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

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, re-established his stance, and raised his chin at Duanmu Yan, the meaning of which was all too clear: Let's go again.

Duanmu Yan took a deep breath and poured all the remaining spell power into his right fist.

Gojo Satoru also made the same move.

At the same time, the most dazzling black flash of the night shone on both men's fists.

Chapter 327 Stealing My Idea!

Two fists were thrown from two directions and collided head-on in the very center of the barrier.

The collision of the two black flashes exploded within the field, and both were thrown backward by the recoil from the impact.

Duanmu Yan's back shattered the barrier behind him, and he flew out of the basketball-sized black sphere, crashing into the rubble of the ruins.

Gojo Satoru crashed through the other side and also fell into the scorched ground.

The miniature barrier shattered under the impact of the two, turning into countless black fragments that slowly drifted down like a silent snowfall.

Duanmu Yan lay on his back in the ruins, panting heavily, every part of his body aching.

He barely managed to raise one hand, spread his five fingers towards the sky, and then slowly clenched them into a fist.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru also sat up from the pile of broken bricks.

His face was covered in ash and blood, but a smile brighter than ever had appeared on his lips.

He also raised his fist.

Neither of them stood up; they simply stood across the ruins they had just fought, raising the same hand they had been using to fight each other.

Duanmu Yan looked at the fist and smiled.

It's been twelve years.

From their first encounter on the back hill of the vocational college until now, they have made countless plans to meet, and missed countless opportunities to do so.

Finally, tonight, we got to finish this fight that had been owed for so long.

Two fists faced each other across the ruins.

Then they both lowered their hands, looked up at the gray sky, let their bodies sink into the pile of rubble, and enjoyed the hard-won exhaustion that comes after a good fight.

The students on the airship were in a state of panic.

The screen went completely black. After the miniature barrier, about the size of a basketball, swallowed both of them, no more images appeared.

Since the two disappeared into the area, it seems as if most of the air on the airship has been sucked away. Everyone is left with the same question: what is the situation inside? Who will win? Who will lose? Or have both of them given up?

At that moment, the basketball realm and the lightning realm shattered simultaneously.

Two figures fell from mid-air, crashing heavily into the ruins, kicking up clouds of dust. Neither of them stood up for a long time.

After a brief silence, someone in the airship finally asked the question in a trembling voice, the answer everyone wanted to know most at that moment.

Is it a tie?

Mingming clenched her fists silently in her heart. If it really was a tie, she would really make a fortune this time.

On the ruins, Gojo Satoru took a while to catch his breath.

He looked at Duanmu Yan, who was also slumped in the rubble, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ha...it seems to be a draw, Duanmu."

Duanmu Yan lay on the pile of rubble, looking up at the gray sky, a slow smile curving his lips: "Is it really a draw? Shall we take a look down there?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at the ground.

Gravel, ash, and scorched earth repeatedly crushed by them—nothing special.

But the next moment his pupils suddenly contracted.

The seemingly ordinary stones on the ground were covered with a layer of almost invisible magical energy fluctuations, like landmines carefully laid underfoot, each stone quietly emanating an ominous aura.

If Duanmu Yan hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed at all.

Duanmu Yan still lay in the ruins, his voice weary but smug: "Did you think I expanded the scope of my domain just to prevent you from expanding your basketball domain?"

"Don't be so arrogant, Satoru... Even if I lose this boxing match, I will still be the ultimate winner."

He took a deep breath and, with his last ounce of strength, shouted the long-awaited slogan, "Art is... Patrick Star!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pebble on the ground began to tremble violently, and then suddenly exploded.

Then the second, the third, hundreds and thousands of pebbles trembled at the same time, and the ground of the entire Nyukigawa Onsen village shook slightly.

Suddenly, a figure burst through the cabin door and rushed in from the airship.

Lu Ziyun, the ancient sorcerer who had been quietly watching from afar, pushed aside the tiger staff in the front row and stared intently at the ground on the screen that was trembling violently.

He had been quietly observing the battle from a distant hilltop in the hot spring town, waiting for the two to determine a winner before entering the fray and revealing his trump card to the victor.

But just now, perhaps because he possesses lightning-attribute magical power, he was subjected to a large amount of electrical fluctuations.

He rushed into the airship, shoved aside the sunbeam blocking the screen, and stared at the rubble beneath Duanmu Yan on the broadcast screen, which was flashing with faint lightning. He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"There's no mistake... Duanmu Yan, you piracy! You stole my idea!"

Xin Gao caught the key information in Lu Ziyun's words the moment Lu Ziyun rushed in.

Without the slightest hesitation, his fingers flew across the control panel, directing all the monitoring data to climb upwards at the fastest speed.

On the broadcast screen inside the airship, the entire view of the Nyukigawa Onsen village rapidly shrank as the camera zoomed in.

Then everyone saw it.

The ground of the entire hot spring town was shaking violently and uncontrollably. The rubble and debris scattered on the ruins seemed to be lifted up from the ground by an invisible hand, and were suspended and trembling slightly a few inches above the surface.

Each pebble was wrapped with fine golden arcs of electricity, and each tremor was accompanied by the flickering of these arcs.

An absurd thought simultaneously surfaced in everyone's minds. Many people swallowed hard in fear.

Duanmu Yan's deployment of that vast domain, covering several kilometers, was never intended to prevent Gojo Satoru from activating his domain.

He wanted to soak the entire land in his lightning spell.

His inspiration for this move came from Lu Ziyun.

When he first fought this ancient sorcerer, he wondered, if the other could inject electrical charges into the enemy's body and then detonate them from the inside, why couldn't he do the same?

Although his magical power itself does not have an electrical attribute, his armor can control lightning, and his magical power control is more precise and has a larger total amount.

If Lu Ziyun's all-out attack and subsequent detonation of lightning could be considered a precise missile, then Duanmu Yan's use of a domain spanning several kilometers to permeate the earth before detonating it with all his might... that would be a nuclear bomb capable of wiping out an entire city.

Chapter 328 There's no time to mourn Gojo Satoru's defeat.

The airship was deathly silent.

As Lu Ziyun looked at the ruins on the screen that were being completely engulfed by golden arcs of electricity, her lips trembled slightly.

That man took his surgical principles and applied them to a completely different scale, using his own creativity to create something he never even dared to imagine.

In the broadcast footage, Duanmu Yan was surrounded by increasingly dense golden arcs of electricity.

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing up, as if he were holding up something unseen.

Then he clenched his fist.

At the same instant, the entire land of the Nyukigawa Onsen-kyo suddenly collapsed.

Tens of thousands of golden lightning bolts exploded simultaneously from the ground, bursting forth from every pebble, every broken brick, and every crack in the soil.

The rubble and debris were thrown into the air by the shockwave and vaporized into dust in the lightning.

A mushroom cloud, woven from golden arcs of electricity, slowly rose from the ground.

The shockwave spread wildly in all directions, ionizing the air in its path and turning it a blindingly bright white.

Everyone inside the airship simultaneously raised their hands to shield their eyes.

Even from a distance of several kilometers, the light still pierced through the porthole, through the eyelids, and through everything that blocked it, leaving a golden afterimage on everyone's retinas.

As the light gradually faded and everyone opened their eyes again, all that remained on the broadcast screen was a scorched earth.

Duanmu Yan stood still, his right hand still clenched into a fist, with several lingering arcs of electricity still around him.

Gojo Satoru was lying not far from his feet, his whole body smoking, his hairstyle completely blown into an afro.

He slowly raised one hand, gave Duanmu Yan a thumbs-up, and then let the hand fall limply down.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but he simply didn't have the strength left.

Duanmu Yan looked down at him and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Despite being severely injured, Gojo Satoru lay on the charred rubble, every part of his body aching, yet his laughter remained loud and clear.

"Hahaha, Duanmu, as expected of you! I never thought you could do this!"

"I can do more than just that." Duanmu Yan smiled slightly, stood up by supporting himself on the ground, and walked unsteadily to Gojo Satoru's side.

He bent down, reached out and touched Gojo Satoru's chest. The light emanating from the Reversal Technique shone from his fingertips, gently seeping into the still bleeding wounds inside Gojo Satoru's body.

Gojo Satoru felt that familiar warmth spreading through his body, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards even further.

"I'm truly sorry that I couldn't satisfy Lord Duanmu's desires."

He spoke in an exaggeratedly polite tone, clearly meant to be quirky, his voice full of mockery.

"You rascal." Duanmu Yan shook his head with a smile.

The injuries on both of them gradually began to heal under the treatment of the reversal technique.

Gojo Satoru lay on the ruins, looking at the gray sky, and suddenly fell silent.

He recalled many things. From the moment he was born, his six eyes and lack of moral boundaries created an invisible wall between him and the people around him.

People always looked at him with awe, distance, or fear.

This feeling only gradually dissipated after I entered vocational college.

The time he spent with Shoko, Jie, and Duanmu was the happiest time of his life.

But later, Jie became a full-time stay-at-home dad, Duanmu took the position of chairman of the association, and he himself became a teacher with a bunch of students.

Everyone is still here, but those days when we could fight anytime, anywhere, or chat until dawn are gone forever.