Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

Everyone shook their heads speechlessly. Were they serious about bringing up Kaido as a backer?

And the kid's evasive eyes when he spoke—the lie was so obvious that no one bothered to expose it.

"What kind of idiot came out of nowhere? Has he never seen the news?"

Bonnie pouted and took a step to catch up with Momonosuke, who was retreating.

"Snapped!"

Bonnie gently patted Momonosuke's shoulder with her small hand, activating the power of the Year-Year Fruit.

"What's wrong with my body?!"

As their gaze rose higher, thick, long hair also grew on their heads.

"what!!!"

As soon as Momonosuke transformed, a sudden suction force pulled him to the opposite side of Satan Saint.

"Pfft!"

Satan let out a wail as the longsword embedded in his right palm sent a chunk of flesh flying out.

The longsword was so sharp that half of its blade sank directly into the golden ground.

"--call!"

Seeing the long sword so close to his chest, Momonosuke was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, his heart pounding wildly!

Almost...

He was so close! That longsword just now almost destroyed his dignity as a man!

"One-on-one combat; only those who survive can leave."

"The prisoner intervened during the transaction..."

Looking at Kizaru in the future: "The Navy shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Pretend to hesitate for three seconds.

Kizaru nodded with a frown: "After all, it was the Five Elders who broke the rules first in this deal."

"The navy has no objection to the emperor's handling of this matter."

Neither side can afford to offend.

After saying that, Kizaru turned his head to look at Satan Saint: "With your great strength, sir, that brat is no match for you."

"The fleet that will pick you up has been arranged."

"Wait, wait!"

Soaked in cold sweat, Momonosuke scrambled to his feet, waving his hands repeatedly: "I...I did not agree to that!"

"Fufufufu, you have no choice in this!"

Doflamingo flicked his fingers, and a prison woven from white silk threads blocked Momonosuke's escape route!

"I'm really looking forward to this big show!"

Tesoro grinned and clapped his hands, transforming the gold brick ground into a ring!

A pirate version of the octagonal arena!

The movement distance was less than five meters, and the surroundings were wrapped in sharp silk threads!

"That old guy on the other side has had three limbs crippled, kid, you still have a chance to win!"

Bai Jue stood on the table and shouted, "Kid, draw your sword and give that old guy a Thousand Years of Death!"

Like a ring girl, Baccarat walked down from the ring and announced, "The match begins!"

......

"boom!"

The instant Bakara finished speaking, Satan Saint's right palm, bubbling with blood, slammed down!

Amidst the shattered gold brick floor, Momonosuke, drenched in sweat, huddled at the edge of the ring, tears streaming down his face!

"Bridge bucket sack!"

"I am from Wano Country."

"You lowly commoner, get over here and prepare to die!"

Satan Saint's bloodshot eyes looked as if he wanted to devour Momonosuke alive!

With his legs restricted, Satan's Holy Hand was still half a meter away from Momonosuke!

Holding the longsword he had just drawn, Momonosuke trembled and hesitated to make a move!

"Just hiding won't do!"

With a classic villainous look, Doflamingo snapped his fingers, and the sharp threads along the edge of the ring began to tighten!

"hiss!!"

With a bloody gash cut into his back, Momonosuke had no choice but to step forward!

"I...I cannot die!"

With a roar of courage, Momonosuke, left with no other choice, raised his sword and charged toward the Five Elders.

"Pfft!"

The sharpness of the longsword drew out a spray of blood!

With nowhere left to retreat, Satan could only raise his forearm to block!

"How dare you hurt me, you lowly commoner!"

After being tormented for several days, the pent-up anger finally boiled over!

Under Momonosuke's horrified gaze, Satan Saint suddenly swung his pierced right hand.

Afraid of being flung onto the sharp threads, Momonosuke immediately released his grip on the longsword.

idiot!

The crowd below shook their heads speechlessly, throwing away the only weapon that could harm the enemy.

What's the point of fighting?

"Ha, brat!"

As everyone expected, Satan suddenly grabbed Momonosuke by the neck!

"wait,"

Before he could even beg for mercy!

Ignoring everything, Saint Satan let out a sinister laugh and unleashed all his power from his five fingers!

"Crack!"

With his neck broken, Satan Saint held up the crooked-necked Momonosuke and slammed him repeatedly onto the floor!

The golden ground was stained red in large patches!

That lecherous brat whose head was smashed into a pulp...

Total death!

Chapter 222 A colossal creature that has survived for a thousand years!

A light tap of the fingertip on the throne.

The four ink-black longswords turned to dust and vanished.

Looking down at the five wounded elders, Mirai smiled with narrowed eyes: "Congratulations, you've escaped with your life."

Saint Satan, not daring to show his anger, pretended not to hear.

Future rose from the throne and slowly walked down the steps: "Take this old man away."

"In addition, have the World Government send another 10 billion Berries."

Ten billion?!

That's equivalent to many years' worth of salary!

After a brief twitch at the corner of his mouth, Kizaru's expression quickly returned to calm.

Anyway, the world government is paying for it, so it has nothing to do with his salary.

It was just money, and Satan Saint nodded in agreement without a second thought.

Walking up to Vegapunk, Mirai said, "One hundred billion, all of it is for your research."

"If you need more funds, just ask. As for manpower, we have as many as you need."

Looking to the future, the importance of technology is unparalleled!

Leaving aside single methods like nuclear weapons.

In science fiction, a star-destroying cannon is used for dimensional reduction attacks; a two-dimensional foil is used for such attacks.

With the future providing direction and ideas, Vegapunk might actually be able to create such a terrifying weapon.

"oh!!!"

"Boss, you're absolutely brilliant!"

The old man in his main body and several clones were so excited they almost fainted!

I used to think that Pele would extort too much from the Five Elders in the future!

Now......

Not only was it reasonable, Vegapunk even felt that the extortion was a billion points too low.

"Ah, inspiration is flowing in!"

The old man in his true form let out a loud shout, and the paper and pen in his hand wrote out illusory images.