Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

A small crater instantly appeared in the ground, and the person moved like an arrow released from a bow, instantly traversing the distance between the two!

Gojo Satoru slightly turned his body, and his left hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing Yuuto's wrist as he slammed it in!

The movements are concise and efficient, imbued with honed fighting instincts.

However, just as Gojo Satoru was about to grab Yuuto's wrist, Yuuto's body slid half a step to the side with incredible flexibility.

This is not a technique, but an instinctive manifestation of the exquisite control over one's own strength and direction, which comes from long-term use of Feng Hou Qi Men!

At the same time, his right fist suddenly changed direction, turning into an elbow, and using the momentum of his forward charge, he slammed it hard into Gojo Satoru's ribs! The speed of the change of move and the trickiness of the angle were exactly the essence of Niten Ichi-ryu's close combat!

"boom!"

A dull thud resounded!

Gojo Satoru's left hand precisely blocked Yuuto's elbow strike! The immense force caused both of them to jolt simultaneously!

Gojo Satoru's surprise deepened. The power of Yuuto's attack far exceeded his expectations; it was something no ordinary sorcerer could possess!

Without pausing, Yuuto's left hand, which had been blocked, darted downwards, its five fingers like hooks, and with lightning speed, grabbed at the back of Gojo Satoru's supporting leg, attempting to disrupt his balance. Gojo Satoru reacted with extreme speed, his right leg springing back half a step, while his right palm, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed towards Yuuto's neck with lightning speed!

If this palm strike lands, it's enough to twist steel.

Yuuto reacted just as quickly, ducking and slouching, narrowly avoiding the deadly hand strike. The sharp wind from the palm made his neck sting.

At the same time, his left leg swept towards Gojo Satoru's lower body like a steel whip, leaving afterimages! Gojo Satoru raised his knee to block, and the two leg bones collided, producing a dull thud!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Smack! Smack!"

In the center of the training ground, two figures were completely entangled. There were no dazzling spell lights, no deafening roars, only the dull thuds of fists and feet colliding and the whistling of clothes tearing through the air! The speed was so fast that most spectators could only see blurry afterimages moving at high speed across the broken ground, colliding, separating, and colliding again!

Yuto brought his knowledge to its fullest potential, while Gojo Satoru stood like a rock in the eye of the storm.

Sweat soaked through Yu Ren's hair, trickled down his cheeks, and dripped onto the scorched ground, evaporating instantly.

His breathing became heavy, and his chest heaved violently. The continuous high-intensity exchange of spells, the collision of domains, and now the pure physical combat that squeezed out the last bit of spell power had pushed his body and mind to their limits.

The shimmering white light of the Reverse Life Triple Transformation flowed rapidly beneath his skin, while the crimson light of his Twin Hands flickered faintly deep within his body, desperately trying to repair the tearing muscles and the tremors in his bones. However, the speed of repair was gradually falling behind the speed of destruction. Each physical collision with Gojo Satoru brought forth groans of bones unable to bear the strain and excruciating pain from torn muscle fibers.

Gojo Satoru's state was no longer as composed as it had been initially.

His black uniform back was also soaked with sweat. Although his breathing was still steady, Yuuto's all-out, relentless fighting style, which was like a storm and completely abandoned defense, forced him to concentrate fully.

He could feel the power in Yuuto's fists and feet decreasing, and the transitions between movements beginning to show a barely perceptible sluggishness, but those eyes, burning with an indomitable fighting spirit, were brighter than ever before.

This pure willpower forced Gojo Satoru to abandon his last trace of contempt.

Just then, Yuuto seized the tiny gap in Gojo Satoru's recovery after parrying, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes!

He abandoned all defense, his body like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly leaping forward! His left hand, fingers joined like a sword, gathered its last strength, and thrust straight for Gojo Satoru's throat! This strike was as fast as lightning, carrying a resolute determination to perish together with him!

Gojo Satoru's pupils contracted slightly! Yuuto's speed, pushed to its limit, exploded once again! He didn't have time to completely dodge; his right hand instantly rose, fingers spread, precisely grabbing Yuuto's outstretched wrist!

"puff!"

Gojo Satoru's right hand firmly grasped Yuuto's left wrist, and the immense force instantly locked his movements.

But Yuuto's momentum did not stop! The moment his wrist was grabbed, his body twisted violently with the force of his forward momentum, and his right leg, like a battle axe, swung upwards with all his weight and the final explosive force, fiercely slashing towards Gojo Satoru's waist and abdomen!

This sudden change of tactics was too abrupt, and the angle was too tricky! Gojo Satoru's left hand was in a retracted state after blocking Yuuto's previous attack, while his right hand was gripping Yuuto's left wrist, leaving his center wide open! It looked like that fatal kick was about to hit.

At the critical moment, Gojo Satoru pressed down hard with his right hand, which was gripping Yuuto's wrist. At the same time, his core strength exploded, and his body retreated rapidly backward as if weightless, following the direction of Yuuto's leg kick! It wasn't a direct confrontation, but rather a deflection and pull!

"boom!"

Yuuto's toe still grazed the fabric of Gojo Satoru's uniform at the waist, and the immense force tore the fabric apart instantly!

Gojo Satoru was pulled back half a step by this force before he regained his balance.

Yuto, having missed his full-force attack and with his wrist restrained, completely lost his balance and was pulled forward by Gojo Satoru!

But Yuuto did not give up!

Just as his body was about to hit the ground, he used the momentum of his forward lunge to suddenly twist his left hand, which was grabbed by Gojo Satoru, and firmly gripped Gojo Satoru's wrist!

At the same time, his right elbow slammed down like a heavy hammer at the elbow joint of the arm that Gojo Satoru was holding! This was a vicious ground fighting technique, trading injury for injury, fighting life for life!

Gojo Satoru's eyes narrowed; he hadn't expected Yuuto to launch such a fierce counterattack even in this desperate situation. He decisively released his right hand from Yuuto's wrist, his arm coiling and twisting like a snake, not only avoiding Yuuto's elbow strike but also instantly locking Yuuto's right elbow joint!

At the same time, his left leg rose like an iron pillar, and his knee precisely struck the exposed chest and abdomen opening after Yuuto fell to the ground!

Yuuto's pupils contracted sharply, his left arm instinctively blocked, and at the same time, his waist and abdominal muscles tensed to the limit, and his rebellious life force surged wildly towards the attacked position!

"Boom!"

A heavy, muffled thud.

Gojo Satoru's knee strike slammed into Yuuto's blocking left arm. The immense force traveled through his arm to his chest and abdomen. Yuuto felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and a sweet taste rose in his throat. He could no longer suppress the mouthful of blood and spat it out with a "pfft"!

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of rubble ten meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Impressive, Yuuto.” Gojo Satoru’s voice pierced the silence of the training ground, devoid of the previous mockery, and filled only with weighty recognition.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the numerous wounds on Yuuto's body and his indomitable eyes. "This battle far exceeded my expectations."

He slowly raised his hand, not in an attacking gesture, but as a signal.

"Let's stop here. If we continue, it won't be a farewell match, it'll be the demolition of the vocational high school."

Gojo Satoru's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, but more than anything, it was filled with satisfaction.

The stands were deathly silent. Everyone was stunned by this pure, brutal, and ultimately peaceful martial arts duel.

From earth-shattering magical clashes to soul-touching domain collisions, and finally to this bloody battle that drains the last bit of strength... this is a contest that transcends levels.

Moonlight filtered through the barrier, spilling onto the shattered training ground and illuminating the two figures standing opposite each other.

The light of the barrier slowly dimmed. This highly anticipated farewell match ended in a resounding draw.

Chapter 154 Mission

After the battle between Yuuto and Gojo Satoru ended, this grand event came to a close.

With the host's greeting, the event officially came to an end.

Yuuto is currently using his double-handed techniques to repair his body.

After finishing, he quickly left the arena...

The roar of the engines dissolved into a steady white noise at ten thousand meters altitude. Yuuto leaned against the porthole, the lights of Tokyo below shrinking into a blurry net of light before being swallowed by the thick clouds. Silver

The phone screen lit up in the dimly lit cabin, displaying a mission briefing sent via the encrypted channel of the director's office.

[Mission Level: Top Grade]

Target codename: "Yamauba"

[Location: Deep in the Hida Mountains, Gifu Prefecture, in the village of Fukami]

[Mission Summary: Investigate and confirm the existence and activity patterns of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit "Mountain Uba," assess its threat level, and eliminate it as appropriate.]

[Intelligence Summary: In the past three months, a total of 47 adult males have gone missing in Old God Village and three surrounding villages. Most of the missing persons are hunters, loggers, or individuals with a history of violence, theft, fraud, or other criminal activities.]

There were no signs of a fierce fight at the scene, nor were there any residual curses or evil energy (anomalies).

Local "Window" observers detected a brief but intense surge of super-grade magical energy a week ago. Its characteristics matched those of the "Yamaba" (mountain hag) from Japanese folklore. The energy subsequently dissipated, suggesting the target may have entered a dormant state.

[Executor: Special Grade Spellcaster Kasuga Yuuto]

[Note: The target exhibits highly abnormal behavior, suggesting selective predation and perfect concealment abilities, making it extremely dangerous. The remaining villagers have been evacuated and a perimeter has been established.]

Yuuto's fingertips swiped across the screen, his gaze lingering for a moment on the selective predation and the remnants of curseless filth.

According to folklore, the mountain hag is a man-eating monster that takes the form of an old woman in the mountains. She lures or kidnaps travelers and especially targets those with evil intentions.

It is not surprising that a cursed spirit is born in this form, but it is extraordinary that it can perfectly conceal the remnants of cursed power, making it difficult for even the "window's" professional equipment to track it.

When the plane landed at Nagoya Airport, the sky was overcast, with low-hanging leaden clouds and a damp, chilly atmosphere that seemed to foreshadow a mountain rain.

An inconspicuous black SUV was already waiting in the special passage. The driver was the local assistant supervisor in charge of the liaison, a middle-aged man named Xiaolin, with a serious face and heavy eye bags, clearly tormented by this bizarre case.

"Mr. Kasuga, you must be tired from your journey." Kobayashi's voice was a little hoarse as he handed over a tablet. "This contains more detailed on-site information and a list of missing persons. You can take a look at it on the way. We're heading directly to the temporary command post on the outskirts of Old God Village now."

The car drove away from the city and into the towering Hida Mountains.

Lush primeval forests cover the steep slopes, and the roads meander and twist. The further you go in, the fewer people there are. The hustle and bustle of the city is completely replaced by the silence of the forest and the babbling of the streams, yet there is an inexplicable sense of oppression.

“The situation is even more… bizarre than the briefing described.” Kobayashi broke the silence, his voice exceptionally clear in the enclosed carriage.

“Those who disappeared were as if they had been gently wiped from the world by the mountain… by ‘it’. The dishes were still in the house, the fire in the stove might not have been completely extinguished, and they were gone. There were no cries for help, no signs of struggle, not even a single hair was left.”

"Initially, we thought it was a serial murder case, but the police and our 'window' exhausted all methods, finding not even the slightest physical trace, let alone any magical power. Until that fluctuation a week ago..."

“Perfect concealment…” Yuuto flipped through the data on the tablet; the missing person's photo, past misdeeds, and last known location were all clearly marked. Indeed, the target seemed to have a specific “recipe” preference. “The villagers’ reaction?”

"The rest were mostly elderly, women, and children, filled with fear... and a strange silence." Kobayashi smiled bitterly.

When asked about the legend of the mountain hag, the old people avoided eye contact and stammered, only repeatedly saying that the mountain god was angry and that taking away the evil people was to purify the mountains and forests.

"The younger ones were either scared away or simply didn't believe it, thinking it was just the work of wicked people from a poor, remote area. But the fear was real, and the atmosphere in the whole area was... very heavy."

Two hours later, the car arrived at a mountain valley a few kilometers outside the village of Old God.

Several camouflage tents formed a temporary command post, with a thin "tent" covering the outside to isolate the inside from the outside.

The concentration of cursed energy in the air was significantly higher than outside, carrying the damp, earthy smell unique to the mountains and forests, as well as an indescribable, sticky feeling, as if something had been watching it for a long time.

Kobayashi led Yuuto into the main tent.

The equipment inside was rudimentary; a few folding tables were pieced together to form a workbench, covered with enlarged area maps, satellite photos, and dense markings.

Several observers from the "window" and two men in Metropolitan Police Department uniforms immediately stood up, their expressions tense yet filled with a hint of anticipation at seeing their saviors.

"This is Mr. Kasuga Yuuto, a top-tier sorcerer sent from headquarters," Kobayashi introduced.

“Special Grade…” one of the young officers exclaimed subconsciously, his gaze towards Yuuto filled with awe. The fact that a pinnacle of the jutsu world was personally handling the matter spoke volumes about its severity.

Yuuto nodded, his gaze sweeping over the map.

The old god village is marked with a red circle, and three other villages in the vicinity where similar disappearances have occurred are also marked, forming an irregular area. A dotted line representing the suspected target's activity path points intermittently deeper into the mountains.

"Tell me in detail about the observation we conducted a week ago," Yuuto said, his voice calm.

The observer in charge of the "window" was a tall, thin man wearing glasses. He quickly pulled up the data: "Yes! The time was around 3:17 a.m., and it lasted for about 7.3 seconds. The intensity... is absolutely top-tier! The source of the fluctuation is near the ruins of the old shrine on the hill behind the village."

The morphological features are captured very clearly.