Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

A golden beam of light enveloped Katsura Kaori entirely.

In the instant the light engulfed everything, a faint look of relief flashed across that face.

I don't know if it's a loach, but it seems to be a strange creature, its body twisted and turned, its body trembling with fear. It seems to be a creature that has been caught in a strange, chaotic, and disorganized storm ...

The pillar of light slowly dissipated, and Kaori Itadori's body slumped down, her eyes losing all their luster.

"Goodnight, Miss Itadori," Yuta Otsuko said softly to the innocent lady.

Gojo Satoru landed from a distance, dusted off his pants, and glanced around at the ruins: "So, where did that Duanmu guy go? I couldn't sense his presence."

Otsuku Yuta raised his head and pointed in the direction of the distant Nuki River Hot Spring Village: "Teacher Duanmu is currently fighting Sukuna."

Gojo Satoru's face instantly fell. He put his hands on his hips, his tone full of undisguised dissatisfaction: "Damn it, Duanmu beat me to it! It seems I won't be able to fight this King of Curses."

He grew angrier the more he thought about it. "No way! When Duanmu comes back, I'm going to have a fight with him to see who's the real strongest!"

Yigu Yuta, standing to the side, felt embarrassed and quickly tried to smooth things over: "This, this is not good, is it? Gojo-sensei, Duanmu-sensei is still fighting a big battle at the front. He should rest well when he comes back."

"Don't worry." Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder, his tone relaxed, but his eyes showed no sign of wavering.

"That Duanmu guy won't lose. It's just Su Nuo. If he really loses, I can laugh at him for the rest of my life."

He turned his gaze away from the distance and quickly scanned the entire Shibuya area with his six eyes.

With the help of others, Shibuya has been almost completely cleared, the remaining cursed spirits have been removed one by one, and the injured sorcerers are being sent to the rear.

Now only one step remains... the battle on Duanmu Yan's side.

That was also the most crucial match.

Chapter 307 means that Duanmu Yan won!

Angukikawa Onsen-kyo (Angukikawa Hot Spring Village).

The final battleground.

Duanmu Yan and Su Nuo almost simultaneously gave up the idea of ​​keeping their distance.

The domain can no longer be expanded, and the repair speed of the reversal technique is also continuously decreasing. What remains is only the most primitive and purest contest.

Whoever falls first loses.

Su Nuo launched the first attack, spreading out all four arms at the same time, and with a push of his feet, he transformed into a dark red afterimage and crashed head-on into Duanmu Yan.

Duanmu Yan did not retreat. The four elemental patterns on the Yatalis armor lit up simultaneously, and his right fist, wrapped in flames, met the attack.

Fists collided, and the impact caused the already damaged ground beneath their feet to crack like a spiderweb.

Su Nuo slashed down from the side with his other two hands at the same time, and used the Eighth Sword in an instant as he slashed down. Duanmu Yan raised his left arm to block, and the Eighth Sword's slash exploded with a piercing shriek on the armor.

He twisted his waist, turned around, and swung his right leg out, a lightning tornado kick sweeping towards Su Nuo's knee.

Su Nuo raised his leg to block, and with all four hands grabbed Duanmu Yan's shoulders and arms, pulling him forward and slamming his forehead hard into Duanmu Yan's head.

Duanmu Yan's head was knocked back, and Su Nuo took the opportunity to throw him to the ground.

Duanmu Yan used one hand to support himself and flipped over to dissipate the force, allowing the two to regain distance.

Su Nuo gave him no chance to catch his breath and pounced on him again.

The two exchanged attacks amidst the ruins, each punch and kick carrying a magical power capable of crushing buildings.

Duanmu Yan was punched in the face, and Su Nuo was hit in the ribs by a knee. The two of them took half a step back at the same time, and then rushed forward at the same time.

Su Nuo's four hands came down in turn, and Duanmu Yan blocked with alternating fists, constantly counterattacking with elbows and knees through the gaps in the defense.

Their speed increased and their strength increased, leaving them with no time to calculate the remaining time before the domain melted, nor to assess how long their reserves of magical power could last.

The two magical forces collided wildly in a tiny space, sending the surrounding ruins flying one after another.

Duanmu Yan punched Su Nuo in the chest, and Su Nuo kicked Duanmu Yan in the waist and abdomen. The two were knocked back and slid two long scorch marks on the ruins.

He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and focused all his senses on this punch.

The power of the spell circulated within his body at an unprecedented speed. The four elements of fire, thunder, hurricane, and torrent simultaneously poured into his right arm, and the armor patterns on his entire arm shone brightly at this moment.

He took a step forward and threw out his right fist. Su Nuo threw a punch to meet it, and the two fists collided head-on in mid-air.

The black lightning exploded suddenly at the point of impact, more dazzling and violent than any black lightning bolt before.

"Black Flash".

The power within Duanmu Yan that had been suppressed for too long was ignited in that instant, and his curse power output surged wildly in the impact.

Su Nuo's pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed it.

A thousand years later, he once again felt that thing etched into his bones from others.

tension.

Duanmu Yan did not give Su Nuo any time to react.

He poured all his restored magical power into the Thunder Sword in his hand without reservation.

Four elemental beams cleaved down from the void and converged on the sword.

He raised his sword high, and at that moment, the air within a radius of several kilometers was simultaneously sucked out, and all the light was absorbed into the four-colored lightning dancing on the sword.

"Yatales... Heaven! Earth! Slash!!"

When that sword struck, the whole world fell silent.

The lightning that filled the sky and earth was like a sharp sword wielded by a god, piercing straight into the center of the city.

When the terrifying power contained within began to erupt, the entire Nyukigawa Onsen-kyo was shattered into pieces by the burst of lightning.

The skyscrapers and neighborhoods that once represented the prosperity of the world are now all powerless to withstand the strongest blow.

When everything fell silent, their entire neighborhood had become a white wasteland.

Golden arcs of electricity, still burning, flickered sporadically across the charred ruins, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of ionization.

The sound of staggering footsteps could be heard through the smoke and dust.

Su Nuo emerged from the depths of the ruins. His left hand had completely disappeared from his shoulder, the severed area charred black, and even the blood had been vaporized by the high temperature.

His body was covered in deep, bone-revealing gashes, half of his face was charred black, and one eye could barely open a slit.

He walked to a dilapidated wall and reached out to hold onto it for support.

The moment his finger touched the bricks, half of the wall collapsed, and the broken bricks smashed onto him, as if mocking the king of curses for his current sorry state.

Duanmu Yan planted the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword into the ground, and the four-colored lightning on the sword was still slowly flowing.

He looked at the figure opposite him who could barely stand against the ruins, and said, "My Yatalis Heaven and Earth Slash is a product of the power of nature."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly overcome the power of this world. I've only used this move once in the previous battles, and apart from a few people, no one knows about it."

"Su Nuo, this is the reason for your defeat."

"Damn it!" Su Nuo squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth.

Duanmu Yan briefly regained his normal maximum output thanks to the Black Flash, but at this moment even his reversal spell became sluggish, and the wounds on his body could not be repaired in time. He also permanently lost an arm.

In other words, Duanmu Yan won.

Su Nuo lost an arm, and the reversal technique couldn't keep up with the speed of the injury's healing. The balance of power had completely tipped in his favor.

But Su Nuo wasn't too discouraged.

He covered the charred wound on his left shoulder, dark red blood seeping from between his fingers, but a smile slowly spread across his disfigured face.

Duanmu Yan frowned slightly. He was all too familiar with that smile. It wasn't the madness of a cornered beast fighting desperately, nor the despair of someone at the end of their rope. It was the composure of a gambler before revealing their hand.

Su Nuo slowly raised his only remaining right hand.

"In exchange for the permanent loss of my left arm... I can deliver a slash that ignores defense."

Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is a constraint.

Although Sukuna's lost left arm was destroyed in the Yatalis Tenchi-zan attack, it can still be restored.

However, the power of the strike gained at the cost of such permanent damage should not be underestimated.

The next second, a bloody gash appeared on his right shoulder without warning. There was no indication of being hit on the shoulder armor of the Yatalis armor. The slash appeared directly on his body surface, penetrating the armor and the magic defense, and precisely cutting into his flesh.

Chapter 308 Southward!

"Hey, Duanmu, how have you been lately?"

Xia Youjie sat gently next to Duanmu Yan, her long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing the college uniform that Duanmu Yan knew all too well.

Duanmu Yan looked down at himself; the same school uniform, the same sixteen years old.

That year, he was a sophomore in college.

He seemed to have shed all the tension from the battle, leaning back in his chair and speaking calmly: "Not bad, without Wu causing trouble, life is naturally quite comfortable."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're making me sound like some kind of jinx."

Gojo Satoru wrapped his arms around their necks from behind, squeezing his head between them, his sunglasses perched crookedly on his nose.

"Duanmu, I never imagined I was seen this way in your eyes!"

Duanmu Yan laughed and pushed his face to the side, saying, "Although you're not a jinx, you're no different."

In the distance, Shoko waved to the three of them, a cigarette dangling from her lips: "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up."

Two figures gradually emerged from the seats behind them.

Nanami adjusted his glasses, his tone calm and resolute: "Senior Duanmu is right. Senior Gojo is a trustworthy person, but definitely not a respectable one."

Haibara quickly waved her hand, a bright smile on her face: "Don't say that, Gojo-senpai is very reliable!"

Gojo Satoru was so moved that his sunglasses almost fell off: "Haibara, I knew you liked me the most!"

Haibara scratched the back of her head sheepishly and added, "Actually, the person I respect the most is Natsuyou-senpai."

"No—" Gojo Satoru cried out to the sky in utter grief. It was as if a heavy snow was falling all around, and a familiar background music began to play softly from some corner.

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling~