The brave Simmel wants to resign

More importantly, the external "tent" of this exchange meeting...

It is the Tartar Jia Mei Mo

In addition, there's the barrier that Tianyuan prepared for the school...

[Someone, without anyone noticing, breached the tents of two of the world's most skilled barrier users, entered the venue, and then killed the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Hanamichi, in an extremely short time?]

Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru had just received a call from Simmel.

Upon hearing Simmel's report on the 'Tide Maiden's' death, Gojo Satoru felt a sense of foreboding.

Even he himself couldn't completely avoid arousing the wrath of Tengen and the wrath of Saki.

Within my own understanding, only... can achieve this.

(Could it be...it's you...?)

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Fushiguro Megumi and Kokichi stood side by side.

The two leaned slightly to the side, their backs to each other, their expressions solemn and their faces pale, as they scanned their surroundings.

It was as if a black tide was coming from afar, covering the sky, licking the earth, and climbing up to your ankles.

Suddenly, the two of them turned their gazes forward at the same time.

And there...

Behind the tree trunk, there was a splash of white.

"Miss Hana Yu!"

Kokichi looked at the head with a mixture of surprise and astonishment.

The tree trunk emerged from his eye socket; he couldn't mistake its distinctive appearance.

Is Miss Hanamichi alright?

But the foot he had just moved stopped a second later.

because....

【fondle.....】

The shoe uppers were rubbed against sand and weeds.

The white head peeked forward, while Fukuro and Kokichi's complexions were extremely poor.

It's a head.

That was indeed Hana-no-Yu, but... it was just her head.

My head was being grabbed by someone's hand, and that figure slowly walked out from behind the tree trunk.

(Human?)

(but.....)

Both Fushiguro Megumi and Kokichi stared intently at that being with great apprehension.

A wolf tail draped over a broken veil, and an overly muscular physique was tightly wrapped in clothing, the striking muscle contours alone exuding a sense of oppression.

His eyes are pure black... he doesn't look like a rational person at all.

White knitted sweater, black leather belted casual pants... with a knife at his waist.

He's just an ordinary-looking, slightly muscular human with no magical power... why—

(Could there really be such a sense of oppression?!?)

Kokichi could barely suppress the tremor on his face and instinctively wanted to back away.

The students had little combat experience, but even they were able to instinctively sense the abnormality of the person in front of them.

The source of the anomaly... is the power of the curse.

It's not that my magical power is scarce.

There is no magical power!

Those with weak magical power and who cannot perceive magical power can be called 'ordinary people'.

The curse power completely vanished...

That would be a violation of the basic laws of biology, an existence completely detached from the rules.

It is impossible to judge the strength of an opponent by their spell power.

but.....

(The posture alone is enough to understand.)

Fu Hei gritted his teeth and took half a step back.

(This guy—)

Like Kokichi, he had facial twitching, clenched teeth, and involuntary trembling.

(Terrifyingly strong!)

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Meanwhile, inside the broadcast room.

Xia Youjie, who observed this scene through the crow manipulation technique, turned ashen-faced.

Even Gojo Satoru...

The ever-smiling, never-serious "strongest" now completely suppressed his smile and abruptly stood up from his seat.

It has nothing to do with strength; it's a memory that Gojo Satoru can never erase from his heart.

That is.....

—Those eyes, without a doubt.

—That's what he destroyed with his own hands...

The strongest undead.

His name was pronounced clearly in five characters.

“Fu Hei... Shen Er.”

Chapter 150 Shen Er: Yo, Sashibuli.

Inside the barrier.

The students have already confronted Fuhesh.

Time seemed to stand still.

Both Fushiguro and Yukichi are sorcerers who excel at using their brains in battle, so they were thinking a lot at that moment.

(The guy in front of me... is Maki-senpai's 'next step'!?)

He kept adjusting his breathing, letting large beads of sweat drip down his face.

(If that's the case, it's very likely we can't handle it... We must act immediately—)

Hey.

then.

With eyes closed and open.

From pure white to pitch black, and then gradually back to light.

In that brief moment...

He disappeared.

pat.

Hua Yu's head fell to the ground.

"!!!"

"With Kokichi!"

Fukuro realized what was happening too late, and he and Kokichi also suddenly fell backward!

That was the body's natural reaction to the visual illusion, as if it had slipped and fallen.

The roar of Fu Hei sounded distant and distorted; at this moment, all he could rely on was his own fighting instincts.

Forcing his aching knees to steady himself, he turned his head sharply and, sure enough, found the muscular figure standing beside him.

(What's wrong with this guy?!?)

Kokichi's cheek muscles twitched, and he clenched his teeth.

(How could it be so fast? No! Stop thinking about it—counterattack!—)

Swing your fist to the side, trying to create distance!

Snapped.

But his arm was grabbed in an instant.

"!!"

Then...

Bang!!--!--------

It was as if the air trembled three times.

The enormous figure loomed over us.

Grabbing his arm and pulling outwards, the newcomer swung his iron fist at Yukichi, whose city gate was wide open.

At least ten punches per second.

"Cough!—!—"