The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

If he wasn't bound by a curse, yet possessed zero magical power...

Shen Er murmured, "Theoretically, it doesn't exist. It doesn't generate magical power, doesn't attract magical spirits, and can't see magical spirits. Pure 'nothingness'."

Dongyang Ping's heart stirred.

This is an opportunity.

"Heaven and curses... Cursed spirits... The world of sorcery."

Dongyang Ping said, enunciating each word clearly, "Shen'er Jun, you must be a natural-born being bound by the Heavenly Curse, exchanging absolute zero curse power for an ultimate physical body."

Shen Er's eyes suddenly turned dangerous.

"How do you know all this?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The two men faced off in the dimly lit park, the air seemingly frozen solid.

Dong Yangping raised his hands, making a reassuring gesture.

"It's nothing serious, just a coincidence. There are no secrets in the world. Sorcerers are human too, and they need to make a living."

Shen paused for a moment, then said, "It doesn't matter anyway, I'm not planning to go back to that world."

He has decided to completely say goodbye to the past and start a new life with Huihui.

Although I don't know what Dong Yangping is planning, as long as it doesn't disrupt his life, that's fine.

Dong Yangping had no idea what Shen'er was thinking. A sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Let's have a fight, Shen'er. I want to know, what level does my body, which I've trained for twenty years, really stand in this world?"

Dong Yangping emphasized, "If I'm satisfied—I'll give you a big gift. A big gift concerning your wife."

That last sentence, like a needle, pierced through all of Shen'er's defenses.

"What did you say?"

"You've noticed it too, haven't you? Your wife has health problems, right?"

Dongyang Ping looked directly into Shen Er's eyes: "Morning vomiting is normal, but her complexion, her breathing, and the painkillers in the trash can—it's not just a simple pregnancy reaction."

Shen Er clenched his fist, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound.

"What do you know?"

"Fight first." Dong Yangping stood firm. "After the fight, if you win, or if I'm satisfied, I'll tell you everything I know."

Actually, Dongyang Ping knew nothing. He couldn't very well say, "Your wife is dying."

But it doesn't matter, money talks. Sending them to the best hospital in Tokyo will surely find something out.

silence.

A long silence.

The only sounds in the park were the wind and the heavy, drum-like heartbeats of the two men.

Then, Shen Er laughed.

It was a smile devoid of warmth.

"it is good."

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

Without warning or preparatory moves, like two ferocious beasts ready to pounce, they unleashed their full power at the very moment the signal was given.

But both of them tacitly refrained from using any techniques. Only a pure collision could test their physical strength.

"Bang!"

The sound of the first punch colliding was less like the collision of flesh and blood and more like two giant steel hammers smashing together.

Dong Yangping's right fist and Shen Er's left fist collided in mid-air.

The air exploded, creating visible ripples that spread outwards from the two people.

The ground did not crack—because the force was completely absorbed by the opponent without any leakage.

But the concrete beneath their feet groaned under the weight.

"Not bad strength."

Shen Er grinned, and the scar on the right corner of his mouth looked particularly grotesque in the moonlight.

He turned his left fist into a palm and grabbed Dong Yangping's fist, while his right fist slammed towards Dong Yangping's face like a cannonball.

Dongyang Ping did not retreat.

He also met the punch with his left hand, fingers spread, taking it head-on.

"boom!"

This time the sound was louder, and the muscles in both men's arms bulged simultaneously, with veins running like dragons and snakes across their skin.

A pure clash of strength.

There are no tricks, no fancy moves, just the simplest and most primal physical confrontation.

Dong Yangping felt a tremendous force coming from his fist, traveling along his arm and impacting his entire body.

The force was so great that his lower body, which had remained unshaken for over a decade, swayed slightly.

And Shen Er's feeling was even more shocking.

His fist, when it struck the opponent's palm, felt less like hitting flesh and more like hitting a concrete wall reinforced with steel.

The force of the recoil made his entire arm go numb.

"Again!"

A flame ignited in Shen'er's eyes.

That was the excitement of encountering one's own kind, the ecstasy of discovering "scale".

He stepped back half a step and then delivered a low sweeping kick to Dong Yangping's shin.

The kick was so fast it tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.

Dong Yangping neither dodged nor avoided the kick, and raised his leg to meet it.

"Bang!"

The sound of their legs colliding made the streetlights outside the park flicker.

Dong Yangping felt a sharp pain in his shinbone—not the pain of injury, but a dull ache from the collision of bones.

He hadn't felt this kind of pain for twenty years.

The last time was when he was twelve years old, when he kicked a solid steel pillar with all his might.

And Shen Er felt even worse.

His shinbone was trembling, and his muscles were groaning.

He used 70% of his strength in that kick, thinking it would be enough to break Dong Yangping's leg bone.

But Dong Yangping not only caught it, but the shock also made his entire leg go numb.

"good!"

Instead of getting angry, he laughed and suddenly accelerated his attack.

Fist, elbow, knee, leg.

There are no set routines or rules; it's just the purest fighting instinct.

Every strike was aimed at a vital point, and every strike carried a terrifying power capable of being fatal.

The same applies to Dongyangping.

He suppressed his feelings for more than a decade.

For more than a decade, he has been cautious, never daring to go all out, for fear of killing someone or exposing himself.

Now, we can finally let loose and do whatever we want.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two attacked each other so fast that they were just afterimages.

In the open space in the center of the park, the cement surface began to crack.

It wasn't cracked by being stepped on; it was torn apart by the wind pressure generated when the two people moved.

Each punch and kick produced a shockwave like a small explosion.

One by one, the streetlight bulbs shattered, and glass shards fell like rain, but were repelled by an invisible force field when they came within three meters of the two people.

"boom!"

As Dong Yangping threw a straight punch, Shen Er dodged to the side, but the fist grazed his cheek and slammed into the slide behind him.

It was a children's slide made of welded steel pipes and plates, with supporting columns nearly ten centimeters thick.

Then, to Shen Er's astonishment—

"Snap!"

The steel column is bent.

It wasn't bent by the punch, but rather it was grazed by the force of the punch and twisted and deformed.

"You fucking—"

Before he could finish speaking, Dong Yangping's left elbow had already struck his ribs.

too fast!

He barely managed to block with his arm.

"Thump!"

With a dull thud, Shen Er was sent sliding three meters backward by the elbow strike, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

His arms were trembling.

It's not a trembling from fear, but a physiological reaction to muscle overload and the extreme impact on the bones.

"Your power..."

Shen Er stared at Dong Yangping: "How exactly did you train like that?"

Dong Yangping did not answer.

Because he was also shocked.

Shocked by Shen'er's power.

He used about 80% of his strength in that elbow strike.

But Shen Er caught it with his arm, only stepping back without getting injured.

It looks like nothing's wrong.

"It's my turn."

He even spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva—the impact of that elbow strike had injured his internal organs.

He bent his knees slightly and lowered his body.

The next instant, he disappeared.

It didn't really disappear; it was just moving too fast, leaving a trail of afterimages in the dim light.

Dongyang Ping's pupils contracted.

Instinct, an instinct that transcends thought, made him raise his arms and cross them in front of his chest.

"boom!!!"

This punch created a sonic boom.

Shen'er's fist slammed into Dong Yangping's crossed arms, the terrifying force sending Dong Yangping flying backward with his feet off the ground.

Dong Yangping adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed on his feet, but he still couldn't stop his backward momentum.

He stepped into the concrete and plowed backward five meters like a plow before finally stopping.

My arms are burning with pain.

Looking down, I saw a clear fist mark on my forearm, the skin was red and swollen, and the muscles underneath were spasming.

"Sonic Fist..."

Dong Yangping raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

"Can you go even faster?"

Shen Er did not answer.

He answered with his actions.

They charged forward again, this time with a series of attacks.

Fist, fist, fist, fist!

Each punch broke the sound barrier, creating a white cloud of air.

A series of sonic booms echoed through the park, like a string of firecrackers exploding in a confined space.

Dongyangping did not retreat but advanced.

He started to accelerate, and he's far from his limit now.