions, ambitions, and decay within that ancient family that had been festering for centuries.

According to a brief mention later by Yi Gu.

The Zen temple was bustling with activity, to the point that it escalated to the point of having to expel its members.

It's easy to imagine that Fuhei's impromptu provocation was surprisingly effective.

The filial son, Zenji Naoya, and the Zenji's fighting force are probably mired in the quagmire of family infighting and are too busy to help themselves.

This is also why the first hunting force of the Death Annihilation Return Tribe basically only has high-level combat power.

However, this is actually a good thing for Fukuro.

After all, the rewards for returning from the Death Annihilation are no longer those dispensable points, but rather the real and tangible power of the opponent's curse.

The more flesh-eating sorcerers Fuhei can hunt during this period, the more boosts he will receive.

Shatter the shame of being a Level 2 Sorcerer today!

But the moment they invaded this void, the figures of the students from the high school vanished instantly!

The wind was like a blade, slicing across Fu Hei's cheeks and soaking his tattered college uniform.

Although only Tokyo remains of the barrier, its mechanism of randomly distributing units within it still works.

In the vast sky, he was the only one falling rapidly, his vision filled with the rapidly enlarging cityscape.

My reliable companions have all gone missing.

"Ten Shadow Technique, Nue!"

Fu Hei's ten fingers formed a palm print, and the power of the curse surged forth instantly.

The shadow beneath their feet suddenly boiled and expanded, turning into a physical entity!

A giant owl shikigami materialized from the void with a screech, its broad back precisely catching the falling Fushiguro Megumi.

The downward momentum instantly transformed into an elegant glide. Fuhei grabbed its neck feathers with one hand and steadied itself amidst the whistling wind.

This is the noble flight unit.

He lowered his body slightly, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield below like that of a hawk.

Ruins, thick smoke, twisted buildings.

It can be seen how devastating it was when all the sorcerers were thrown into the same battlefield.

They were all fighting desperately to plunder the cursed power within each other.

The Nue continued to maintain its low altitude, but unexpectedly, a shockwave ripped through the sky, nearly causing Fuhei to crash.

In the middle of the wide street, where the shockwave had carved deep ravines, two figures were exchanging destructive blows, and between them erupted terrifying energy turbulence that made the air groan!

On the other side, lightning tore through the atmosphere, piercing through the turbulent currents.

It was Shi Liulong.

It was Lu Ziyun.

"Ha, this level of output!"

Lu Ziyun laughed wildly and shook her numb arm, a faint cracking sound coming from her shoulder blade.

He had no idea that each spell-powered attack would be so incredibly heavy.

It almost shook his body, which had been honed for many years, apart.

But the more this happened, the more intensely his almost manic fighting spirit burned in his eyes!

The purple lightning surrounding him did not weaken; instead, it became even more concentrated.

The charge has accumulated to a critical level.

"It doesn't matter how many times we do it!"

Shi Liulong licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with greed for the food.

A more solidified sphere of incandescent white energy is rapidly taking shape.

Directional spell cannon, ready.

Four hundred years of silence and longing, four hundred years of accumulating power and fighting instinct.

At this moment, it transforms into the purest, most intense gaze, enough to incinerate reason!

The next strike.

A decisive victory is inevitable!

However, some people wouldn't allow it.

On the back of the pheasant, Fu Hei slowly narrowed his eyes.

As a passionate debater, he longed to witness it firsthand.

Was it the Stone Flow Dragon, the strongest offensive weapon in the history of the Date Domain, that blasted the strongest Shiki Ichiro at the village entrance to smithereens, or was it Shiki Ichiro successfully defending his title as the strongest 400 years ago?

But no matter who gets killed

Will not work.

Reason, like ice water, extinguished that momentary surge of fervor.

The loser dies, the winner swallows the curse's power.

The quality of the curse power contained within the bodies of powerful figures like Shi Liulong and Lu Ziyun, as well as the power generated by this deadly battle, is remarkable.

What kind of terrifying monster will be catalyzed once absorbed by the victor?

That massive and highly refined experience pack is too dangerous.

That's so... tempting.

"I'm sorry."

Fu Hei muttered to himself, his ten fingers interlacing and joining in front of him, forming a hand seal for summoning and control.

"Your magical powers... are all too precious."

"so."

"You will all die by my hand."

Level 2 mage Fukuhei Megumi is participating in the battle!

The cursed power instantly poured into the shadow beneath him, into the most chaotic being among the ten shadows.

"Ten Shadow Technique".

"Heaven has given us a tyrant!"

"Arrival".

boom!!!

Below, between Shi Liulong and Lu Ziyun, in the center of the space that had been repeatedly ravaged by curse power and lightning, the space instantly shattered.

A burly and powerful human figure crashed down from the boiling, dark void!

There were no signs of any fluctuations in magical power.

Pure mass and violence, upon contact with the ground, transform into kinetic energy that destroys everything!

The concrete pavement collapsed suddenly in a radial pattern!

The terrifying ring-shaped shockwave toppled the remaining building skeletons like paper, sending swirling dust and debris soaring into the sky.

It's like offering the grandest and most violent entrance salute to this suddenly intervening third dancer!

The rhythm of Shi Liulong's fully charged spell cannon and Lu Ziyun's restrained thunder was instantly disrupted by this extremely tyrannical physical intervention!

"Who goes there?!"

Shi Liulong's pupils suddenly contracted.

His combat instincts made him turn the cannon sharply towards the center of the smoke and dust without hesitation!

The torrent of blazing white magical power, compressed to its limit, poured out towards that blurry figure!

He wanted to completely evaporate this troublemaker, along with the entire area, from his life!

Boom!!!

The spell cannon slammed solidly into the smoke and dust, triggering a secondary explosion, and the blazing white light engulfed everything.

However, in the next instant...

The hairs on the back of Shi Liulong's neck suddenly stood on end! A chilling sensation, without warning, pressed against his back!

The intruder appeared right behind him.

How is that possible?!

When did he do it?

"Hey, hey..."

Shi Liulong turned his head slowly.

"You're getting a little too sweet!"

Lu Ziyun also stopped moving, and deep purple lightning crackled all around her.

"You little brat..."

Lu Ziyun grinned, her smile twisted with excitement.

"State your name!"

He faced the death stares and passionate duel invitations from two top experts from four hundred years ago.

The heavens and the tyrant descended, Fuhesh.

Under Fukuro's control, he assumed a very simple fighting stance.

With a loose left fist pulled forward, the center of gravity slightly lowered, and the muscles of the right shoulder blade tightened like steel wire.

Speechless.

silence.

But it announced the script that was about to unfold more clearly than any roar.

The battle begins.