Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Chapter 147 First Battle in the Mud

The mercenary at the front raised his rifle with fluid, unwavering movements.

The others simultaneously raised their guns.

More than twenty gun barrels were pointed in the same direction.

"A living person." Kugizaki's voice came from behind, low and uncertain, "Or a dead person?"

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On the first day of December, he stared at the chest of the mercenary he had recently hired.

There are ups and downs there.

Still breathing.

My heart is still beating.

But his face was expressionless—no fear, no tension, no murderous intent.

There was nothing there.

“They are not the same people anymore,” said the first of December.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

More than a dozen guns fired simultaneously.

The muzzle flash illuminated the dim forest for a moment, and spent cartridges flew off, clattering and clanging as they hit the decaying leaves.

The smell of gunpowder instantly overpowered the fermenting odor in the rainforest.

Gojo Satoru stood at the very front of the line.

The bullet stopped half an inch in front of him, its bronze-colored tip forming a jagged line.

He glanced down at the bullets hovering in front of him and flicked one of them with his index finger.

"Ordinary ammunition," he said calmly, "without any magical infusion."

The mercenaries didn't react at all.

They simply held their guns mechanically, then prepared to fire a second shot.

"Let's deal with the positive aspects first." On the first day of December, Mayu tilted her head slightly.

He had already stepped out the moment he finished speaking.

When he took his second step, he was already to the side of the middle-aged mercenary at the front.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he extended his right hand, gripped the other person's wrist holding the gun with the heel of his palm, and twisted it outward.

"Click."

The rifle slipped from his hand, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of rotten leaves.

The mercenary didn't even look down at his twisted wrist.

The yellowish-brown eyes slowly turned and met the gaze of the new moon.

Then, he suddenly drew the cleaver from his waist with his left hand.

The blade grazed the forearm of the new moon, cutting through a layer of clothing to reveal the skin underneath.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he dodged the second blow by turning to the side and then struck his opponent in the abdomen with his right knee.

The kneecap struck the ribs with a dull thud, and the mercenary's body visibly bent into a certain arc.

But he did not fall.

The mercenary was bent over, his feet planted firmly on the ground. His broken wrist hung at his side, twisted at an impossible angle, yet the machete swung out again from his other hand.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he grabbed the wrist holding the knife with his backhand, his thumb digging into the gap of the wrist joint, and pressed down hard.

The knife fell to the ground.

He then threw the other person to the ground.

The bark cracked, and debris flew everywhere.

He paused briefly.

Then he pushed himself up from the ground.

A figure walked toward the first day of December.

No, it's not walking, it's being pulled forward by something.

He looked down at the mercenaries' lower body.

At this moment, the soil covered his calves, and you could vaguely see brown lines wriggling under his skin.

the other side.

Gunshots and sounds of fighting were intertwined densely.

Tiger Rod charged into the group of mercenaries on the flank, his fist slamming into one of them in the chest with the force of the impact. The man flew seven or eight meters, crashing through two bushes and carving a deep trench in the ground.

But he staggered to his feet and then walked towards Huzhang.

"I can't kill him!" Tiger Stick took a half step back, his voice tinged with anxiety.

Kugizaki provided support from behind, his iron nail piercing through the gaps in the bushes and embedding itself in the shoulder of another mercenary.

The man swayed and looked down at the iron nail driven into his shoulder.

They then continued on their way as if nothing had happened.

"Even resonance won't help."

More footsteps echoed from the depths of the dense forest.

The second wave.

"Bang!"

Zhenyi fired the shot.

The Black Queen's gunshot rang out in the dense forest, muffled and short.

A mercenary who was flanking from the side had a huge hole explode in his chest and was sent flying backward.

But he continued to wriggle after landing, his severed arm still reaching forward.

"Ignore them." December 1st flicked his right hand twice. "The source of control is underground, not on them."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt his feet sink into the ground.

The loose layer of decaying leaves that was there before has disappeared.

Instead, there is a feeling of being pulled.

On the first day of the twelfth month, I looked down.

The soil beneath our feet is liquefying.

Dark brown mud seeped up from the gaps in the layer of decaying leaves, carrying a scorching sulfurous odor.

The moment the mud touched the shoe's surface, the rubber sole emitted a slight hissing sound.

Corrosive!

"Foot—!" Itachi was the first to react.

He tried to lift his foot, but his left foot was already stuck in the mud. The mud spread rapidly up the shoe, and the fabric of his trousers was dissolving quickly in the mud.

Kugizaki also began to sink.

The mud was up to her ankles and was still rising.

She bent down to pull her leg, but pulled her fingers back as soon as they touched the mud.

"Don't touch it with your hands!" the first day of December shouted.

His own feet were sinking, and the mud had already reached the middle of his calves.

An upward force rose from the center of his body, and his feet were pulled out of the mud, but his shoes remained inside and were instantly swallowed by the mud.

He then extended his power outwards—the telekinetic energy of the [Chicken] talisman enveloped Zhenyi, pulling her out of the mud.

Mayi's boots were reduced to half, the bottom corroded into jagged fragments.

"Itadori! Kugizaki!" The first day of December stretched out his right hand in their direction.

Just then, black ice began to emerge from his wrist and instantly covered his palm.

The power of the [Chicken] talisman paused for a moment, and its output suddenly decreased.

Fortunately, Gojo got it.

He stood still, the mud beneath his feet stopping its spread after reaching the boundless boundary, drawing a perfect circle around the sole of his shoe.

He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers in the direction of Itadori and Kugizaki.

Both of their bodies were simultaneously pulled off the ground by an irresistible force.

The technique is performed in a clockwise direction – “Cang”.

Itadori and Kugizaki were dragged by gravity to Gojo Satoru's side, slamming heavily onto the relatively solid ground beneath his feet.

His legs below the calves were covered in burn marks, his skin was blistered, and his trousers were torn to shreds.

Kugizaki is in slightly better condition, but the soles are also gone.

The new moon hung in the sky, and the black ice on his right hand had not yet completely faded.

He looked down at the churning mud at his feet.

The mud is spreading outwards from where they originally stood.

The mercenaries who had just been defeated were now mostly submerged in mud, but none of them struggled. Their yellowish-brown eyes remained open as they slowly sank into the ground.

Di Kui is reclaiming his pieces.

On December 1st, they dragged Mayi down onto the still unliquefied ground next to Gojo Satoru.

When he stepped on it barefoot, the soil was still hard, but he could feel a slight tremor spreading under his feet.

"Let's go, we can't stay here."

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and glanced at everyone's legs and feet.

"What direction?"

On the first day of the twelfth month, he glanced southwest.

Beneath the tree canopy, a grayish-white mist was slowly rising.

"there.

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