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

He was defeated time and time again, fell down time and time again, and got up time and time again.

He began to adjust, and the flow of his magical power gradually synchronized with his movements.

Progress is subtle, but it does happen.

He was more stable when blocking, more agile when dodging, and his occasional counterattacks required Gojo Satoru and Natsumi to take him a little more seriously.

But that moment remains forever out of reach.

The coordination between the power of the spell and the physical body is improving, but it's still lacking that final bit.

"Not enough! The pressure isn't enough!" Gojou Satoru noticed that Duanmu Yan was gradually adapting to the current pace, and his eyes sharpened. "Jay, add some spice!"

"Understood." Xia Youjie quickened his attack pace, while Wujiao Wuze increased his attack frequency and power once again.

The pressure has increased dramatically!

The rhythm that Duanmu Yan had just found was instantly disrupted.

After blocking Gojo Satoru's heavy punch, his arm went numb and his movements slowed down. He was then grazed by Xia Youjie's side impact, and his whole body flew sideways for seven or eight meters as if he had been scraped by a truck, crashing heavily to the ground. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Get up!" Gojo Satoru's voice rang out. "Is this all you've got to reach your limit? Is this all you want to master the will of the Black Flash?!"

Duanmu Yan propped himself up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing no sign of backing down, only a more intense ferocity aroused within him.

He let out a low roar, no longer passively defending. Facing Gojo Satoru charging at him again, he didn't dodge or evade, but instead pushed off with his feet and charged forward!

A loud explosion, far louder than any of the previous collisions, suddenly erupted!

Centered on the point of contact between the two, a ring of dark ripples that distorted the light suddenly spread out!

A faint crackling sound, like shattering glass, came from the air!

Both of them flew backwards.

Duanmu Yan stood there, panting heavily. His left arm felt a tearing pain and an emptiness after the overload, but there was no pain on his face, only disbelief and ecstasy.

"It...it's a success...?" Duanmu Yan murmured, looking down.

"Hahaha! Well done, Duanmu!" Gojo Satoru laughed loudly and slapped Duanmu Yan on the shoulder. "Although the power is pitifully small, at most it's a youth version of Black Flash, but that's right! You've got it!"

Xia Youjie also came over, a gratified smile on his face: "Congratulations, Duanmu-jun, triggering Black Flash for the first time, even if it's incomplete, is still a qualitative leap. This shows that your direction and intuition are correct. What you need to do next is to remember the feeling of that moment just now, and then try to reproduce it and strengthen it."

Duanmu Yan straightened up. Although he was in pain all over and exhausted, his eyes shone brightly. He nodded vigorously: "I'll remember!"

He had indeed grasped a bit of the feeling of unleashing one's will, body, and magical power in a desperate situation.

"Excellent!" Gojou Satoru stood with his hands on his hips, beaming. "First phase of special training, a success!!"

Afterwards, the three of them huddled together, staring at the barbecue restaurant on Gojo Satoru's phone, their mouths practically watering.

"This is it! I heard their premium Wagyu beef melts in your mouth, paired with their unique sauce..." Gojo Satoru's fingers flew across the picture.

"The premise is that you have to be able to book a table." Xia Youjie wiped the sweat from his forehead and poured cold water on the idea. "These kinds of places usually require reservations a month in advance."

"What does it matter? I'm Gojo Satoru!" Gojo Satoru said confidently.

Duanmu Yan did not participate in the discussion; he had his eyes closed and was carefully recalling the fleeting black flash from just now.

Ding ding ding.

The three people's phones rang urgently almost at the same time, and the special notification sound instantly froze the relaxed atmosphere in the training ground.

Gojo Satoru's playful expression vanished instantly, Xia Youjie sat up straight, and Duanmu Yan opened his eyes.

The three of them quickly took out their phones.

From: Night Moth Righteous Path.

The message was short, but it made the three of them feel a sudden sinking feeling:

[Ambushed. The target is a group of cursed spirits led by at least a Quasi-Special Grade expert. The number of Level 1 spirits is greater than expected. We, along with Shoko and two Level 2 students from Kyoto Academy, are trapped in the XX Industrial Park in Shibuya Ward. Our disguise may not last long, and we urgently need support. Coordinates attached.]

The specific coordinates are then provided.

"Teacher Night Moth?" Xia Youjie frowned.

"There's glass too? From the Kyoto school?" Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue, his fingers rapidly tapping the screen. He then scratched his head in frustration. "Troublesome! This distance... even if I use Cang to get there, it will take me some time, and I can't bring anyone with me. Jie, your cursed spirits are too slow to fly there, Duanmu..."

"Let me do it." Duanmu Yan had already stood up, his tone resolute. Without the slightest hesitation, he communicated with the system mentally, and a bluish-green light instantly enveloped his body!

"The power of Hurricane Tornado, the power to pierce through the raging hurricane, combined!"

He instantly donned the streamlined cyan-blue armor and looked at Gojo Satoru and Natsume: "I'm fast. Hold on tight to me."

The normal speed of the Tuonado is 100 meters per second, and in its elemental form, it can reach 3 meters per second, which is perfect for traveling.

Wu Tiao Wu and Xia Youjie exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately grabbed Duanmu Yan's shoulders and arms from the left and right.

"go!"

With a low shout, a violent blue tornado exploded around him, completely engulfing the three figures!

The next instant, the tornado shot out like an arrow, tearing through the air at a terrifying speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive, and hurtling toward Shibuya!

Chapter 39 I've changed into new armor, so of course my energy is at full capacity.

Shibuya Ward, within the XX Industrial Park.

Through the cracks, one could see the gloomy sky outside, and further away... a twisted figure exuding an ominous aura, subtly enveloping the entire industrial park.

Moth Masakazu stood with his imposing figure blocking the broken French window. His face was ashen, and there was a congealed bloodstain on his forehead. His sharp gaze swept across the outside of the window.

Ieiri Glass leaned against an overturned desk, her white lab coat covered in dust.

"Mr. Moth, those things outside are very perceptive. We don't know how much longer they can hold out. If those three idiots don't arrive soon... we might really have to consider how to save face."

Beside Shoko, clinging tightly to her arm and trembling slightly, was Ankagi, a second-year student at the Kyoto school.

At this moment, however, her face was pale and her eyes were red, completely unlike her usual serious and competitive demeanor.

"Glass... Glass... It's so good to see you again..."

歌姬把脸埋在硝子肩头，“可是、可是我不想死在这里啊！我还没谈过恋爱！还没成为厉害的一级术师！还没狠狠揍过五条悟那个混蛋出气呢！呜呜……”

"Songstress, calm down." Shoko patted her back.

In another corner of the room, a boy wearing a Kyoto school uniform, with a handsome but bloodless face, was kneeling on the ground, his hands forming a complicated hand seal, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his body trembling slightly.

His name is Kamiki Kawaiichi, also a second-year student at Kyoto School, and a Level 2 Spellcaster.

His innate technique is "Mimicry," which allows him to mimic the magical aura of humans or cursed spirits through contact and acquire some of their basic abilities and characteristics.

The higher the strength of the simulated object, the greater the consumption and the shorter the duration.

At this moment, he was simulating the aura of a level one cursed spirit, temporarily confusing the cursed spirits outside whose senses were disordered, making them mistakenly believe that those here were of the same kind, and thus not launching an attack.

But the cost is enormous. With his level two spell power, simulating a level one spell spirit consumes it at an alarming rate.

“Director Night Moth…” Kamiki Kawaiichi’s voice was dry and trembling, sweat dripping from his chin, “My mimicry… can only last for fifteen minutes at most… no, maybe only ten minutes…”

He struggled to lift his head, looking at Masamichi Noi, then at Shoko and the songstress, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"When the time comes and the disguise disappears, they will definitely rush in immediately. Please, please... no matter what, take Senior Shoko and the Songstress and rush out! They are precious healing and amplification type mages, much more useful than someone like me who can only imitate! I... I will try my best to attract their attention!"

"Shut up, Kamikigawa!" Masamichi Yagami said in a deep voice. "I am a teacher. As long as I can still move, I will not abandon any student. Even if it costs me my life, I will send you all out."

He looked out the window and made a silent decision: he must send these students out, even if the other side was led by at least one near-Special Grade spirit, more than ten Level 1 spirits, and surrounded by countless Level 2, 3, and 4 cursed spirits.

Time ticked by, each second feeling like torture on a knife's edge. The howling of the cursed spirits and the flapping of their wings outside the window grew closer, and one could sense the growing malice approaching.

Kamiki Kawaiichi's face grew paler and paler, and his hands, which were forming hand seals, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Outside the window, a level-one cursed spirit, resembling a giant, rotting moth, which was closest to the building, suddenly stopped its aimless circling.

Its disgusting mouth opened and closed slightly, as if it had caught something, and it turned towards the seemingly calm window next to it.

In his compound eyes, the faint outline of a person behind the window was reflected.

Moth Zhengdao's pupils suddenly contracted.

The songstress stared wide-eyed in fear, leaning uncontrollably against Shoko.

Kamiki Kawaya's face was ashen; he knew he had reached his limit.

The moth spirit spread its tattered wings and let out a sharp, piercing screech, as if issuing a command to attack!

The swarm of cursed spirits enveloping the building instantly became agitated! Countless pairs of malevolent eyes locked onto the 23rd floor!

"We've been discovered!" Night Moth Masakazu roared, and the Cursed Corpse Doll suddenly expanded, emitting an even stronger defensive light. "Prepare for battle!"

At this critical moment, a sharp whistling sound came from the distant horizon!

A streak of azure light, like a shooting star flying backwards, hurtled toward the building at a terrifying speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive!

boom--

The violent airflow instantly tore apart the low-level cursed spirits within a range of twenty or thirty meters, raising a huge cloud of dust.

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

The four members of the Night Moth Path stared wide-eyed as three figures gradually became clearer in the smoke, frozen in an extremely... conspicuous and strange posture outside the broken French window.

On the right, Gojo Satoru had his left hand across his chest, his right elbow bent, and his palm casually raised to the side of his face, his fingers gently pushing up his sunglasses, which were not crooked.

In the center, Duanmu Yan stood with his hands on his hips and his legs shoulder-width apart, occupying the C position.

On the left, Xia Youjie clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his posture calm, his wide trouser legs swaying slightly in the lingering air.

The three brothers of Tokyo High School hereby report!

"Pfft—" Shoko was the first to lose her temper, turning her head away, her shoulders shaking, and muttering under her breath, "These three idiots..."

Nocturnal Moth's tense facial muscles twitched slightly, but the string that had been taut in his heart finally loosened.

Here they come, these three troublesome guys... They've finally arrived.

The songstress and Kamiki Kawaichi were completely dumbfounded. This was the Tokyo school's reinforcement? And this was their entrance...

Gojo Satoru's gaze, peering through his sunglasses, landed precisely on the songstress's tear-streaked face, and the curve of his lips instantly widened into a vicious sneer.

"Wow~ Look who's here? Songstress~ Why are you crying again? Were you scared this time? Hahaha! You're such a coward, yet you dare to come out and do a mission?"

"Wait!" The songstress's face flushed instantly, both ashamed and angry, and she forced back most of her tears. "Mind your own business! You idiot! You arrogant jerk!"

Xia Youjie lowered his clasped hands and gently added, "Wu, don't be like that. Senior Songstress and the others have already tried their best. It wasn't easy for them to hold on until we arrived in such a dangerous situation. We should be considerate of the weak."