Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

In the live stream, the refresh rate of the comments also slowed down.

Everyone was waiting for that moment.

The host took a deep breath and raised his voice an octave.

He knew that the next part was the main event of the day.

The first-level sorcerers were just an appetizer.

The real main course is here.

"Next, let's welcome the Grand Spellcasters to the stage with the warmest applause and cheers!"

The moment the words left his mouth, darkness fell over the training ground.

That's Rika.

Several months ago, Yuuto used the power of the Dual Hands and the Spirit Binding Technique to first awaken Rika's soul from its deep slumber.

Then, the body is reshaped, allowing for switching between two forms.

This wave has completely ruined Yu Ren's (the boss's) ability to fight back.

To completely reshape a physical body.

In the original novel of Under One Person, even Duanmu Ying and Lü Liang were unable to do it.

There are two reasons why Yuto was able to do this.

First, Yu Ren exploited a small loophole.

Rika's body is a cursed spirit, not a human body.

These are two concepts.

Cursed spirits generally exist only in a soul state.

Their bodies have no physical form; they are composed of magical energy.

Humans not only have souls, but also bodies.

What Yuuto wanted to do with Rika was to use his fists to change her soul state.

Transform his current transparent body into a human form.

The results were obvious; some people succeeded.

Furthermore, Rika's state was divided into two types.

The original state was combat mode.

The human form is in everyday mode.

And he regained consciousness.

At this moment, having regained consciousness, you appeared in battle form as if descending upon the sky, blotting out the sun.

It then fell straight to the ground.

Standing in his palm is the bone of the saccharin tree.

His appearance immediately drew cheers from the entire audience.

The youngest Grandmaster Spellcaster.

These words are incredibly valuable.

Next to appear was Yuuto, who slowly emerged amidst a shower of thunder.

Then he transformed into a streak of light and arrived at the arena.

Next to appear were Tsukumo Yuki and Gojo Satoru.

The arena lights illuminated the entire area, and dusk had completely fallen, with nightfall creeping in from all directions. The five people retreated from the center of the arena to the edge, leaving the space for the students who were about to take the stage. Hundreds of sorcerers in the stands fell silent, their eyes focused on the center of the arena.

In the individual battle, Kyoto School versus Tokyo School, it's a one-on-one match. There's no teamwork or tactical cover; it's just a pure clash of skill.

The referee stood at the edge of the field, holding a small flag. He cleared his throat, and his voice carried throughout the field through the loudspeaker.

"The first match is between Kyoto School's Higashido Aoi and Tokyo School's Fushiguro Megumi."

Todo emerged from the Kyoto school's ranks. He wore a dark kimono with a wide sash around his waist, and his large strides caused the ground to tremble slightly with each step.

The muscles in his chest were faintly visible under his clothes, and his 1.9-meter height cast a long shadow under the light.

He walked to the center of the field, stood still, and crossed his arms.

His gaze swept across the Tokyo School's opposing camp, a slight smile playing on his lips. Fushiguro Megumi emerged from the Tokyo School's ranks. He wore a black high school uniform, his expression indifferent, his steps unhurried. He stopped in front of Toudou, and the two locked eyes.

Dongtang was almost a head taller and more muscular than him, but Fuhei's gaze did not waver; he simply looked at him quietly, his green-gray eyes devoid of emotion.

"What type of woman do you like?" Dongtang asked.

Fu Hei was silent for a moment. "...No."

Dongtang frowned slightly. "Nothing?"

"No."

Toudou remained silent. He stared at Fushiguro for a few seconds, then sighed, his voice filled with disappointment: "You're boring." Fushiguro didn't reply. Toudou cracked his knuckles as he tucked the hem of his kimono into his obi. "Then let's fight." He charged towards Fushiguro.

Dongtang was very fast. Although he was huge, he moved without any sluggishness and rushed to Fuhei in a few steps, smashing his right fist into Fuhei's face.

The punch was powerful and the wind howled. Fu Hei dodged to the side, but the fist grazed his ear, and the wind from the punch made his earlobe sting.

Dongtang didn't stop; his left fist followed immediately, but Fuhei dodged again, creating distance.

He was fast, but Dongtang was even faster, giving him no chance to catch his breath. The third punch landed on Fuhei's shoulder. Fuhei was knocked back several steps, a dull pain shooting through his left shoulder. He steadied himself and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Dongtang didn't pursue, but stood still and flicked his wrist. "Draw your sword," Dongtang said. "You can't beat me if you don't draw your sword."

Fu Hei didn't reply, but released his fingers from the hilt of the knife and formed a hand seal.

The shadow beneath their feet began to wriggle, and jade dogs leaped out from the shadows, one black and one white, the two giant dogs rushing towards the East Hall.

Dongtang didn't dodge; instead, he rushed forward and punched the white jade dog on the head, sending it flying. With his other hand, he grabbed the black jade dog by the neck and slammed it to the ground. The two jade dogs rolled twice on the ground, got up, and pounced on Dongtang again.

Dongtang's fists were faster than theirs, smashing them away one by one.

Fuhei's cursed power accelerated within his body. "Nue." The shikigami from the shadows emerged from mid-air, its wingspan several meters, and swooped down towards Dongtang, its sharp claws gleaming coldly.

Dongtang glanced up, didn't dodge, but grabbed the Nue's claws, pulled it down from mid-air, and slammed it to the ground, creating a shallow crater and sending pebbles flying. The Nue struggled a couple of times before disappearing.

"Is there anything else?" Dongtang asked.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fu Hei's forehead as he formed hand seals once more. "Great Serpent."

A gigantic serpentine spirit sprang from the shadows, its scales gleaming coldly in the lamplight, and opened its massive jaws to bite Dongtang. Dongtang dodged to the side, grabbed the serpent by its tail, and slammed it to the ground. With a deafening crash, the serpent's body carved a deep trench in the ground, struggled a few times, and then vanished...

"In the second match, Kyoto School's Kasumi Miwa will face Tokyo School's Panda."

As the host's voice faded, a buzz of discussion arose in the stands.

"panda?"

"That Cursed Corpse from the second year of the Tokyo school?"

"A tricycle versus a panda, this is going to be interesting."

Miwa emerged from the Kyoto school's camp.

Her long, sky-blue hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her side-swept bangs were damp with sweat and stuck to her skin.

She was wearing a black combat suit, with a sword at her waist, her right hand resting on the hilt, her knuckles slightly white.

On the other side, the panda swaggered out of the Tokyo school's camp.

Its furry body cast a shadow under the light.

He glanced at the teachers' bench on the sidelines, where Principal Moth was staring at him with his arms crossed.

Panda knew perfectly well that Maki was unable to participate due to unforeseen circumstances, and he had been temporarily brought in as a substitute.

Logically speaking, as a second-year senior, he shouldn't have been the first to speak at the exchange meeting.

But there was no other way; the Tokyo campus was short-staffed.

The students are all top-tier experts, so they can't easily make an appearance.

Or perhaps they never intended to participate in the student war.

The most typical examples are Otsu and Maki. Although they are both second-year students, they can't play at all. If they do, it's like killing the game.

Moreover, Principal Moth had a special talk with him last night—"Take it easy on him, don't make the younger generation withdrawn."

The panda readily agreed, even patting its chest and saying, "No problem, I'll use ten percent of my strength."

Principal Moth looked at him expressionlessly.

"...Thirty percent?"

Principal Moth remained silent.

"...Okay, that's enough for now."

Now the panda stands on the field, looking at the tricycle opposite, silently calculating how much force to apply later.

Ending it too quickly would seem like bullying.

Dragging it out for too long makes it seem like you're not taking it seriously.

Acting is so difficult.

While the panda was still figuring out how to control its strength...

The tricycle opposite took a deep breath.

She didn't rush to draw her sword.

Instead, she slowly closed her eyes.

Someone in the stands noticed something amiss.

"Wait, what's that tricycle doing?"

Why isn't it moving?

She was originally only skilled in the Shinkage-ryu's sword-drawing technique and simple domain, and her attack methods were limited. Once her domain was broken, she would instantly fall into a passive position.