Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Xia Youjie, who was sitting in the Panxing Sect area, maintained a subtle expression throughout.

He didn't clap or shout; he just watched quietly.

His gaze lingered on Nanami Kento for a few more seconds—he was his junior.

During his time at the vocational college, Xia Youjie was Qi Hai's senior.

At that time, Nanami was a newcomer who was not very good at expressing himself, and Natsumi Yukichi was one of his trusted seniors.

Things have changed.

As Nanami stepped off the stage, her gaze unconsciously swept towards the direction of the Panxing Sect.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

short.

silence.

Xia Youjie nodded slightly, a smile on his lips that was hard to tell whether it was out of kindness or habit.

Nanami did not return the greeting, withdrew her gaze, and walked towards the rest area expressionlessly.

He is no longer the boy who needed protection from his seniors.

He has become a first-level sorcerer.

A reliable adult worthy of the trust of all younger generations.

This was followed by a containment campaign.

Nanami Kento and Kusakabe Atsushi were also assigned to the same group.

As soon as the pair appeared, whistles erupted from the stands.

The two have completely opposite styles—one is sharp and unrestrained with ghostly techniques, while the other is calm and composed with a subtle, ever-changing atmosphere.

However, when faced with the combined attack of five top-tier imaginary spirits, their teamwork was surprisingly seamless.

Atsuya Kusakabe was the first to launch the New Yin Stream: Simplified Domain.

A moon-white halo spread out from beneath his feet, quickly covering an area with a radius of several meters.

"Here, try this."

His tone was languid, but his hand movements were remarkably steady.

Draw your sword.

Xinyinliu·Xiyue.

The blade traced a dark blue arc through the air, severing the two leading projections of cursed spirits, which vanished as specks of light.

Kusakabe's domain has a built-in automatic counterattack program—any enemy entering the domain will be automatically locked onto and counterattacked based on the system's judgment.

This fully automated counterattack system allows him to launch attacks while defending, making it a model of integrated offense and defense.

Nanami Kento attacked from the side.

He had already drawn his sword.

Ten-stroke incantation – Waluo Waluo.

Golden lines of magical energy appeared in his vision, precisely marking the cursed spirit's weakness—the "7:3" dividing point.

The blade fell, precisely slicing into the weak point of the cursed spirit projection.

The second blow.

The third strike.

Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a black flash and a loud crackling sound.

In just twenty seconds, all five top-tier imaginary spirits were annihilated.

The two men sheathed their swords almost simultaneously.

Kusakabe turned to look at Nanami Kento, his expression somewhat subtle:

"Nanami, you chopped too fast, I didn't even have time to react."

Nanami straightened his tie, his face expressionless: "Are you complaining or praising me?"

"You figure it out yourself." Kusakabe shrugged, uncapped the sake gourd, and took a sip.

The referee raised his flag: "Pacifying maneuver, passed."

The live stream chat exploded once again.

"Nanami and Kusakabe are such an amazing duo!"

"An automatic counterattack and a forced critical hit—who can withstand that?"

"I understand now, office workers are the most terrifying group."

"Kusakabe didn't seem to move much the whole time? He just stood there drawing his sword?"

"This is the simplified realm of the new Yin Flow; you win simply by standing still."

Another pair to appear in the containment battle are Zenin Naohito and the first-class sorcerer Meimei.

Mingming, formerly an assistant supervisor at Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Spellcasting, is now a freelance spellcaster.

She is Gojo Satoru's senior, and also the only first-level sorcerer invited to participate in this grand tournament as a free agent.

The reason is simple—she is strong enough.

The moment Mingming appeared, the stands erupted in cheers that were more enthusiastic than ever before.

It's not just because she's strong.

More importantly, because she is so beautiful.

Standing at 1.72 meters tall, she is slender and well-proportioned, with long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her delicate features, coupled with her languid yet shrewd eyes, exude a unique charm of a mature woman in every gesture.

She walked onto the stage in her combat uniform, her steps elegant, as if she were walking on a catwalk.

The referee's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he cleared his throat and looked away.

The live stream chat instantly turned into a barrage of comments from female fans.

"Ahhh, Sister Mingming!"

"Is this woman really thirty? I don't believe it!"

"She has such a great figure! She's beautiful from head to toe!"

"Money? No, I want beautiful women!"

Of course, there were also comments seriously discussing her skills.

"Don't think of Mingming as just a pretty face. Her Black Bird Manipulation Technique combined with Divine Wind makes her one of the most destructive spellcasters."

"Sister Mingming doesn't need any fancy spells; she can crush most opponents in close combat."

"Gojo Satoru's seniors, you should weigh the value of this yourself."

Mingming glanced at the top-tier imaginary spirits and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This price is reasonable."

The cursed battle axe in her hand drew a graceful arc in the air, its sharp light sweeping across the body of the first cursed spirit.

Light spot sputtering.

However, the use of spells is not limited to the weapons themselves.

Blackbird Manipulation can control surrounding crows for battlefield reconnaissance and auxiliary attacks, but it's not her ultimate weapon for restraining enemies. Her true trump card is the pinnacle of all techniques—"Divine Wind."

They gather a large number of crows together, enhance them with magical power, and then launch a suicidal charge attack.

It has extremely high explosive power.

Although it was a diversionary tactic, Mingming's strategy was simple—using spells in conjunction with melee attacks to quickly clear the field. She wielded her battle axe and launched a fierce frontal assault, while crows hidden in the shadows ambushed from blind spots.

The Gibi people's projectile spells weaved back and forth among the enemies, each touch of their palm freezing the movements of a cursed spirit.

One is in charge of controlling the situation, and the other is in charge of reaping the rewards.

Without exchanging a single word, they cooperated perfectly.

Three top-tier imaginary spirits were frozen, while the other two were cleaved in two by the battle axe.

Thirty-two seconds.

All resolved.

Mingming wiped away the bloodstains that weren't on his battle axe, then glanced at the Naobi:

"Grandpa, your speed is not bad."

The Naobi man wasn't angry; instead, he laughed heartily twice.

"Haha, you're not bad either!"

He opened the gourd he always carried and took a swig.

Mingming glanced at the wine gourd, a meaningful glint in his eyes.

Is this wine valuable?

"...Is that the point?"

“Everything has a price,” Mingming smiled slightly, “including fighting an old man like you.”

Finally, the decisive battle arrived, and the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

The rules of the battle are simple and clear: one-on-one, no time limit, no killing each other, but all spells and magical tools can be used to fight each other until one side concedes defeat or the referee determines that one side is no longer able to fight.

Higashido Aoi was the first to appear.

The ace of the third year at Kyoto School, a disciple of Yuki Tsukumo, is physically strong and has a wild and bold fighting style.

He took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body, and stood in the center of the training ground with his hands on his hips, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena.

"Who else?"

His opponent was Zenin Naoya.