Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 85 Three Punches Shatter the Soul of Su Nuo, Sir, I am a High-Level Expert

Meanwhile, the high-ranking members of the sorcery world held an emergency meeting regarding the Tokyo barrier incident. In the dimly lit council chamber, a group of people whom Gojo Satoru had dismissed as "rotten oranges" each harbored their own secrets and began their discussion.

"The Zen family hasn't come?" someone asked first, their tone impatient and tentative.

"We didn't inform them," the other person said coldly. "They're getting too close to the Gojo family these days; we should avoid them to prevent trouble."

Someone asked in a deep voice, "What do you think of Tokyo's massive protective barrier?"

"Rumor has it that it's Okinota Keiryu who came," one person scoffed, his tone indifferent. "Presumably, it's his resurrected old enemy seeking revenge. We don't need to get involved; we can just pin the blame on him."

"Are you crazy?" someone immediately retorted, unable to hide their fear. "Kageryu Nishikita is different from Satoru Gojo; if you push him too far, we'll all suffer!"

"Who wants to mess with him?" The proposer's eyes were sinister, his tone cunning. "He's the patriarch of the Chan family. If we don't go after him, isn't it reasonable for us to go after the Chan family and collect some interest?"

Everyone echoed their sentiments, their minds preoccupied with scheming to profit from the Zen temple, completely disregarding the dangers posed by the barrier. Just then, an aged yet powerful voice from behind the screen abruptly interrupted them.

"Stop talking about this. Something big has happened. The government plans to publicly reveal the existence of cursed spirits, and at the same time, they'll also reveal the existence of Jintian Jinglong."

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"What? How do they know about Jintian Jinglong? Didn't we cover it up?"

"Are you stupid? The entire barrier is searching for Jintian Jinglong, do you think they don't know that?"

"It's not the same thing at all! The government released an ancient book online, the 'Taiping Fengtu Ji' that Tianyuan has been looking for. It records all the cursed spirits defeated by Jintian Jinglong, and also includes Jintian Jinglong's deeds."

"In other words—"

"In other words, from today onwards, the existence of Jintian Jinglong can no longer be concealed."

"In other words, from this day forward, you are completely reborn!"

At the same instant, the demon Onijuro stood inside the Yasukuni Shrine, his body tightly enveloped by the overwhelming resentment and insidious curse power surging like a tidal wave.

He tore the fake copy of "Taiping Customs and Traditions" in his hand apart, tearing off page after page of images of monsters and demons. He walked slowly forward, casually scattering each page into the air.

As soon as each page fell to the ground, one of the people who had been deeply hypnotized and stood stiffly behind him would resolutely draw a knife and commit seppuku.

Scalding hot blood gushed out, instantly soaking the pages. The monster image on the paper was stained with blood and suddenly emitted an eerie and terrifying purple light, which clashed with the surrounding resentment and curse power, stirring restlessly.

Meanwhile, the General Administration of Customs realized something was wrong after failing to contact the government commissioner and frantically inquired about the situation in various locations.

"Director Nitta Akira! What's the situation in Shibuya? Special-grade sorcerer Gojo Satoru and Special-grade sorcerer Nosaka Locke are on their way!"

"No, it seems like we don't need to."

"ha?"

Akira Nitta gripped the phone, the scene before him almost causing him to drop the receiver. His pupils trembled in disbelief, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "The Special Grade Curse—Ryomen Sukuna—is currently battling against Hisahito Itadori, a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High School."

"???"

Hearing the astonished disbelief on the other end of the phone, Nitta Akira stared intently at this battle that seemed to exist only in myths and legends. He swallowed hard, then spoke in an almost choked voice, word by word: "Ryomen Sukuna—he's now completely overwhelmed by Itadori Hisahito!"

Ryomen Sukuna finds it hard to describe her current feelings: anger, hatred, shame, fear, confusion, relief, or perhaps all of them.

All along, the only opponent he could take seriously was Nishikida Kagetatsu, but today, he was taught a harsh lesson by Itadori Hisahito, whom he had always looked down upon.

Once again, Su Nuo was knocked away by Black Flash. He even had some reservations about using Reversal Warlock to heal his face, but the pride that remained in his heart still made him stand up and face the hateful brat in front of him.

Looking directly at Hisahito Itadori, whose face was serious, it was clear that his fists were not only incredibly powerful, but also covered in blood armor with shimmering red scales, and his attacks were dense and varied.

And his slashing technique is even better than his!

How did that kid manage to do that?!

In terms of combat skills, combat experience, and raw strength, he was completely outmatched by his opponent. He couldn't even make use of the advantage of having four hands, and every attack he made was seen through.

Not to mention, from the start of the battle until now, every single one of his attacks has been a black flash!

Every single hit!!!

Does he think he can just unleash a Black Flash whenever he wants? Even a top-tier sorcerer like him has to consider the situation before using this technique, and he treats it like a basic attack?

"Sukuna, come again! Where is your anger and resentment?"

After delivering eighteen consecutive punches to Black Flash, Yuujin Itadori completely overcame the side effects of soul fusion and fully grasped all the experiences of his other self over the past sixty-eight years.

He's incredibly excited right now!!!

Faced with Itadori's taunts, Sukuna, whose defenses had been breached, lost his temper. Without saying a word, he grabbed the fire extinguisher beside him and threw it. After Itadori Yujin cleaved the fire extinguisher in two, he threw a punch under the cover of smoke and dust.

As expected, the sneak attack failed. The tiger staff, which had been prepared for this, blocked the attack and then threw a punch, which landed hard on Su Nuo's face.

[Black Flash*19]

Meanwhile, Rosso, who was watching the battle from a distance, also began to question his life after witnessing this scene.

The reason he wanted to turn everyone into sorcerers was because he believed that his creations could not surpass him, and he wanted to see the possibility of surpassing them.

But now, Hisahito Itadori has far exceeded his imagination, becoming a perfect being beyond his comprehension!

But then, Tianyuan's words began to echo in her ears again, making her frown and feel that something was wrong.

"Rosso, aren't you curious? I alone couldn't possibly have laid down this trap of deceiving the world and rewriting history. If it weren't for your secret support, I would never have been able to do all this."

Ask yourself honestly, what circumstances led you to make this choice? I know better than anyone that you could never tolerate the complete erasure of Jin Tianjinglong's existence—you would have been obsessed with him, deeply infatuated with him, yet you still did it.

This only proves that there must exist in the world something terrifying to the extreme that is both his counterpart and his enemy. Only by sealing Jintian Jinglong can that monster be completely imprisoned and prevented from appearing in the world.

Wake up, Rosso! Even though I can't remember the whole truth, I clearly sense that if you continue to be so stubborn and allow that terrible monster to awaken prematurely, the whole world will fall into an abyss of no return!

Is this—the ending you truly wanted to see?!

Thinking of this, Sue's face instantly turned ashen, extremely ugly. Although she had never wanted to admit it, now it seemed that she had no choice but to accept that absurd yet only answer.

But in that moment of wavering, a chilling coldness suddenly gripped her back, and a faint yet extremely concentrated killing intent grazed her neck like a sharp blade.

The next second, a dizzying sensation swept over her entire body, and a sharp pain in her neck came slowly. She could even clearly see her limp body on the ground and the figure of the wanderer who had quietly appeared behind her at some unknown time.

That was a figure etched into my bones, a figure I could never forget, even if I spent my whole life trying.

In his final moments, the eyes of the wretch shed all their entanglement and doubt, then suddenly fixed in a daze, filled with an almost frenzied obsession, fixed on the ronin's upright, powerful, and awe-inspiring appearance.

That was the attitude she had pursued and clung to for half her life; it was the only weakness and ecstasy beneath all her pretenses.

Nothing matters anymore. The title of the Punisher doesn't matter, the ambition to assimilate the world doesn't matter, the threat of the demon Onijuro doesn't matter, and even this body that is about to dissipate doesn't matter!

Kam Tin Gyeong-ryong!

Kam Tin King Dragon!

Kam Tin King Dragon!

These four words screamed wildly in her heart, bursting through her throat and shattering into blood-stained murmurs, each utterance carrying extreme greed and morbid piety.

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