Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 87: The Powerful One Named Jintian Jinglong

While helping to evacuate civilians inside the subway, Gojo Satoru sensed the swarming cursed spirits outside and his expression changed drastically.

He glanced at the crowd behind him. Although he didn't know what had happened, he could only prepare for the worst.

In such a narrow underground structure, either [Cang] or [He] could cause the load-bearing structure to be destroyed, burying people alive.

Therefore, his only option was to extend his domain to the maximum extent and extract the cursed spirit without affecting the surrounding crowd.

Meanwhile, Itadori, who was still fighting Sukuna on the ground, sensed the massive surge of cursed spirits and was just getting into position to deal with them when Sukuna, who had been lifeless, suddenly erupted, grabbed Itadori's head with one hand, slammed it to the ground, and dragged it forward relentlessly.

Having regained immense new power, Ryoumen Sukuna's face was contorted like a monstrous demon, his body radiating an arrogant and malevolent aura. Gripping his tiger staff, he grinned sinisterly and said, "Kid! Don't get distracted during the battle! Weren't you so arrogant just now?!"

Kusakabe, the "strongest" first-level sorcerer who rushed to provide support, saw two figures being dragged more than a thousand meters away and could only stand frozen in place, filled with horror and at a loss for what to do.

At the same time, the horde of cursed spirits behind him, carrying with it a sky full of blood and flesh fragments and deafening, distorted roars, surged in like a black tide bursting its banks. The cold, pungent wind covered his mouth and nose first, and the layers of sharp claws and bloody mouths seemed to be about to reach him in the next second.

He had no time to think, and could only instinctively and frantically assume the starting stance of the Shinkage-ryu, tightly closing his eyes, concentrating all his incantation power and swordsmanship skills, determined to unleash the strongest strike of his life.

But before the sword was drawn, the roaring and clamor in his ears suddenly fell silent.

The moment the lower part of the story opened its eyes in a daze, a powerful and boundless positive energy surged forth from the highest point of Shibuya, sweeping across the area like ripples, instantly enveloping Shibuya and even half of Tokyo.

The group of cursed spirits were pressed to the ground by this positive energy fluctuation, unable to catch their breath, while the human sorcerers were completely unaffected.

Meanwhile, at the highest point of Shibuya, Nishikida Keiryu plunged his sword into the ground of the platform. Unparalleled spiritual power spread outwards along the blade, instantly engulfing the entire Tokyo and suppressing all the tens of millions of cursed spirits released by So.

Upon seeing this, Suo was initially shocked, then his face twisted into a terrifying grimace as he roared at Jin Tianjinglong, demanding, "Why! Why didn't you just kill me! Why didn't you use your full strength!"

Faced with his hysterical questioning, Jintian Jinglong did not respond at all, but simply walked slowly to her and gently touched her forehead with his fingertip.

"Bye now."

Almost simultaneously, the demon Onijuro inside the Yasukuni Shrine, upon sensing the death of the Punishing Rope, also realized that Nishikida Keiryu had already suppressed all the cursed spirits throughout Tokyo.

Realizing that the other party had completely deviated from the planned trajectory, an overwhelming rage instantly gnawed at his mind. But now that things had come to this, he had no room for maneuver and could only hastily begin preparing to fight.

He glanced down at the torn page belonging to the Black Dragon King, casually tossed it aside, and instead picked up the torn page belonging to the Great Demon Beast Maga Serpent.

"Is it only you I can use?"

A low, hoarse mutter escaped his throat, his eyes gleaming with a ruthless, desperate resolve.

The next instant, he flicked his fingers, and a crisp snap broke the deathly silence within the barrier.

Behind him, the wicked politicians, bound by karma, committed suicide without hesitation, like puppets on strings. Their scalding blood meandered down the cold ground, rushing towards the tattered page he had pressed to the ground, completely soaking it.

Kusakabe stared blankly at the strange, earth-shattering phenomenon before him, his mind a complete blank, utterly bewildered by the situation. Suddenly, someone lightly patted his shoulder, and he instantly sprang to his feet. Without a second thought, he drew his sword and slashed with all his might behind him.

Facing the ultimate strike from the so-called "strongest" first-level sorcerer, Nishikida Keiryu simply raised his wrist and extended two fingers to parry. The blade, carrying immense sorcery power, suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to advance an inch.

Faced with Kusakabe's attack, Nishikida Keiryu subconsciously released a trace of his aura, which instantly startled Kusakabe, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and drop his sword, staggering back a full five meters.

After glancing at the knife that had fallen to the ground, Jintian Jinglong subconsciously said, "What a fine knife! May I borrow it? I used it to suppress the cursed spirit, and now I'm suffering from a lack of weapon, unable to fight my old friend."

The usually agitated Kusakabe calmed down and, upon hearing the key words, asked in astonishment, "Suppressing a cursed spirit? Wait! Did you do this?"

Following the direction Kusakabe pointed, Nishikida Keiryu glanced at the countless cursed spirits pinned to the ground, unable to move. He then pinched the tip of his sword between two fingers, handing it back to Kusakabe before slowly speaking, "It is indeed I."

Kusakabe took the sword, his mind racing, and in an instant, he realized who it was, exclaiming in surprise, "You're Nishikita Kagetatsu?"

"It seems I am quite famous among you."

Having confirmed the other party's identity, Kusakabe's tense nerves relaxed abruptly. Amidst his shock, he inwardly exclaimed:

Is this the power of Nishikida Keiryu? Although I've never heard of him before, he completely seized the title of the strongest, which had been monopolized by Gojo Satoru, in his first move.

Then, Kusakabe hurriedly presented the sword with both hands, bowed, and asked urgently about the subsequent arrangements.

"Great, finally someone's there to back us up! Lord Jintian, what's next? A lot of incredibly powerful monsters are about to materialize over there, are you going to deal with them?"

"That's an old friend of mine. I was wondering what to do with him since I didn't have a knife at the time. Thank you so much."

After taking Kusakabe's sword, Nishikida Kageryu glanced at Itadori Yuujin and Ryoumen Sukuna, who were still locked in fierce combat not far away, and instructed, "My sealing technique can probably last for another hour. After all, the scope of this attack is too large. It's too difficult to kill all the cursed spirits in one go without accidentally harming them. We can only suppress them rather than annihilate them."

After hearing what Kinta Keiryu said, Kusakabe's lips twitched involuntarily. It was not that he couldn't kill nearly tens of millions of cursed spirits in Tokyo, but that he was afraid of accidentally injuring them?

Is a cursed spirit that can suppress the entire Tokyo with just a knife really human?

Could it be that the gap between him and Gojo Satoru is much greater than the gap between Gojo Satoru and an ordinary sorcerer? No wonder he's a reincarnated being; if this were a thousand years ago, he would truly be regarded as a god.

"Yes, Lord Jintian, we will do our best to evacuate the civilians."

"Okay, go ahead." After a brief pause, Nishikida Keiryu slung his sword at his waist and strode toward the center of the battlefield.

"Well then, I'll go find an old friend now. Good luck to you guys."