Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

Chapter 94 The Slaughter of Heaven and the Tyrant

The Naobi took a deep breath and decided to cast the spell again.

He knew the outcome was already decided, but he still continued to attack, each frame a strike, each strike hitting a different spot.

Head, chest, abdomen, ribs, back, shoulders—the body of the demon Xu Luo swayed under the attack, like a tree in a storm, the sounds of his body being attacked like popping beans.

But now, even the nearsighted could see that the damage the patriarch had done to this monster with all his might was just a tickle. Every punch and every strike was ineffective and seemed more like giving it a massage.

The key point is that such an action is still very dangerous. The disc above Moxuluo's head spun again during the attack, and his subsequent actions could be predicted with 100% certainty.

With another powerful punch, the Naobi stopped.

This time, it was Demon Void Luo who made the move.

Only one punch.

Extreme speed and precision, like a high-speed train rushing past, breaking through any obstacle.

When the fist slammed into the Naokiji's chest, everyone on the sidelines heard the sound.

It wasn't heavy, and it didn't depict an exaggerated scene of a punch exploding, but Naobi's body flew out.

Like a ball being shot, the Giovanni crashed into the training ground wall, which cracked instantly. His body was embedded in the crack, like a painting nailed to the wall.

He then slid down and sat on the ground, his kimono covered in blood and dust.

Everyone fell silent, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

Their powerful patriarch actually failed so easily? The key point is that they cannot deny this crushing defeat. Every rational person knows what the result would be if they were to face that opponent.

Many people's expressions even underwent a complete reversal, their eyes now filled with admiration as they looked at Fushiguro Megumi.

Most of them were young people who, influenced by family rules, admired powerful family members and had not yet become selfish individuals. Now, seeing this overwhelming battle, they had a real-life understanding of the concept of the strongest.

The Naobi sat on the ground, regaining consciousness after a brief period of disorientation. He looked down at his chest and saw that his ribs were broken and his internal organs were also seriously injured, but it didn't matter. After moving his body, he found that there were no fatal injuries.

That shikigami held back; that must have been Fushiguro Megumi's idea, huh...

Although he wanted to call it womanly compassion, as someone who had been spared, he had no right to yell at the other party.

Alright, being spared and able to live a few more years is a good thing. As for whether he feels ashamed of losing to a teenager, well, he just finds the teenager on stage more and more pleasing to the eye.

As the new head of the family, he was simply perfect.

Looking up, I saw that Mo Xuluo remained unmoved, like a war god.

Although there was blood at the corner of his mouth, he was smiling brightly.

"it is good."

Then he leaned against the wall to stand up, dusted himself off, and walked back to the center of the training field.

He took the wine flask from his waist, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and the wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, mixing with blood and dripping onto the ground, but he didn't care.

Turn around and face everyone again.

"You've all seen the ending. So, in the capacity of the previous head of the family, Zenin Naoki, I hereby order that, from today onwards..."

""

His voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced the ears of everyone present like nails.

"The new head of the Zen-in family is Fushiguro Megumi."

"Rejoice fully, for the future of the Zen family has a clear direction at this moment."

silence.

No one dared to speak. The ordinary members were shocked by the monster on the field, while the higher-ups, faced with the absolute power and mechanism displayed by Mo Xu Luo, were forced to suppress their malice.

The young people wanted to say something, but were stopped by the looks from their team leaders or seniors.

After waiting a while and seeing that no one objected, Fushiguro Megumi breathed a sigh of relief. The method taught by Senior Yue Ren was very effective. After demonstrating his strength first, the resistance was indeed much less.

At this moment, Maki also walked over from the sidelines and stood next to Fushiguro. She was casual in her demeanor, her gaze sweeping over the faces of those around them who dared not look them in the eye, a faint contemptuous smile appearing on her face.

There was no way around it; the expressions on these guys' faces were truly hilarious, especially her father's. Although he still had a straight face, as his daughter, she could sense that he was feeling absolutely miserable, like he had just eaten something disgusting.

She was already used to this family being mostly a bunch of bullies who preyed on the weak.

What surprised her even more was Fukuro. Where did he get such an outrageous shikigami in just a few days?

Besides the various shikigami, are there other powerful shadow spells hidden among the ten types of shadow magic?

The battle she had just witnessed had amazed her. She thought to herself, if she were to face that thing without knowing its specific details and allowing it to adapt, she might not be able to defeat it.

Hui has become very strong too!

"As the head of the family, I hereby issue my first order: from now on, the basic affairs of the Zen-in family will continue to be handled by Zen-in Jigshin until I complete my advanced studies and officially take over."

Upon hearing this, most of the higher-ups breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the young man did not intend to immediately carry out a major overhaul of the organizational structure, which made it somewhat acceptable.

"There is also one..."

'

Everyone's nerves were on edge once again.

"From now on, 'Bing' and 'Kikkuriru' will be led by Zenin Maki, who is by my side."

"this...

'

Everyone was taken aback, then subconsciously looked in one direction. At the far end of their line of sight, a young man stood there with a gloomy expression. It was undoubtedly Zenji Naoya.

Before this order was issued, Naoya was the leader of the strongest armed forces of these two Zen families.

Under so many gazes, Naoya would normally be showing off, but now, pity, schadenfreude, mockery... these are the kinds of looks and emotions he usually only shows to others, but now they are all being projected onto him.

Zhi Zai was so angry that his face turned red.

But before he could react, Fushiguro Megumi spoke again.

"Knowing that you may have doubts or objections, we have adopted the simplest and quickest method. Maki is right here. If you disagree with this decision, stand up and she will tell you why this decision was made."

"That's right. Those guys who can't stand being ridden on by a woman like me have stood up. I'll give them a chance. No matter how many there are, you can all come at me together. But unlike the newly appointed head of the family beside me, I won't be so merciful."

"Anyone who dares to go on stage had better be prepared to lose their life."

Maki's voice was unrestrained and arrogant, and her wildly grinning mouth coupled with her mocking attitude made it seem like she was the villain, although from the perspective of these Zenin family members, that was indeed the case.

The scene fell silent. What were these two up to? Were they really going to let a woman take on all of them single-handedly?

How dare they...?

Maki took a step forward.

The bluestone slabs on the training ground cracked instantly, and her provocative gaze swept across everyone's faces.

"What?" Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like the back of a knife hitting a stone, truly painful to the ears.

"Are they all cowards? They love to do shady things behind the scenes, but when it really comes down to it, they don't even have the courage to deal with a woman?"

Megumi Fushiguro's eyes widened, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart. She abruptly looked up at Maki.

Sister, are you really going to use it?

Aren't you afraid of inciting public outrage by doing this?

Maki declared that she was not afraid at all; she was determined to pay back all the harm she had suffered over the years, in other words, she was going to draw blood today.

Naobi, lying half-reclined on the edge of the training field, was drinking and watching the scene unfold with great interest, showing no intention of interfering.

The elder of the Zen temple, a man in his sixties, couldn't bear the embarrassment.

He took half a step forward, his voice strained out: "Zenin Maki, don't be so presumptuous."

"Insolence?" Maki interrupted him. "I haven't even started yet, and this is already considered insolence?"

She took a step forward, and the elder instinctively took half a step back.

"You people have been teaching me about rules since I can remember. Things like women can't enter the ancestral hall, and a woman's greatest use is to marry a sorcerer and bear a child with magical powers..."

"

She brushed her hair back slowly, as if she were parting a curtain.

"Didn't you think you were so high and mighty? How does it feel to be ridden on by a woman now? You bastards who only know how to use despicable tricks?"

A young military mage couldn't hold back any longer.

He took a step forward, his fist slamming down with magical power.

Maki didn't dodge; she simply turned slightly to the side. The fist grazed her ear, creating a gust of wind, and as it drew near, she raised her hand, grabbed the wrist, and twisted it.

The sound of dislocated joints was like the snapping of a dry twig. The young man screamed and knelt on the ground.

Maki didn't lower her head, but continued to look around.

"What, is this the only one with any backbone? Are the rest just spineless cowards?"

"Hahahaha... So the Zen temple family is full of trash who are even worse than women. They might as well all go to a male escort club. Oh, I forgot, I bet you bunch of ugly ducklings wouldn't even be able to get past the threshold..."

'

His gaze swept across the entire room, ignoring the fact that everyone's emotions had been stirred up, and finally he focused his attention back on Naoya.

"Naoya, you're an exception. You'll probably be the top courtesan, since your face is the only thing worth mentioning."

"Maki, do you even know what you're saying?!"

Zenin Han walked over from the pillar and stopped three steps in front of Maki, looking at her.

Maki looked at him calmly.

"Of course I know, old man. If you're not happy, come at me. Make me wish I were dead again."

"Let's go together."

The voice came from the crowd; no one knew who said it, but it was like a match thrown into an oil drum.

Unable to bear the humiliation, the sorcerers swarmed down the steps like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed.

"That's more like it."

"Slaying the Moon" leaves the body.

Because of the "Heavenly Curse," she has no magical power, but relying on this ultimate physical body she gained in exchange for losing her magical power, she is stronger than everyone else here.

The first person to rush in front of her was a man with a short knife. The knife was aimed at her abdomen at a tricky angle and very fast.

Maki neither blocked nor dodged; she simply took a step forward, a step that landed in the trajectory of the short sword, directly into the young man's arms.

Her shoulder slammed into his chest, the sound of bones cracking like shattering thin ice. The young man flew out, crashing into the steps, his head hitting a stone, his eyes rolling back, and he lay still.

The second one has arrived—a fist coated with a thick layer of cursed power, hurtling towards them with a whooshing sound.

She raised her hand and caught the fist with her palm.

The moment their fists collided, her arm remained completely still. The sorcerer's eyes widened; he felt as if his fist had smashed into a wall.

"The power is good, but it's too slow."

Clenching her fist and pulling it towards her chest, the sorcerer lunged at her. She sidestepped, and with a flourish of her sword, she sliced ​​the sorcerer in half at the waist.

She remembered this guy, damn it.

Thirdly, Maki did not turn around.

She simply took a step forward, then turned around, slashing the blade upwards—without any incantation or spell, just pure, savage power and speed.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, cutting the man and weapon in two. The sorcerer was even stunned for a moment, completely unaware that he had already been decapitated.

Maki moved among these sorcerers who seemed like superhumans to ordinary people, her figure as elusive as a ghost.

Accompanying the splattering of blood was a heart-wrenching scream that was too painful to bear.

The memories buried deep in the girl's mind were awakened one by one. All those who had offended her, those of bad character, those full of filth, were dismembered in front of the cleaver that could cut hair in an instant.

Those who remained on stage were stunned, covering their mouths in disbelief, unable to comprehend the girl's strength, and also unable to believe that she actually dared to kill so wantonly.

Some people couldn't help but shout wildly, but it was all in vain. The killing did not stop because of fear and anger; on the contrary, it added a beautiful soundtrack to this killing feast.

On the stage, some people hesitated when they saw that the girl really dared to make a move. Zenin Naoya, in particular, was hesitant to step forward, even though his face was turning purple with anger and his whole body was trembling.

The girl on stage, with her ghostly, slicing figure, coupled with the lingering pain in his nose, told him that if he stepped onto her now, he would die.

As the last person to step onto the stage lost his knife, it fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zenin Sen stared blankly at Maki, his lips moving a few times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You... what exactly are you..."

'

Maki looked at him, tilted her head, and the blood on her cheek made her smile look particularly ferocious.

"Don't you know best... There are countless people with the title of 'useless trash without magical power,' who can't even sit at the dinner table?"

She took the knife off her shoulder, the tip hanging on the ground, blood dripping down and leaving a mark on the bluestone slab.

"This is the kind of thing you've raised."