Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

With a thrust of the axe handle, it precisely blocked the Jikibi man's ankle.

"when!!!"

The metal and wooden clogs collided, producing a crisp sound.

The Gibi people were forced to take two steps back.

He steadied himself, looked at Mingming, and his expression changed from relaxed to serious.

"Can you predict my movements?"

Mingming turned around and slung the battle axe over his shoulder.

"I have studied the principles of projection spells."

She extended her index finger and tapped her temple.

"You have to plan all your actions for the next second from the very beginning, right? This means your trajectory is predictable. Once you're familiar with your thought process, you can calculate where you'll end up in advance."

The Naobi people were silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"You accomplished something that even Gojo Satoru couldn't do?"

Mingming did not respond.

She gripped her battle axe and charged towards the Zhibi people.

—This time it's her turn to attack.

Mingming's physical skills are among the best of the first-level sorcerers.

She didn't rely on the Blackbird Manipulation Technique, but rather on hand-to-hand combat and magical power enhancement. The battle axe in her hands was like a light dagger, flying up and down, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound.

The Jibi people no longer retain this.

He maximized the speed advantage of his projectile spells.

The two clashed rapidly in the arena, their axe blades and palms colliding constantly, sparks flying everywhere.

The spectators in the stands were dazzled by the spectacle.

"Too fast... those two are both too fast..."

"Sister Mingming can actually keep up with the speed of the Nakabi people?"

"It's not about following, it's about anticipating. She knew in advance where the old man would appear."

"This is even more terrifying than a pure speed contest..."

The live stream chat exploded.

"Sister Mingming's brain is too sharp! She can even predict projection spells?"

"After all, he's Gojo Satoru's senior, what do you think?"

"The old man is getting serious!"

"This exhibition match was of even higher quality than the main event..."

The battle lasted for about two minutes.

Neither side used their trump cards—the mysterious one did not summon crows, and the Naobi people showed no sign of using their domains.

The two simultaneously increased the distance between them.

The Naobi took a few breaths and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You are much better than I imagined, girl."

Mingming was also slightly out of breath, but her expression remained calm.

"The old man is no less impressive."

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"The next battle will be handed over to the top-tier sorcerers."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the entire training ground fell silent.

It wasn't just ordinary quiet; it was the deathly stillness before a storm.

In the stands, thousands of sorcerers held their breath in unison.

Some people clenched their fists, some leaned forward instinctively, and others stared intently at the approaching white figure on the horizon.

The live stream chat suddenly stopped flowing at that moment—not because no one was sending messages, but because the server was overwhelmed by the sudden surge of traffic and lagged for a full three seconds.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!!! Top-tier!!!"

"Is Gojo Satoru coming???"

“Not just Gojo Satoru! Natsume Yuuki is there too! And that legendary…”

"Stop refreshing! Stop refreshing! You're blocking the screen!"

"Turn off the comments, I want to see the Special Agent's face clearly!"

"By the way, how many top-tier sorcerers are there exactly?"

"The ones we already know are Gojo Satoru, Natsume Yuki, Tsukumo Yuki, and the newly added one... the protagonist!"

"The main character is going to make an appearance too???"

"You forgot? The protagonist is a man who possesses the 'Under One Person System,' and being at least Special Grade is the minimum requirement!"

The sorcerers in the stands were also whispering among themselves.

In the center of the training ground, the referee had retreated to the edge of the barrier.

His expression remained relatively calm, but the hand holding the flag trembled slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but rather a deep-seated awe of absolute power.

The barrier's strength was adjusted to the highest level, sufficient to withstand a clash between a master sorcerer and a sorcerer.

However, the sorcerers responsible for maintaining the barrier were still sweating profusely with nervousness.

"Can this barrier really hold?"

"We have to bear it even if we can't. Otherwise, the entire vocational college will be overturned."

The white shadow on the horizon was getting closer and closer.

The air began to vibrate.

An invisible sense of oppression poured down from the sky like a tide, covering the entire training ground.

It wasn't malicious intent, nor was it murderous intent.

It simply exists.

The live stream finally returned to its usual rhythm of flooding the chat with comments.

"They're here! They're here! They're here!!!"

"My God, I can't breathe even through the screen..."

"Is this the oppressive aura of a top-tier sorcerer???"

"If ordinary people watching the live stream react like this, wouldn't the people at the scene be kneeling down in awe?"

"I declare this to be the most exciting live stream I've ever seen, bar none!"

The host took a deep breath, his voice rising eight octaves, trembling slightly with excitement:

"Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome the Grandmaster Spellcasters!"

Chapter 147 The Battle Between Yi Gu and Jiu Jiu

The host stood in the center of the training ground and took a deep breath:

"Everyone!!!"

The host's voice was amplified throughout the venue by magical power.

"Next, we will proceed with the grand finale of this competition: a battle between top-tier sorcerers!"

The stands fell silent instantly.

That silence wasn't ordinary silence; it was the deathly stillness before a storm.

Thousands of sorcerers held their breath in unison.

The chat in the live stream completely stopped at that moment—not because no one was sending messages, but because hundreds of thousands of viewers stopped typing at the same time, and everyone's attention was firmly locked on the screen.

"The first Grand-level sorcerer to appear is..."

The host paused deliberately, whetting everyone's appetite.

"Yigu Youtai!"

"And... ninety-nine yogis!"

In the commentary booth, a middle-aged male commentator cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone.

"Yuta Otsuko, a second-year student at Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Spellcasting, is one of the four existing top-level spellcasters."

"The technique is called Imitation, which allows one to copy the techniques of others and use them for one's own purposes. The shikigami is named Rika, who is a manifestation of the Otsuku curse power and possesses independent combat capabilities and a near-infinite reserve of curse power."

Another commentator added, "He also possesses the Reversal Technique, which allows him to heal himself and his companions. His melee abilities are also exceptional; he once unleashed a Black Flash during a battle."

"The domain unfolds as 'True and False Love,' and scattered within it are numerous swords, each containing a technique that Yi Gu once copied. Only by picking up the sword can one determine the specific technique, and once used, the technique gains a 'guaranteed hit' effect."

The first commentator nodded, then changed the subject.

"And Tsukumo Yuki is also one of the four special-grade sorcerers, and the mentor of Toudou Aoi. He was already a special-grade sorcerer when Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru were still students."

"Her technique is Star Fury, which can grant herself an imaginary mass without putting any burden on her—her speed will not decrease, her body will become as hard as steel, and her attack power will increase exponentially with the increase in mass."

"The shikigami is named Phoenix Wheel, the embodiment of the Ninety-Nine Techniques, and the only one besides herself capable of using 'Star's Wrath.' Normally, it can transform into a long bone whip for combat..."

The two commentators exchanged a glance.

"So, in this duel between top-tier sorcerers—who will emerge victorious?"