The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 48: Actually, I'm a Sorcerer Too

The battle is over.

Two girls stood in the hall and began to inspect the battlefield.

Mingming casually hoisted the giant axe onto her shoulder. The axe, taller than herself, looked like an ordinary ornament on her shoulder.

Anka-hime was holding a small notebook, diligently recording something.

"Level 2 Spell Spirit, number..." she murmured, "Core location... Battle duration..."

Mingming waited on the side, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, she looked up.

Look towards the fourth floor.

Dong Yangping's heart skipped a beat.

The crow—sometime during which it flew into the building—was perched on the railing of the fourth-floor corridor.

Her black bean-like eyes were staring straight at him.

"Hold--"

Dong Yangping knew he had been discovered.

Mingming's eyes narrowed slightly.

"There are people in higher positions."

Angege was startled and looked up.

"What? Where?"

There was no answer from Mingming.

She simply lowered the giant axe from her shoulder and gripped it tightly with both hands.

"Come down," she said, her voice soft but clear. "Don't make me go upstairs to fetch you."

Dong Yangping was silent for two seconds, then walked out of the ward, stood at the edge of the corridor, and looked down at the two girls below.

"Good evening." Dong Yangping waved.

The moment Mingming saw him, she frowned.

This man—

There is no magical power.

I couldn't sense any fluctuations of magical power at all. It wasn't that there wasn't any, but it was a magical artifact.

This person's presence is... way too strong.

It wasn't the oppressive feeling brought by curse power, but something else entirely.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into the abyss.

"Who are you?"

"Just passing by," Dong Yangping said. "Just passing by and taking a look at the commotion."

"Ordinary people?"

I guess so.

Mingming's brows furrowed even more.

Ordinary people shouldn't be in places like this.

It's even more inappropriate to stand on the fourth-floor corridor and speak to them in such a relaxed tone.

She glanced at the crow beside her.

The crow tilted its head, indicating that it didn't see anything unusual either.

"How did you get in?" she asked.

"He came in," Dong Yangping said. "The door wasn't locked."

Mingming: "..."

Angeji tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Sister Mingming, this person... feels so strange."

"I know."

Mingming took a deep breath and gripped the giant axe tightly.

"Who are you? An ordinary person couldn't possibly be here."

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"I am also a sorcerer. I've just hidden my sorcery power."

Mingming was stunned for a moment.

Hidden magical power?

This is theoretically possible, but it requires an extremely high level of control. Even she herself cannot completely conceal the fluctuations of her magical power.

Can this man do it?

"What is your technique?"

"There is no spell."

Mingming fell silent.

The fluctuations of a sorcerer's magical power are very obvious and cannot be completely hidden.

Her gaze fell on him.

That muscular physique certainly looked like it came from extensive training.

But that sense of presence, that feeling of oppression—

This is not something that can be achieved through ordinary magical physical enhancement.

"What's your name?"

"Dong Yangping." Dong Yangping leaped from the fourth floor, landing steadily in front of them. "And you?"

Angehime instinctively took a step back.

The moment the man landed, she felt an invisible pressure bearing down on her.

Despite having no magical power, it reminded her of the feeling she had when she first encountered a top-tier magical spirit as a child.

"My name is Ankagi," she said softly. "I'm a first-year student at the Spellcasting Academy."

"Mingming," the silver-haired girl said, "is also from a vocational college."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

Unseen.

An empress.

He seemed to vaguely recognize those two names.

But I can't remember who it was.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"You're here specifically to get rid of this cursed spirit?"

"Yes," Mingming said, "It's a level two mission, we accepted it."

Just as Dongyang Ping was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed.

He raised his head and looked into the depths of the hall.

That direction—

Something is rapidly approaching.

Moreover, it wasn't noticed before.

"careful."

Dong Yangping's voice became serious.

Mingming gripped the giant axe tightly, looking around warily.

"What's wrong?"

"Something's coming," Dong Yangping said. "Around level two."

Angehime was taken aback: "But the cursed spirit is already...?"

Before the words were finished, a wall deep inside the hall suddenly exploded.

A black figure rushed out from behind the wall and pounced on the three of them.

It was a giant centipede-shaped cursed spirit, over five meters long, covered in black carapace, with countless segmented limbs moving at an astonishing speed.

"Damn it!" Mingming raised his giant axe, but it was too close, and he didn't have time to exert any force—

next second.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

Nine beams of blue light shot out from Dong Yangping's hand.

Swift as lightning.

Absolutely accurate.

The nine blue beams instantly pierced through the cursed spirit's body.

Nine through wounds from beginning to end.

The cursed spirit's momentum suddenly stopped.

It looked down at its own body, seemingly still unaware of what had happened.

Then--

"Bang."

It exploded.

It turned into countless black fragments and dissipated into the air.

Mingming was stunned.

Angege was stunned.

Dong Yangping withdrew his hand, and the blue electric light at his fingertips slowly dissipated.

The nine iron beads circled in the air, then flew back to his side, hovering above his palm and rotating gently.

"Level two," Dong Yangping commented. "Not enough."

silence.

A long silence.

Mingming looked at the nine floating iron beads, at the residual curse power on them, and at Dongyang Ping's calm face.

What did she just see?

Nine beams of blue light.

What is that? A spell? A magical implement? Or something else?

And that speed, that precision, that devastating destructive power—

Who exactly is this man?

"You..." Angehime stammered, "You just... that..."

"Hmm?" Dong Yangping looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"What is that?!"

Dong Yangping looked at the iron bead in his hand.

"this?"

"A cursed artifact. Haven't you seen one before?"

"What about that light from before?"

"That..." Dong Yangping thought for a moment, "It's... my own ability."

Angehime's eyes widened.

My own abilities?

It's not a spell, it's not a magic tool, it's an ability?

What is that?

Mingming remained silent for a long time.

Then she spoke.

"You are very strong."

Dongyang Ping nodded.

"good."

"If I had faced that cursed spirit head-on, I could have won too," Mingming said, "but not as easily as you did."

Dong Yangping glanced at her.

I watched your fight.

"Very strong. Their technique, power, and sense of rhythm are all outstanding. If they train for a few more years, they should be able to make great progress."

Mingming was stunned for a moment.

Is this a compliment?

"You watched me fight?"

"Yeah." Dong Yangping nodded. "I saw it from the third floor. I was just passing by, but then I saw you playing, so I just watched."

A profound silence descended.

So, when they were fighting to the death, this man was watching from upstairs?

Did you watch the whole thing?

And she didn't notice at all?

"Your ability to hide..." she said, "is very strong."

Dong Yangping smiled.

"good."

Angehime stood to the side, her eyes sparkling.