Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

In this realm, the ninety-nine yogis are the masters of all gravity.

Otsuko quickly drew the last sword that was stuck next to Rika.

The sword glowed, revealing a sword technique mode used by Rika after fully unleashing her power to amplify the output of her Ottoman Curse power—the true killing move of the Ottoman Domain.

Yi Gu poured all the remaining magical power in his body into the longsword in his hand. The purple magical power surged like a river, flowing from his chest, through his veins into his arms, and then pouring into the blade from the lines of his palm. The purple light on the blade had become so intense that it was almost black, and the blade itself was trembling slightly, emitting a dangerous buzzing sound.

The sword energy shot out in all directions like a storm, each sword energy carrying a domain rule that would hit its target, tearing apart the golden barrier of the Ninety-Nine Yugi.

Purple light spread rapidly along the spiderweb-like cracks, like water seeping into a parched riverbed, inch by inch cutting through the golden starry sky.

Yuki gritted her teeth, and the golden star fragments within her domain quickly coalesced into a thick protective barrier, blocking her from the storm.

Both areas emitted a crisp, shattering sound simultaneously. The sound was like glass being crushed inch by inch, or like a massive iceberg slowly disintegrating under the sunlight.

The barrier was covered with dense cracks, and golden starlight fragments and purple sword light fragments intertwined and drifted in the void, like a silent firework.

Then, everything fell silent.

Yi Gu knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

The situation wasn't much better even though the 99 base station remained in place.

Her Starfall Requiem had ended, and the golden fragments of the barrier were still dissipating at her feet, turning into specks of light that drifted into the night sky.

She was hunched over, her hands resting on her knees, her blonde hair disheveled and covering most of her face, sweat dripping from her hair onto the ground.

The stands in the distance were completely silent.

Thousands of people stood silently, not even a cough. Everyone was waiting, waiting for one of the two to make the first move.

The referee stood on the sidelines, holding a flag, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two players several times.

Ninety-nine Yuki was the first to straighten up.

She swept her disheveled hair back, ignoring the few stray strands of hair still clinging to her cheeks. She walked step by step to Yigu, looking down at this junior who was shorter than her.

The moonlight shone on her, casting a thin layer of silvery-white light on her, softening her somewhat disheveled face from the fight.

"You're a good fighter, kid."

She reached out her hand.

Yi Gu paused for a moment, then looked up at her.

Ninety-Nine Yuki's hand was outstretched, palm facing up. There were still wounds on her hand, and bloodstains remained under her fingernails.

Yigu grasped her hand and used it to stand up. He swayed as he stood, his legs feeling weak, as if he were walking on cotton. Yuki Kyuuki instinctively reached out and supported his shoulder. Their shadows overlapped in the moonlight, stretched long and faint, spread across the cracked barrier ground.

The referee assessed the two players' condition and waited a moment. Confirming neither intended to continue, he raised his flag, the sound carrying far on the night wind.

"Yi Gu You Tai vs. Jiu Jiu You Ji, a draw!"

Chapter 150 Yuuto vs. Gojo Satoru

This grand event belonging to the world of sorcery is now nearing its end.

This will be the final farewell match.

Yuuto battles Gojo Satoru.

After the host announced the list, cheers erupted one after another, continuously. The entire arena was like a boiling ocean, the sound waves almost lifting the huge barrier that enveloped the arena.

The clash between the strongest title and the fourth seat of the Sword Academy, which has risen at an astonishing pace in recent years and is shrouded in countless mysteries, is undoubtedly a spark that ignites everyone's passion.

Yuuto sat in the specially set-up viewing area high above, overlooking the bustling crowd below. Sunlight filtered through the barrier, dancing on his silver-white hair, reflecting a calm yet sharp light.

Beside him stood Qiong, whose long, silver-white hair was meticulously tied into her signature twin ponytails, falling over her shoulders and swaying gently with her slightly moving body.

Those eyes, as clear as rubies, were fixed on her brother beside her, filled with undisguised worry and affection.

She was wearing a dark uniform from a vocational college. At 152cm tall, she looked particularly petite on the large chair, and her delicate face was tense.

Qiong gripped Yuuto's clothes tightly with one hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, as if this would keep her brother by her side and away from the impending, heart-pounding battle.

“Brother…” Qiong’s voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the deafening cheers, but Yuuto clearly caught the unease in her voice.

Yuuto turned his head to the side, a reassuring smile on his face, warm yet firm.

He reached out and habitually ruffled Qiong's hair, his movements gentle and full of affection.

"It's alright, Qiong. This was just a skirmish."

His voice was deep and steady, soothing the turmoil in Qiong's heart like a rock.

"Moreover, it is a rare opportunity to fight against the 'strongest'."

He made a small joke in an attempt to ease the tension.

Qiong pursed her lips, the worry in her red eyes not completely gone, but the hand gripping the hem of her clothes loosened its grip slightly.

"Be careful...don't get hurt."

Yuuto nodded, his gaze returning to the massive training ground below, reinforced with special magical energy.

Just then, the host's voice resounded throughout the venue through the megaphone, drowning out the noise: "Now, please welcome the fourth seat of the Sword-wielding Academy, the Special Grade Spellcaster, Haruhi Yuuto!"

Yuuto took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming calm as still water, all his gentleness and dotingness vanished, leaving only the focus and sharpness before battle.

Instead of walking into the arena in the conventional way, he took a step forward under the watchful eyes of countless people, and then missed the target entirely!

"Kan character - Water and Marsh!"

The Qimen formation unfolded instantly beneath his feet, and a blue and white Bagua diagram clearly appeared.

It's not an attack, but a rallying effort.

The moisture in the air was rapidly drawn in and compressed, condensing into crystal-clear, thin as cicada wings yet incredibly strong ice treads wherever he stepped.

He seemed to be walking on invisible steps, or like a deity moving with effortless grace, his movements elegant and composed. With each step, the ice crystals behind him quietly shattered and dissipated, turning into specks of light, leaving no trace. Only his figure, ascending step by step, reflected a dazzling yet cold radiance in the sunlight.

The lingering power of the incantation flowed around him, forming a faint blue-white halo that made him appear like a celestial being descended from the heavens.

Without any earth-shattering fanfare, it carried a restrained yet powerful sense of control, instantly halting the cheers of the entire audience before erupting into even more fervent shouts.

He finally landed steadily on one side of the training ground, stood with his hands behind his back, and calmly looked towards the entrance opposite.

"Next—!" The host's voice rose with excitement, "Let's welcome! The pinnacle of the jutsu world, the strongest being, Gojo Satoru-sensei—to the stage!!!"

Almost the instant the name was called out, the air at the other end of the training ground suddenly twisted and compressed! A figure appeared there without warning, as if he had always been there, only the space had been folded and was now unfolding.

Gojo Satoru has arrived.

His signature black eye patch concealed his legendary six eyes, but it couldn't hide the cynical yet domineering smile on his lips.

He didn't deliberately strike any pose; he just stood there casually, his hands in the pockets of his college uniform, his head slightly tilted, as if he wasn't there to participate in a highly anticipated showdown, but simply taking a walk after dinner and happened to be passing by this place.

However, that casualness itself is the strongest declaration.

There was no trace of his deliberately unleashed magical power, yet the entire space seemed to tilt and converge towards him.

The air around him became viscous, and the light seemed to distort slightly. An invisible, suffocating sense of oppression swept across the entire training ground like a tidal wave.

The cheers reached their peak the moment he appeared, then fell into an eerie silence, as if even sound had been swallowed up and isolated by the invisible, boundless aura surrounding him. This was followed by even more frenzied, hysterical shouts—the fervor of believers witnessing a miracle.

He stood there, like an insurmountable mountain, a bottomless ocean. No fancy movements were needed; his very presence was the most awe-inspiring and "cool" entrance. He tilted his head slightly, facing Yuuto, the curve of his lips seeming to deepen a little.

Inside the barrier, the noise was shut out, leaving only the invisible currents flowing between the two people.

"Yo, Yuto." Gojo Satoru spoke first, his voice not loud, but clearly penetrating the barrier of space, carrying his usual frivolity, yet containing an undeniable weight, "Quite a show of force, that 'ladder to heaven' move just now was pretty impressive."

Despite the almost tangible pressure, Yuuto smiled easily, as if teasing an old friend: "Gojo, your 'coolness' is a unique luxury in the world of sorcery. The tuition is too expensive for me. I can only learn the basics and pretend to be cool."

He paused, then changed the subject, his tone carrying a familiar hint of mockery, "But speaking of which, has your title of 'strongest' been a bit weak lately? That Pale Knight slipped through your fingers last time."

He pinpointed the "minor stain" that Gojo Satoru had recently failed to leave behind the Pale Knight, his tone blatantly mocking, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth carrying a hint of mischief. This was precisely Yuuto's usual attitude when the two were together—respectful, but not fearful, and even occasionally making a few playful, slightly disrespectful remarks.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru immediately seemed to have some strange switch flipped, his shoulders slumped dramatically, and his tone was full of grievance:

"Ah... Yuuto! That was so long ago! How can you still remember that! That guy is a slippery eel, with weird abilities. He runs away when he can't beat someone, he has no dignity as a strong person at all!"

“Besides, wasn’t I afraid that if I went all out and demolished half of Tokyo? I only ‘strategically released’ them for the safety of the citizens!” he said, gesturing with his hands as if trying to prove his innocence and good intentions.

Yuuto watched Gojo Satoru's exaggerated performance, his smile deepening, but his eyes growing sharper: "Oh? Strategic release? That sounds quite noble."

"But teacher, the ground here is sturdy enough today, and the barrier is specially made. It should be enough for you to go all out, right? Let me see what the 'strongest' is like when they get serious!"

He slowly assumed a starting stance, his left hand forming a hand seal, his right hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword at his waist. The Feng Hou Qi Men formation beneath his feet reappeared, and blue-white lightning began to leap and entwine between his fingers.

"Don't let anyone say that you got your 'strongest' title by throwing the game." The final provocation carried a hint of youthful sharpness.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru's aggrieved expression vanished instantly.

He straightened up, took his hands out of his pockets, and casually flexed his wrists. An invisible storm seemed to be brewing around him.

Even through the black blindfold, Yuuto could feel that "gaze" becoming incredibly focused, as if it could pierce through all illusions and lock onto the core of his soul. It was the feeling of being watched by a top predator.

"Letting the water out?" Gojo Satoru's voice regained its magnetic, languid tone, brimming with absolute confidence, and a near-manic smile curved his lips:

“I don’t need to deal with you, kid. But since you want to see something ‘serious’…” He slowly raised a hand, fingers spread, and pointed it at Yuuto. “Then let me show you firsthand what an ‘insurmountable’ gap really means, Yuuto-kun.”

The air froze the moment the words left his mouth.

There was no violent outburst of magical power, no earth-shattering sound. But the instant Gojo Satoru raised his hand, an indescribable, terrifying gravitational force instantly descended upon Yuuto!

Technique rotation: [Azure]!

It wasn't a giant ball of energy, but rather the precise and complete application of the power of "Azure" to the small space where Yuuto was located.

Space itself seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, collapsing inward! The air shrieked under the strain, and the incredibly solid ground, centered on Yuuto, instantly caved in and cracked, with spiderweb-like fissures spreading wildly! The gravitational pull was so strong that it seemed to compress Yuuto and the space around him into an infinitely small singularity!

However, Yuuto, who was at the center of this terrifying gravity, only swayed slightly!

"The character 'Kun' represents the Earth River Chariot! The character 'Gen' represents Kunlun!"

The Qimen formation beneath their feet shone brightly! Yu Ren's reaction was incredibly fast.

In the fraction of a second before gravity struck, his body had already instinctively reacted.

In the Qimen Dunjia chart, the position representing Kun suddenly lit up, and the cracked ground beneath his feet seemed to come alive. The hard soil and rocks rose upwards as if they had life, instantly forming a miniature but exceptionally solid rock base under his feet, forcefully resisting the pull of gravity and stabilizing his lower body.

At the same time, the power of the mantra in the Gen position burst forth, not forming a huge mountain, but transforming into a layer of condensed, thick, and stable earth-yellow halo, which closely covered the golden light mantra on his body!

Double defense!

The Earth River Chariot stabilizes the foundation, and the Kunlun Mantra strengthens the defense!