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

Ignoring the commotion of the younger generation, Raiyan Temple coughed and turned his gaze to the corner: "Kusakabe."

"Yes!" Atsuya Kusakabe jumped up and immediately stood up straight.

"You will accompany us to the competition venue to serve as the on-site supervisor for this exchange meeting." Leyan Temple's tone left no room for doubt. "You will be responsible for ensuring that the competition proceeds in accordance with the rules, handling any emergencies, and intervening when necessary to ensure the safety of both students."

"Huh? Me?! Me?!" Kusakabe pointed at his nose, his eyes wide open.

Why send a newly promoted first-level mage, who hasn't even fully settled in yet, to supervise those three monsters from the Tokyo school?

One of them is even Gojo Satoru?!

Principal, are you serious? What's the difference between this and throwing a Chihuahua into a pride of lions to be a referee?!

Can he really guarantee safety? What if you end up getting sent away first?

Leyan Temple ignored the accusation in his eyes and said calmly, "This is a decision made by the school. Do you have any objections?"

"...N-nothing." Kusakabe's shoulders slumped as he answered weakly.

What objections could he possibly have? He could only pray that those three old men were in a good mood today and would go easy on him.

After the rules were announced, both sides proceeded to the preparation area to make final adjustments and tactical arrangements.

The match is about to begin.

"Alright, let's begin the tactical meeting!" Gojou Satoru sat cross-legged on the open ground of the preparation area, holding up one finger with a serious expression. "First, let's define our objective: win. And what's the most satisfying way to win? Of course, it's to take out those four opponents first, then all the level-two cursed spirits in the arena will be ours, and we can do whatever we want with them!"

Xia Youjie leaned against the wall and smiled when he heard this: "Wu, don't talk like you're bullying a child. Although the facts are similar, directly eliminating the opponent is indeed the most efficient. The rules also allow confrontation, so doing so is not considered a foul."

Duanmu Yan inspected the summoning device at his waist and nodded: "Agreed. Let's deal with the uncertainties first. The other side also has reconnaissance and interference capabilities. Letting them be present may affect our efficiency in hunting cursed spirits later."

"See? See!" Gojo Satoru slapped his thigh and looked triumphantly at Ieri Shoko, who hadn't said a word. "Even Duanmu said so! Shoko, you don't have any objections, do you? Anyway, you don't have to do anything, just find a safe place to watch the show."

Shoko Ieiri crouched a few steps away, raised her head, and her deep brown eyes swept over the three scumbag classmates in front of her who were already rubbing their fists together, especially Duanmu Yan's expression of taking the opponent down first as a matter of course. She sighed silently, lowered her head and continued to fix the bandages.

One can only lament in one's heart that the teacher entrusted the wrong person; these three, without exception, are all the same.

"I'm sure of it now," I think, "at school, I probably... don't have a single normal friend left."

Even the one that seemed the most reliable is almost being assimilated.

Chapter 45 Simulated Armor

Meanwhile, in front of the screen in the spectator room.

Night Moth Masamichi felt the veins on his forehead start throbbing again. He silently raised his hand to cover his face, unable to bear looking any longer.

This is shameful, utterly shameful! Even if you have a complete advantage, you could at least put on a show! Is this how you conduct tactical discussions?!

The headmaster of Leyan Temple, standing nearby, showed no anger; instead, he seemed to want to laugh: "Hehe, young man, it's good to have a competitive spirit. Being a little lively is fine too."

He has truly come to terms with it; with such a vast difference in strength, any tactic is futile.

This year's Tokyo school has three monsters with a rare reversal spell, while the Kyoto school... if they can survive for half an hour without being wiped out, they'll be considered to have performed exceptionally well.

Win? There's not a glimmer of hope.

Instead of worrying, consider it as giving your students some experience.

Inside the stadium, the Tokyo school's tactics were quickly agreed upon.

"Alright! Let's clear out the other side first!" Gojou Satoru excitedly concluded, "After that, we'll see who kills the most level-two cursed spirits! Duanmu won the bet last time, this time it has to be me!"

"Don't speak too confidently, Wu." Xia Youjie smiled.

"Each relies on their own abilities," Duanmu Yan said succinctly.

"Then, let's move out!" Gojo Satoru stood up and patted his pants.

Duanmu Yan walked to the center of the open space, and with a thought, a green light flowed out, instantly completing the light and sharp Tuonado armor.

"Hurry up," he said briefly.

Gojo Satoru and Natsumi Yuuki each put their arms around his shoulders, while Ieiri Shoko sighed and went over to grab Duanmu Yan's arm.

"gone."

A blue whirlwind rose from the ground, enveloping the four people. In the next instant, it shot out like an arrow from a powerful bow, hurtling towards the direction in which the four from Kyoto School had just begun to move!

It moved so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage on the spectator room screen.

Just a dozen seconds later, the four-person team from Kyoto School was cautiously advancing in a relatively sparsely wooded area. The third-year boy leading the team was using a compass-like magical tool to locate the second-level cursed spirit. Suddenly, a fierce wind howled overhead!

A blue tornado, like a meteorite falling from the sky, crashed down twenty meters in front of them, the dust and shockwaves it stirred up forcing them to retreat, their formation slightly disrupted.

Before the dust had settled, the four figures were already clearly visible.

Gojo Satoru stood with his hands in his pockets, a wide smile spreading across his face behind his sunglasses.

Xia Youjie stood casually to the side, with two cursed spirits appearing and disappearing beside him.

Duanmu Yan landed and simply looked at them calmly.

As for Shoko... the moment she landed, she turned around without hesitation and ran! Her speed was completely unlike that of a medic; she dashed hundreds of meters away in a flash and found an exceptionally thick tree to hide behind.

Then, under the stunned gazes of the four students from Kyoto School, she calmly took out a white flag with a huge red cross printed on it from her medical kit, stuck it in the ground next to her with a whoosh, and even adjusted the angle to make it conspicuous.

After doing all that, she sat down against the tree trunk, lazily waved to the three classmates in the distance, and shouted in a slightly louder voice, "When you're done fighting, remember to come over and get bandaged up. Serious injuries first, minor injuries in line."

Gojo Satoru turned around and gave her a big "OK" sign.

Xia Youjie smiled and nodded.

Duanmu Yan also raised his hand to indicate that he had received the message.

The three then turned their attention back to the four students from Kyoto School who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

pressure.

Immense pressure weighed on the hearts of the four students at Kyoto School, like a mountain.

The strongest among them is only at level two, facing three level one students from Tokyo schools, and judging from their posture, they're coming straight for the person... How are they supposed to fight?

The third-grade boy who was leading the group turned pale and gripped the spell tool in his hand tightly.

Another third-year girl bit her lower lip, and Ankagi subconsciously moved closer to Kamiki Kawaiichi, even though she knew it was no use.

Kamiki Kawaiichi's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his eyes were fixed on the three people opposite him, especially Duanmu Yan, who seemed to be thinking about something rapidly.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said in the tone of Yagami Masamichi, "Um, Kyoto students, don't be nervous. Our teacher Yagami specifically told us before he came that we are all colleagues, and this is an exchange meeting, so friendship comes first and competition second. He told us to be sure to go easy on you."

He paused, then flashed a dazzling smile, holding up one finger: "So, we've decided that this time, we'll only use 10% of our strength! Don't worry, it won't be over too quickly!"

"Pfft—!" In the spectator room, Moth Masakazu, who was drinking water, spat it out and coughed violently.

That brat is so arrogant.

Moreover, he said he would go easy on them, but he didn't say he would only let them use 10% of their strength.

Principal Leyan Temple's beard twitched, but he ultimately said nothing; his eyes, however, grew even more lifeless.

On the battlefield, the four students from Kyoto were stunned at first, then their faces turned from white to red, especially the two third-year students, who were almost furious.

"Who, who asked you to give way!" The third-grade boy's voice trembled with anger. "Don't look down on us!"

"Level one strength? Ha, Gojo Satoru, don't be too arrogant!" The third-year girl also said sharply, even though her hand holding the cursed tool was trembling slightly.

"Exactly!" the songstress couldn't help but shout, though her voice was a little weak, "If you're so capable, then don't use such shameless techniques!"

"Eh? That's no fun." Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his smile unchanged.

Just then, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of Kamiki Kawaiichi, who had been keeping a close eye on Duanmu Yan.

He suddenly let out a low shout, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and his body's magical power fluctuated violently!

"Born with magical techniques, mimicry!"

hum!

A strange, magical light enveloped his entire body. His form swelled slightly within the light, and a grotesque phantom of armor, interwoven with deep red and silver-gray, rapidly solidified on his body!

Although the details are slightly blurry and the energy fluctuations are far less solid and scorching than the original, lacking that lively elemental spirit, it is indeed the outline of the Nava Armor!

"what?"

Duanmu Yan's gaze sharpened.

Did he copy his Nava armor? No, it's just an imitation of its appearance and some of its energy properties.

"Wow!!!" Gojo Satoru shouted excitedly, his six eyes behind his sunglasses shining brightly as he stared intently at the replica armor worn by Kamiki Kawaiichi.

"Jay! Did you see that?! Armor! It's armor! Although it doesn't have the feel of an elf, the shape is similar! This spell is amazing! I want one too!"

"Hey, kid from Kyoto, can your technique replicate my shamelessness? Can it replicate Jay's spirit manipulation technique? Can it conjure armor of other colors?"

His eyes at that moment were like those of a child seeing their favorite toy, filled with an eager longing to try it out.

Kamiki Kawaiichi felt a little uneasy under Gojo Satoru's intense gaze, but he forced himself to stand firm and assumed a fighting stance.

The cost of imitating Duanmu Yan's armor was greater than he had imagined, especially the flames, which were difficult to completely replicate. He could only imitate about 30-40% of them, but at least the defense and strength would be significantly improved... probably.

"Hmph, even if we only have 30% of our strength, we won't sit idly by and wait to die!"

Kamiki Kawaiichi mustered his courage and shouted, the imitation armor giving him more confidence, "Seniors, songstress, let's go!"

Battle is imminent!

Chapter 46 Crushing

Gojo Satoru's declaration of "only giving 10% of his strength," coupled with his excited look as he stared at the replica armor on Kamiki Kawaya, made the already tense confrontation somewhat comical and even more infuriating.

"Hey! Gojo Satoru! Where are you looking! I'm your opponent!" The tall, ignored third-year boy finally couldn't hold back and roared. His muscles bulged, and his body was covered with magical power. He charged towards Gojo Satoru like a cannonball. His technique seemed to be to enhance his physical strength and defense.

"Hey~ Don't rush~" Gojo Satoru didn't even turn his head, casually raised his right hand, and flicked his index finger lightly in the direction of the boy rushing towards him.

“Azure”.

An invisible, terrifying force suddenly acted on the boy, as if an invisible giant hand forcibly held back his forward momentum.

The boy was horrified to find that he had no control over his body at all. Like a spinning top, he spun and flew more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into a thick tree trunk, causing leaves to fall in a flurry.

He groaned, embedded in the tree trunk, unable to break free for a moment. Although he was not seriously injured, he felt dizzy and his magical energy was disordered.

"Senior!" the songstress exclaimed, but she herself was now being watched.