The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Shen'er's words startled Dongyang Ping.

He looked at Shen Er and found that the other person's expression was very serious, not joking.

It was a serious challenge.

"Are you serious?" Dongyang Ping asked.

"Yes." Shen Er nodded. "You're not the only one who's improved."

He paused, a rare smile appearing on his lips: "I've been training these past few months too."

There was no way around it; I had to train. I'd never exercised before, but then I ran into this freak, Dongyang Ping.

Faced with such inhuman beings, if you don't become stronger, even divine intervention and curses won't help.

Dong Yangping was silent for a few seconds, then he smiled.

"it is good."

Ninety-nine was brought in to serve as both a referee and a barrier master.

She stood at the edge of the newly built fighting arena, looking at the two men facing off in the center of the arena, her face full of excitement.

This fighting arena was specially built by Dongyang Ping—it is 100 meters long and 100 meters wide, with a special alloy plate 50 centimeters thick on the ground, surrounded by a 5-meter-high reinforced concrete wall, and the top is open.

It was originally intended as a testing ground for extreme conditions.

I never expected that the first official use would be a battle of this level.

Yuki Tsukumo: "You two, are you sure you want to fight?"

"Confirmed," Dong Yangping said.

"Hmm." Shen Er nodded.

"Then I'll set up the tent." Tsukumo Yuki formed a hand seal, "to prevent it from affecting the surrounding area."

The cursed power spread from her body, forming a hemispherical transparent barrier that enveloped the entire fighting arena.

"This tent can withstand any attack below the highest level. You can fight without restraint. No one will know what's going on here."

She paused, then added, "Just don't kill anyone."

Neither Dongyang Ping nor Shen Er paid any attention to her.

The two stood facing each other, twenty meters apart.

Today, Dong Yangping wore a black, tight-fitting combat suit, which was specially made for him—it was made of high-strength conductive fibers and would not affect the release of bioelectricity.

Shen Er was dressed in a standard black combat suit, close-fitting, neat, and without any unnecessary decorations.

The scar on the right corner of his mouth was particularly noticeable under the light.

He held an ordinary katana in his hand—not a cursed weapon, just a regular steel sword.

Dong Yangping also took out a knife.

It's just an ordinary knife, only thicker and longer.

The two tacitly chose not to use any magical tools.

This is a pure physical duel, a clash of skill and power.

"Begin," Yuki Tsukumo announced.

The moment the words left their mouths, the two of them moved simultaneously.

Its speed was so fast that even afterimages were not visible.

The katana drew a silver arc in the air, aiming straight for Dong Yangping's throat.

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless.

There were no unnecessary movements, and no wasted effort.

It's the simplest and purest form of killing—a knife technique.

Dong Yangping's pupils contracted slightly.

His eyes caught the trajectory of the slash—Shen'er was indeed faster than before.

But instead of dodging, he went to meet him.

He twirled the broadsword in his hand, then slashed horizontally to meet Shen Er's blade head-on.

"clang--!"

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

A massive shockwave emanated from the two individuals, spreading outwards, causing the alloy plates on the ground to groan under the strain.

It's hard to imagine how those two knives withstood their impact.

Shen Er's attack was blocked.

But his next strike was already coming.

The short knife in his left hand—a second knife that appeared out of nowhere—was thrust towards Dong Yangping's lower abdomen from below.

Dong Yangping shifted his body slightly to the side, the short knife grazing past his clothes.

At the same time, his right knee had already pushed up.

He then sheathed his sword and parried.

"Bang!"

His knee struck the blade, and the immense force sent Shen Er sliding three meters backward.

"The strength has increased again." Shen Er shook his numb hands.

"You've gotten faster too," Dong Yangping said.

The two looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.

The battle continues.

This time, neither of them tested the waters again; Shen Er's attacks were like a storm.

He was so fast that the human eye couldn't even keep up with him.

So fast that the air couldn't even move aside, each swing of the blade was accompanied by a piercing sonic boom.

But his attacks were not only fast; what was even more terrifying was their precision.

Every stab was aimed at vital points—throat, heart, eyes, temples.

Every strike landed precisely on the gaps in Dongyangping's defenses—not the weakest point, but the most vulnerable spot.

This is the art of killing, an instinct honed through countless trials.

It's a memory of battle etched into my very bones.

Dongyang Ping was having a hard time dealing with it; he was stronger than Shen Er, and his reaction speed was also quite fast.

But it was too fast.

He was so fast that his defense was always a beat too slow, and his counterattacks always missed.

But Dong Yangping did not panic; blue lightning exploded on his body.

Bioelectricity, released at full capacity.

The magnetic field's inductive ability unfolds instantly.

Everything around him was clearly presented in his mind.

Although Shen'er's speed is fast, his every movement can be traced in the magnetic field induction—the contraction of muscles, the rotation of bones, and the flow of blood will all produce weak magnetic field changes.

Dongyang Ping closed his eyes; he no longer needed to see.

They then launched another attack.

The katana slashed from the left, while the dagger thrust from the right.

The combined attack of the two swords sealed off all of Dong Yangping's space to dodge.

But Dong Yangping did not dodge; he took a step forward.

This step was precisely placed in the gap between the two cuts.

It was just the right size for him to pass through.

At the same time, he slashed horizontally with his broadsword.

It wasn't aimed at Shen Er, but at the connection point between his two strikes.

"clang!"

The three swords clashed.

Shen'er's twin swords were knocked away by this attack, revealing an opening in his chest.

Dong Yangping's left fist had already arrived.

Blue lightning crackled across his fist.

If that punch landed, it could break at least a few ribs.

But Shen'er's body twisted at an incredible angle, managing to avoid the punch.

At the same time, he swept his right leg towards Dong Yangping's lower body.

Dongyang Ping leaped up.

In mid-air, he made a move that no one expected—

He stopped, suspended in mid-air.

Suspended.

Shen Er's sweeping leg swept past his feet, missing its target.

"Damn it," Shen Er cursed.

Dong Yangping laughed, then swooped down from the sky, his broadsword thrusting straight at Shen Er.

This strike was even faster than the previous one.

Because he used not only his own strength, but also the pulling force of the magnetic field—attracting himself toward the ground and accelerating his descent.

Even though his pupils contracted, he didn't flinch but instead went to meet them.

Just as the katana was about to strike, his body twisted again, narrowly avoiding the blade by millimeters.

At the same time, his short knife was already stabbing towards Dong Yangping's ribs.

Dong Yangping's body also twisted in the air.

The repulsive force of the magnetic field pushed him to one side, avoiding the blow.

The two passed each other.

Landing.

They are ten meters apart.

look at each other.

silence.

Then, the two burst into wild laughter.

The spectator, Yuki, was completely stunned.

She had witnessed countless battles, duels between sorcerers; she had seen it all before.

But I've never seen a battle like this before.

There was no incantation, no spell, and no domain expansion.

It's purely physical.

Pure power, pure speed.

Pure skill.

Well, actually it can't really be considered one, since Dongyang Ping used bioelectricity, but it's not a power that belongs to curses.

Expressiveness is all about technique; that destructive power, that sense of oppression, that feeling of every collision sending chills down your spine—

It is in no way inferior to a duel between sorcerers.

"These two monsters..." she murmured.

Then she suddenly sensed something and turned her head sharply.

A person appeared behind her without her noticing.

White hair, black sunglasses, hands in pockets.

Gojo Satoru.

Thirteen-year-old Gojo Satoru was standing behind her, his eyes fixed on the battle in the arena.

"When did you come in?" Tsukumo Yuki asked, her eyes wide.

"Just now," Gojo Satoru said casually, "your account is useless to me."

Jiujiu Yuki took a deep breath.

She wanted to say something, but ultimately held back.

Forget it.

This brat...

Gojo Satoru didn't look at her again.

His gaze was completely drawn to the battle taking place.

Those blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses were now gleaming with an unusual light.