The brave Simmel wants to resign

boom!

boom!

The earth trembled, and the residential buildings stood quietly.

At a certain moment, the bricks on the side of the building seemed to be startled and protruded in an arc. In the next frame, bricks at the tip of the arc flew out and scattered in mid-air, and two figures appeared.

"Waaah!"

Miguel crossed his arms in front of his chest, curling up like a withered flower bud to defend against Gojo Satoru's attack.

In mid-air, Gojou placed one foot on Miguel's upper abdomen, pulled his right arm back, and aimed his fist at the person in front of him.

"Hey!"

boom!--!--------

Smoke and dust rose one after another, and the two figures barely separated.

——!

Adjusting their posture, arms reached out simultaneously from the hazy, gray mist, moving in opposite directions.

Snapped!

Miguel gritted his teeth and swung his arm, the heavy sweep just missing Gojo Satoru who ducked to avoid it.

Even with his exceptionally long limbs, Gojo Satoru's movements were incredibly agile. He would make a grasping motion with his hands, raise his arms, and parry Miguel's movements while his forearms moved with lightning speed, delivering seven or eight punches to the opponent's chest and abdomen.

"Cough!"

As he pounded his muscles with his fist, ripples spread across Miguel's chest and abdomen in an instant, and a dull pain traveled to his internal organs, making him extremely uncomfortable.

click!

With a heavy stomp of his shoe, Miguel still had his free left hand to reach behind him.

The black rope in his hand seemed to come alive and suddenly stretched out, wrapping around the gas cylinder he had casually taken from an unknown house when he crashed into the residential building, and then hurled it directly at Gojo Satoru in front of him.

呲.

As the gas cylinder approached Gojo Satoru's face, it began to slow down, unable to get closer, but the black rope wrapped around it sparked against Gojo Satoru's body even faster.

Then--

boom!--!--!--

A burst of fire erupted.

The two separated again while sprinting. Gojo Satoru covered his ear with one arm, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and strode after Miguel, who was clearly planning to fight and retreat at the same time.

"You're too difficult to deal with!"

Miguel exclaimed that it was unbearable.

— He and Gojo Satoru entered the battle, and less than two minutes had passed.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything more. As if to defeat him in his area of ​​expertise, he teleported directly in front of him and began to fight.

Miguel was certainly confident.

His confidence stemmed not only from his techniques and physique, but also from the tools he carried.

[Top-grade cursed tool: Black Rope]

The Miguel family has passed down their skills through generations, spending a long time weaving these top-grade magical artifacts.

—The ability is the construction of perturbation techniques.

Even those who have no bottom line will be interfered with by this cursed tool.

Although it burns continuously with use, it is still an exceptional item.

Miguel believed his combination of "Curse Power + Physique + Technique + Physical Skill" would lose to Gojo Satoru's similar setup, but what if it were "Curse Power + Physique + Physical Skill" without the Technique...?

I will not lose!

Bang! Crash!

The two men were locked in close combat, their fists and feet striking each other, their afterimages intertwined.

but....

The more Miguel fought, the more alarmed he became.

【Song of Prayer】By 'revealing the spell' and enhancing the spell power, one can briefly bring their close combat to a level where they can delay Simmel.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to delay Gojo Satoru.

But—there is indeed a misconception here.

Simmel's strength comes from his physical body and his skills. Miguel was able to fight him because Simmel never used a sword from beginning to end.

If he had harbored murderous intent, he would probably have died long ago.

Miguel had assumed that Gojo Satoru would be in a similar situation.

However, the actual judgment was incorrect.

"Spell. Azure"

Facing Miguel, Gojo Satoru used a curse at point-blank range!

"!"

Miguel instinctively tried to interrupt, but Gojo Satoru caught him the moment he extended his arm and swung the whip. He grinned and grabbed one end of the rope, pulling Miguel back to him before delivering a knee strike.

"Pfft!"

His face turned pale, and Miguel's features became wrinkled.

To cancel Gojo Satoru's technique, Miguel needs to directly touch the technique with the black rope.

However, that would reveal our intention to attack.

In other words, Gojo Satoru could completely utilize this intention in the fight.

Of course, in the original timeline, Gojo Satoru, who had never encountered an 'equal' opponent, would never have developed this kind of fighting mindset.

【However--】

"You're much easier to deal with than Simmel!"

Miguel's biggest error in judgment was...

Gojo Satoru's nine years were not nine years without 'opponents'.

At this moment, the 'strongest in modern times' possesses extensive experience in combat against opponents of the same level.

boom! ! !

With a smirk, he clenched his fist and unleashed a powerful punch, the sharp, piercing blow bringing a familiar stinging pain to Miguel's cheek.

------

For a fleeting moment, consciousness vanished.

Miguel barely managed to stay upright, almost entirely by willpower, but he spread himself out haphazardly, using the black rope to cut a hole in the ground. Gravel scattered like broken bubbles in the air, obscuring his vision, while he suddenly exerted his strength and escaped behind a relatively large rubble.

"Cough... cough cough cough!"

Clutching his chest and trying to catch his breath, Miguel gasped for air.

Behind the ruins behind him stood Gojo Satoru, his hands tucked back into his pockets.

"Hey, why are you working so hard?"

Gojo Satoru didn't mind trying to persuade the other side to surrender, perhaps because he had taken a liking to the other's cursed tools and the person himself while fighting.

"You're not an idiot, are you? Do you really want to trust that guy?"

He was referring to the fact that the demon would use the identity of "Haibara Yu" to interact with this group of people. Relying on the psychological warfare of a thousand-year-old demon and Haibara Yu's sunny and cheerful face, he was indeed very approachable.

But surely they don't have to be that stupid?

Is it because of dark skin?

"Hey! You just casually said some discriminatory things!!"

Miguel couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Sorry sorry."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, but as soon as Miguel finished speaking, he figured out the source of the voice.

call out!--

He instantly appeared in front of Miguel, and kicked him despite the look of terror and 'You tricked me!' on Miguel's face.

The raging wind tore apart the shelter Miguel was leaning against, sending debris flying as Miguel spun awkwardly through the air.

However, while struggling to hold on, Miguel also had these thoughts in his mind.

(Of course I know things like Haibara isn't trustworthy...)

(so--)

..................

.......

The tent is entirely black, and when viewed from the inside out, it looks like a person is encased in an inverted pot.

Those inside cannot see outside, and those outside cannot see inside, but some light still seeps in, maintaining at least the brightness of 'daytime' inside.

Squeak.

The fluorescent lights in the teaching building corridor flickered for a moment, and the empty corridor became unusually deserted and silent.

In the classroom of Class 3, Grade 9.

Dozens of desks were pushed together, their legs interlocking, and the light from outside shone into the classroom, casting a color between reddish-brown and dim yellow.

Yi Gu You Tai lay in the center with his arms crossed over his abdomen.

Her breathing was shallow, and her eyelashes trembled occasionally, but she never woke up.

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