Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

Chapter 73 Pursuit

Chapter 73 The Pursuit (Third Update)

Shunping stood still, looking at the group of people talking, as well as the Yue people at the center, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

There was gratitude, lingering fear, and a touch of inexplicable awe.

"Senior Yue Ren..." he began.

"Hmm, thank you for your cooperation. Your acting was quite good. It's just a pity that I couldn't take that guy down directly."

Looking at the boy who had executed the plan perfectly, Yue Ren expressed his approval with satisfaction. It didn't matter whether he was strong or not; the key was that he was obedient and had made full use of his existing abilities to complete the task. This was a rare talent.

To be honest, he was prepared for the real person to see through his plan.

"It's not your fault at all, senior. You don't need to apologize!"

Having witnessed firsthand the power and evil of real people, the arduous battle fought by Itajō and his companions, and the terror of the sudden attack, Shunpei now realized how foolish he had been before.

A curse is just a curse, after all.

"I just wanted to ask, what was that...?" Shunping's voice trembled slightly, "What was it?"

The Yue man did not answer immediately, but turned around and glanced at the ruins.

Under the moonlight, half the school looked like a sieve, with countless bullet holes on the walls, like countless eyes staring at them in the darkness.

It's just that the students and teachers of this high school were all in the lecture hall today, and this place is the playground in the exact opposite direction; otherwise, a lot of people would probably have died in this incident.

"It should be the spell of that guy's partner, another top-tier cursed spirit," he said.

Shunping nodded in realization, his heart filled with complex emotions. Could a truly powerful cursed spirit really reach this level, creating such a terrifying situation in an instant?

After observing the surroundings, Nanami came to Yue Ren's side.

"An incredibly terrifying attack intensity," he said in a low voice, "attacking in the form of bullets. This guy is probably a cursed spirit related to modern firearms."

The Yue man nodded and shared his guess.

"The bullets are formed from cursed power. If we were to say what the most terrifying curse is for modern humans, modern firearms would be one of them. The power of this curse is absolutely immense."

He looked at the ruins.

"The conditions for activating the spell should be a gunshot, speed, and power that are all extremely strong, as well as the effect of appearing out of thin air at close range. Judging from what just happened, from the moment it appeared to the moment it hit, the reaction time left for people is about 0.5 seconds."

"Heh, that really fits the idea of firearms having absolute dominance over ordinary people."

In half a second, a sorcerer can react, but it's difficult to mount an effective defense. It's almost as if you know exactly why you're injured or dying, seemingly only adding to the fear and despair.

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. How could this boy still laugh when he had such terrifying abilities?

Nanami also fell silent.

Looking at the dense bullet holes all around, my mood suddenly turned somber.

The sudden appearance of an enemy of this caliber in the Cursed Spirit Realm is a disaster for both sorcerers and ordinary people.

"If you hadn't activated your domain just now..." He was interrupted by Yue Ren before he could finish speaking.

"Don't think about those things. The most important thing now is that you've all survived and obtained some intelligence about the enemy, so it wasn't a wasted effort. Let's go. The most important thing now is to send the intelligence back."

Nanami did not refute it; he knew it was true and was grateful for the boy's kindness.

"That guy is smart. He knows that directly rescuing people might not work, so he attacked you to force me to defend."

In that instant, bullets came from all directions, densely packed, leaving nowhere to hide.

Itachi felt like he was about to be riddled with holes, but when he came to his senses, he found himself in a place he had met once before, a wasteland strewn with swords and knives.

Thanks to the practical lesson that Gojo Satoru had taken him to before, he roughly understood that this was the expansion of Koshito's domain. In other words, Koshito had pulled them in just a second before they were riddled with bullets, otherwise the three of them would already be corpses.

Arriving at a ruin, they crouched down, brushed aside the rubble, and what appeared to be nothing beneath to the average person could be seen as clearly visible to them.

"Disgraceful."

"They must have taken the opportunity to escape."

Itachi and Shunpei looked somewhat distressed, after all, this cursed spirit was special to them.

"Mr. Nanami, I'm entrusting Itadori and Junpei to you. Please take them back; I'm going to follow them and see what's going on."

Nanami nodded. He knew that against such an enemy, he would mostly be a burden by being by their side. On the contrary, the decision proposed by Yue Ren was more appropriate. Rather than risking investigation, keeping everyone on guard was the right thing to do.

"By the way, Auntie...."

"As for Mom, Mr. Yue has already taken her to a safe place. He is the one who saved Mom's life."

"Really? That's wonderful!"

Dr. Huzhang felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and couldn't help but feel fortunate.

The four parted ways. Yue Ren went to check on Xia Youjie's situation, while Nanami took the other two newcomers back to find Gojo Satoru.

The injured teachers and students and the collapsed buildings at the scene were handed over to the logistics team for handling.

For the logistics team, this wasn't a particularly difficult situation. Apart from the construction requiring some effort, both teachers and students only experienced some fainting due to the concentration of the curse energy, and it wasn't a big deal.

Except for one person, the mastermind behind the bullying of Shunping who was beaten up, who was sent to the hospital's intensive care unit.

Because Yue Ren had previously said that the play should be made real, and coupled with his own resentment, Shunping hit him quite hard.

far away.

In a corner of some unknown sewer.

The real person, who had just escaped danger, lay on the ground, his body still recovering from the ordeal.

He was panting heavily, but a smile was on his face.

"Interesting..." he murmured. "So interesting, that guy is really something, hahaha..."

Beside him stood a figure.

It was a blurry outline, emerging from the shadows in a comical pose, a cursed spirit resembling a spinning top.

"Are you alright, Real Person?"

The boy's indifferent voice and the simple characters conveyed a feeling of concern.

The real person looked up at it with a smile.

"Ah, no problem, it's just that my spell power is exhausted. Bringing you along was the best choice, Impeachment. Without you, we might have really failed this time."

As it turns out, the real person, who is most familiar with human malice, is not just a cursed spirit for nothing. After sensing that something was wrong, he immediately took countermeasures, which is the cursed spirit in front of him.

The latter is also very willing to provide this insurance for it.

"You're welcome, we're partners!"

As he spoke, he placed a hand on the real person, and the magical power was transferred to him, causing the real person's condition to visibly improve.

The real person laughed.

That smile contained madness, excitement, and an indescribable longing.

"Haha, yeah, we're the perfect partners. After all, isn't guns the perfect match for human malice? Don't you think so..."

"Go back, you need to rest."

It doesn't deny that the real person is right and can understand the other person's feelings, but now is not the time. Even if it's a prop, it wants to be used in the right place.

The increased strength of the real people is beneficial to them all.

"Okay, but..."

He looked into the depths of darkness, into that unseen direction, the direction from which he had come.

"Yujin Itadori, the vessel for Sukuna, and that guy, Kochi Kawasaki..."

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"I really want to kill them."

The fear of near death was instilled in him by these two people. Although he was grateful to them for helping him improve, he also genuinely wanted them dead.

The spinning top spirit fell silent for a moment.

"You can't beat him right now."

The real person laughed, stood up, and stretched.

"I know, so I must accumulate power like a curse, until..."

He looked at his partner.

"Let's go, impeach him, and please continue to help me afterward."

"it is good."

The real person's smile deepened, and he was about to set off.

But the next moment, a pistol appeared in front of him, and before he could react, it fired.

彭—

As the gunshot rang out, an attack that was about to hit the real person was deflected, and an octopus-like cursed spirit disappeared.

"?"

Before the real person could react, they were thrown several meters away by the shockwave generated by the collision.

Having finally regained his footing, he immediately became alert and assumed a defensive stance. In that short time, he should have realized what had happened—they had actually caught up with him...?

Gunshots rang out in the enclosed sewer space, sending dust flying from the walls.

"Oh my, that's unexpected. It seems you're completely unharmed. That makes things a bit tricky."

A figure slowly walked out from the smoke and dust.

A monk's robe, squinting eyes, and a half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

It was Xia Youjie.

He found this place by following the filth that had not been cleaned up in time.

"Good evening." His voice was soft, yet it echoed throughout the sewers. "Gentlemen, I have an invitation; I wonder if you would be interested?"

The pupils of a real person contract.

He recognized the face; it had appeared in So's intelligence—the former leader of the curse master group, and Gojo Satoru's former close friend.

Xia Youjie, one of the four top-level sorcerers who was later sentenced to death!

Although Lu Suo said that this guy might not be dead, why is he here?

The real person subconsciously took half a step back and hid behind the impeachment.

Its current situation is not suitable for combat, and the opponent is a strong counter to cursed spirits.

He didn't speak during the impeachment, but his body began to change drastically.

Countless gun barrels emerged from its body surface, and almost instantly this cursed spirit transformed from a spinning top into a combination of countless firearms, gleaming with a cold metallic light in the darkness, all the muzzles aimed at Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie glanced at the gun barrels.

"Wow," he laughed, "It's even scarier than the intelligence reports suggest."

He raised his hand.

Behind them, countless figures emerged from the shadows.

Cursed spirit.

Countless cursed spirits.

Level 1, Level 2, Quasi-Level 1—they surged from the darkness, filling the entire sewer space like a tide.

The roars, groans, and crawling sounds intertwined to create an eerie symphony.

"Since neither of you intends to keep the appointment, I'll have to resort to a slightly tougher approach."

"Judging from your expressions, you know me, which makes things easier. Although we used up quite a few of our resources during the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons," Xia Youjie's smile deepened, "I feel like we should be enough to deal with the two of you."

The real person remained silent.

He just stared intently at Xia Youjie, his mind racing, searching for a way to break the deadlock.

It first examined its own condition: it had just been pinned to the ground by the Yue people and almost died; the curse power given by the impeachment was only enough to restore its mobility; although the spell could be used, its power was greatly reduced.

The stored cyborgs had already been used up in the battles against Itadori and his group.

The impeachment beside him has a powerful technique, but the opponent's technique is least afraid of area damage, so there is no counter relationship. On the contrary, that cursed spirit manipulation technique, according to the theory, anyone weaker than him would be directly absorbed if they are not careful, shout!

Disadvantages.

A comprehensive disadvantage.

"Impeach him," the official said in a low voice. "Don't get bogged down in this. Find an opportunity..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Youjie had already taken action.

It wasn't him.

It was his cursed spirit.

Dozens of cursed spirits pounced at the same time, from all directions, from above and below, from every possible blind spot.

They roared and bared their teeth and claws, like wild beasts that had been starving for a thousand years.

At the same time, the impeachment gun barrel rotated.

Gunshots rang out.

The dozen or so cursed spirits at the forefront were instantly riddled with holes, purple and black blood splattering everywhere. But they didn't stop; those behind them stepped on the corpses in front and continued to surge forward, wave after wave, like an unending tide.

The real person's hand rested on a cursed spirit that had dodged the attack.

"Non-action transformation"

The cursed spirits that rushed towards him suddenly stopped. Their bodies began to twist, deform, and recombine—a few seconds later, they turned around and pounced on their own kind.

"Oh?" Xia Youjie raised an eyebrow. "Is this your technique? It's called 'Real Person,' right? Interesting."

As the master of the cursed spirits, Xia Youjie naturally had a clearer perception of the situation of those cursed spirits that had been touched.

As the Yue people said, the outline of the soul has been altered; this guy's technique can indeed modify the soul!

The real person grinned.

"Your cursed spirit is mine now."

He wanted to see panic or even surprise on the other person's face, but to his surprise, Xia Youjie remained calm and composed, maintaining his initial smile.

The smile was strange—not anger, not fear, but satisfaction.

"Just as I suspected," he said. "The intelligence was correct."

The real person's smile froze.

What does that mean?

Xia Youjie offered no explanation.

He simply raised his hand and waved it lightly.

More cursed spirits surged forth—ten, a hundred, even a thousand.

Upon seeing this, the real person gritted his teeth in disbelief.

With negligible effect, it glared at Xia Youjie, who in turn gave a contemptuous look.

The implication was as if to say, "Go ahead, you can modify it, so go ahead."

The sarcastic attitude was off the charts.

Damn it...