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

"How unpleasant, my personal servant."

I'll probably forget you soon.

Wan didn't even glance at Fu Hei, her gaze casually sweeping over her fingertips, as if these two disheveled opponents weren't worth her attention at all.

The power of the spell was awakened once more.

Guided by her, the real ball rolled forward once more, and wherever it passed, even the air itself trembled with a sense of oppression.

With an overwhelming force, it attacked the two of them.

Lu Suo stood to the side, a satisfied smile on his lips.

His injuries have been mostly healed by the reversal spell. Although his face is still a little pale, he is no longer in a half-dead state.

As he watched the real ball steadily advance, and as the two exhausted figures were about to be completely crushed, a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

Finally, this battle is coming to an end.

All the twists and turns, all the unexpected events, will come to an end with this final blow.

however--

The real ball came to a steady stop.

The enormous sphere suddenly stopped less than three meters from Fuhei.

"You...do you know which adult is inside your body?!"

Wan cursed loudly, his anger mixed with a hint of panic, constantly adjusting the attack path of the real ball, his fingertips drawing various complex trajectories in the air.

Yet it could never overcome that seemingly thin, lingering pink shadow.

"Tiger Emperor!!!"

Fu Hei sighed, releasing the turbid air of someone who had survived a calamity, and Huanhuan Huzhang came to the rescue.

However, a problem has also arisen: the current Itajō is still the version weakened by Sukuna. His magical power is not as strong as it was in its prime, and his physical reactions are not as good as before.

It's nothing compared to Wanhe Lusu Noodles.

"trouble!"

Seeing that he dared not use the real ball to attack easily, the recovered Lu Suo simply leaped out again to break through the melting spell and launch another attack.

A wave of gravity gathered in his palm and descended from the sky, covering the entire area, leaving even Haddock with no way to avoid it!

Swoosh—

[At this point, I hope readers will remember our domain name: 202ᴋᴋs.ᴄᴏᴍ]

The gravitational waves did not overwhelm everyone; instead, they were completely supported by the blue fluctuations that arose.

Without a moment's mourning for Fukuro's defeat, those who immediately rushed to the battlefield were—

Atsuya Kusakabe!

"True Yin Flow - Easy Realm!"

Kusakabe's voice boomed through the ruins, carrying a resolute air of certain enlightenment, as he stood in front of the crowd.

The area, which should have only covered a distance of no more than 2 meters and was intended to protect the weak, expanded like ripples on a lake, circle after circle, until it completely enveloped Fu Heihu and the other two.

The neutralizing effect provided by this layer of energy blocked the incoming gravity.

And it expanded again!

"Iai·Yuzuki!"

Kusakabe's hands gripped the hilt of his sword, his body slightly crouched, his center of gravity lowered, and his gaze piercing.

Breathing stopped for a moment, the whole world froze for a moment, and then the katana vanished instantly.

It's not teleportation, nor is it high-speed movement; rather, it's a speed that exceeds the limits of what the naked eye can perceive.

The blade blurred into a blurry afterimage.

Countless cutting sounds echoed through the underground space, like hundreds of pieces of metal vibrating simultaneously. Mixed within this sound was Kusakabe's final whisper:

"Fu Hei, you guys leave first, I'll hold them off!"

Although the slash was powerful, it was unable to cause enough damage to Wan Lu and his companion.

The sword marks landed on Wan's insect armor, leaving only a few shallow white marks and sparks on the surface of the carapace.

The attack only tore Lu Suo's robes and left a few shallow bloodstains on his skin. The blood seeped out, but was quickly healed by the reversal technique.

But Kusakabe never expected these slashes to kill them; he only wanted to buy time, even just one more second.

"Did you come here to die just to buy this little bit of time?"

Lu Suo wanted to chase after them immediately, but found that Kusakabe's newly expanded simplified domain had completely blocked the entrance to the underground space.

The blue waves acted like a barrier, sealing off the entire passage and separating the pursuers from the retreating people into two different worlds.

The boundaries of that domain trembled slightly, but never collapsed.

The katana in Kusakabe's hand became Fushiguro's last line of defense.

With his retreating comrades behind him, he faced two enemies far superior to himself.

"What am I doing? This isn't like me at all."

"This kind of battle is definitely beyond my capabilities."

A sense of absurdity welled up in Kusakabe's mind.

"Why would I make such a choice?"

He didn't know the answer.

Perhaps it was because of Fukuro's burning eyes, or perhaps it was because of those inexplicable thoughts that appeared in his mind.

Perhaps it's because he's also a teacher.

He watched those students fighting desperately on the front lines, watched them fall one by one, and watched them get back up one by one. He suddenly felt that if he ran away like this, he would never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.

He gripped the samurai sword tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, not daring to relax his preparations for the Iai Yuzuki stance for even a moment.

In this extraordinary battle, Kusakabe has little room for error.

We must hold them off. If we can just buy a few more seconds, we can wait for the reinforcements to arrive!

"Still choose to stand in our way?" Ryousaku manipulated gravity in his hands, determined to deliver the final blow to Kusakabe.

The intuition of death screamed, telling Kusakabe to run, to tell him this was not a battlefield he could participate in.

But the memories that suddenly arose in his mind kept him from leaving, and he guarded Fu Hei's retreat route.

Those images, those sounds, those passions and impulses he thought he had long forgotten, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"Sorry, my students are still retreating, so let me show off a little more."

Kusakabe's voice carried a self-deprecating laugh.

Under the dual impact.

The field that protects the vulnerable held out until the very last moment.

As his lower body collapsed that day, his vision began to blur, the buzzing sound of blood flowing echoed in his ears, and the world before him began to fade and darken.

But a smile lingered on his lips.

Because he knew that Hu Zhang had already escaped with Fu Hei and Shi Liulong and disappeared without a trace.

Those figures disappeared at the end of the passage, vanished into the darkness, carrying with them the hope of survival.

"A meaningless struggle."

Lu Suo's gaze was cold and indifferent, as if Kusakabe's resistance was nothing more than an insignificant interlude, nothing more than a pebble crushed by a wheel.

Wan immediately donned his insect armor, his wings began to flutter again, and just as he was about to take to the skies using his flight advantage—

"Man!"

"No takeoff!"

A black figure from above struck her hard in the back with its elbow!

The force was immense and heavy, like a meteorite falling from the sky, directly slamming Wan forward several steps, leaving a noticeable dent on the back of his insect armor.

"Oh, this is Japan, I should communicate with you in Japanese."

Miguel pushed up his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose; the lenses reflected the structure of the underground space, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes.

Through the sunglasses, Lu Suo couldn't see through the newcomer's expression at all, but by reading the memories within the body, Lu Suo had no choice but to take it seriously again.

The opponent before us is not to be underestimated.

Kusakabe, who was lying on the ground, was instantly pulled away by a large hand, escaping the attack range of Ryouso and Man. The movement was swift and clean, without any unnecessary actions, as if it had been practiced countless times.

"Sashiburi, Shayuk."

"Oh?" Lu Suo hesitated at the form of address, his brows furrowing slightly.

"I was just reminiscing about old friends, I didn't mean to say hello to you."

"It doesn't matter whether it's for summer oil or bone..."

Miguel flexed his elbow, and the joint made a cracking sound.

His gaze, peering through his sunglasses, was fixed intently on Lu Suo.