The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Battles often erupt with tremendous force within seconds. Dongyang Ping and Huzhang Ren had already exchanged blows more than ten times in just a few seconds.

Although Huzhangren was beaten horribly by Dongyangping every time, he would immediately come back to haunt him again.

Dong Yangping's breathing became heavier and heavier, not because he was tired.

It's because the body's bioelectricity is almost depleted.

In short, he was running out of power and energy.

He exchanged another punch with Urokodori, and the two of them each took three steps back. A deep crater was created in the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

But this time, the blue light on Dongyang Ping's fist was noticeably dimmer.

A dense magical power surged around Huzhangren, enveloping him like armor.

When Dong Yangping's bioelectricity struck, most of it was neutralized by the curse power.

All that remained was pure physical collision, pure, deadly collision.

"Oh shit……"

Dong Yangping gritted his teeth; he was now in the most awkward stage—the initial stage of electric current propulsion.

It can generate electricity, but its range is poor; it can produce bursts of power, but it cannot sustain them.

The previous large-scale output and the full operation of the electric field had already depleted most of the body's energy.

Now he can only maintain the most basic bioelectrical perception, and he has even had to withdraw his magnetic field perception.

Maintaining the magnetic field consumes too much energy.

And the root of Polygonum cuspidatum...

Why is this man so strong?

He has no bioelectricity, no special abilities, and relies solely on the power of incantations to strengthen his body—how could he possibly fight to a draw with his own all-out effort?

Even, subtly, they are one step ahead of me?

Dong Yangping was knocked back once again, looking down at his slightly trembling hands.

He remembered his path.

Twenty years of honing his craft, day after day of extreme training, the bioelectricity forged by lightning strikes—those abilities he's so proud of—

Are they really so vulnerable in the face of true power?

If the power of the curse is really that strong, then has he taken the wrong path?

"What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, Hu Zhangren's voice rang out.

Dongyangping looked up.

The man stood opposite him, staring at him with empty eyes, but a strange smile played on his lips.

"Are you doubting yourself?" Hadji Ren's words carried a strange undertone. "Doubting your strength, doubting your path."

"Poor thing, do you think you can fight us with your physical body alone without any magical power? Do you even know what magical power is? It's the manifestation of human emotions, the accumulation of thousands upon thousands of years."

"How long have you been alive?"

Dong Yangping was quite surprised. He didn't understand why Hu Zhangren was talking to him at this time, when he should be under the control of Lu Suo.

Dong Yangping was too lazy to think about why, he just clenched his fist.

Then, he made a decision.

The blue lightning disappeared completely.

He collected all the remaining bioelectricity back into his body.

It is only used to maintain the most basic bioelectrical sensing.

The rest depends entirely on this body.

Dong Yangping assumed a boxing stance, a long-lost ferocity creeping onto his lips.

"My greatest strength isn't electricity!"

The starting stance of Bajiquan.

Elbows straight, chest slightly concave, back straight.

Grip the ground with both feet and bend your knees slightly.

He looked like a fully drawn bow.

Huzhangren tilted his head.

"What is this? There's no magic, no electricity. You think it's just all show and no substance—"

Before the words were finished, Dongyang moved, without blue light or sonic boom.

It wasn't even very fast.

With a twitch of muscles, he took a seemingly ordinary step.

Then, a punch.

Hu Zhangren raised his hand to block.

The moment their fists collided, his expression changed.

A terrifying force emanated from Dong Yangping's fist.

That wasn't brute force; it was a progressive, wave-like force.

Like waves crashing on the shore, the first wave is barely stopped before the second wave arrives.

Then came the third wave, the fourth wave, and the fifth wave—

"Bang--!"

Hu Zhangren was sent flying backward by the punch, crashing through three walls before finally embedding himself in the fourth.

Dong Yangping stood still and slowly withdrew his fist.

Bajiquan • Stacked Strength

The power of all the muscles in the body is layered up and released all at the moment of contact.

An ordinary person using this move can unleash three times the power.

He used this trick—fifteen times.

Hu Zhangren struggled to his feet from inside the wall, a deep fist mark on his chest and at least three broken ribs.

But a smile appeared on his face.

"interesting."

Lu Suo, who had been watching the scene unfold, also became serious: "This is too interesting. This technique, this way of exerting force—you actually had this trump card up your sleeve?"

Dong Yangping did not respond, so he charged forward again.

This time, it's the Bengquan (崩拳) of Xingyiquan (形意拳), simple, direct, and unstoppable.

This time, Hu Zhangren dared not take the blow head-on. He dodged to the side, while simultaneously throwing a punch at Dong Yangping's ribs.

Dong Yangping neither dodged nor avoided the punch, letting it land on him.

At the same time, his Bengquan (a type of punch) also landed on Huzhangren's shoulder.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

The two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Dongyang Ping broke one of his ribs.

Hu Zhangren's right shoulder was shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

The two of them stepped back at the same time.

Dong Yangping's eyes were frighteningly bright; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

He traded injuries for injuries, and even his life for injuries; his recovery ability was stronger than that of Zhang Zhiren.

He can afford to wait.

Hu Zhangren clutched his shoulder, and a look of pain finally appeared on his face.

But just then, a figure darted from the side.

Lu Suo.

She finally left the field.

That's enough.

She stood next to Hu Zhangren and placed her hand on his shoulder.

The reversal technique was activated, and the shattered shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dr. Hu Zhangren stood up again.

His face was swollen, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained empty.

His body is still full of strength.

Dongyang Ping smiled bitterly.

How the hell am I supposed to fight this?

"Interesting." She looked at Dong Yangping. "Your technique is very interesting."

Dong Yangping didn't speak; he just stared at her.

Meanwhile, our gaze shifts to other parts of the battlefield…

"That way of exerting force," Lu Su tilted his head, "is the first time I've ever seen it in all my years."

She paused.

"I originally wanted him to play with you, but now—"

The moment she finished speaking, she and Hu Zhangren moved at the same time.

They flanked us from the left and right.

Dongyang Ping's pupils contracted.

He barely managed to turn sideways and dodge Lu Suo's blood-stained blade.

But Urdula's fist had already arrived.

"Bang!"

He was blasted away by a single punch.

Before he even landed, Lu Suo appeared behind him.

"Gravity field".

Dong Yangping's body suddenly sank and crashed heavily to the ground.

The ground collapsed, and he sank into the pit.

Hu Zhangren rushed over and stomped on his chest.

"Click—"

My ribs are broken.

Dong Yangping coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Lu Suo walked over and looked down at him.

"Your body is truly perfect," she said. "It's a pity I can't keep you here."

She raised her hand, and a blood-red blade condensed at her fingertips.

Dong Yangping watched as the blood-red blade drew ever closer.

All I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

very slow.

very weak.

It's about to stop.

Dong Yangping's heart sank.

One Japanese knotweed root is already troublesome enough.

"You're a good fighter."

Lu Suo looked at him with admiration in his eyes, "Really, I've seen countless people, but you're the first one who, without any magical power, has managed to push me to this point."

She paused.

"So, as a sign of respect—"

She raised her hand.

"I will personally see you off on your journey."