The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

The pent-up energy of more than a decade was completely released at this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two attacks turned into a clash of afterimages.

The ground began to crack extensively, with cracks spreading like a spider web throughout the park.

The swing set collapsed, the slide twisted completely, and the sand in the sandpit was whipped up by the force of the punches, forming a mini sandstorm in the air.

Lights from residential buildings in the distance began to come on one by one, and people opened their windows and poked their heads out.

But they couldn't see anything clearly, only two blurry shadows moving at high speed in the park, and heard a thunderous roar.

"The final blow!"

He let out a loud shout, and all the muscles in his body expanded to their limit.

He clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, and then cleaved them down like a giant axe.

He used all his strength in this strike, even exceeding his limits.

The same applies to Dongyangping.

He clenched his fists, his arm muscles bulging almost to the point of tearing, and then, facing Shen'er's attack, he threw out both fists at once.

There was no dodging, no shortcuts.

It's a clash of pure, unadulterated power.

"boom!!!!!!!"

This collision was unlike any of the previous ones.

A terrifying shockwave exploded around the two people, instantly leveling all the remaining structures in the park.

The concrete slabs on the ground were lifted off in one piece, and gravel flew in all directions like bullets.

In the distance, a large number of windows of residential buildings shattered with a series of cracking sounds.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, forming a small dust column shaped like a mushroom cloud.

Two figures stood amidst the dust and mist.

Dong Yangping's fists were torn open, and blood dripped from his fingers.

Shen Er's hands were also covered in blood and flesh, and his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

Both of them were panting.

Heavy, bellows-like breathing.

Sweat mixed with blood dripped from their bodies, splashing into dark red flowers on the cracked ground.

Then, Shen Er spoke first.

His voice was hoarse, filled with an unbelievable shock.

"Your physical body... is truly stronger than mine."

Although it was only slightly better.

Although it's only a little bit.

But this small difference is an insurmountable chasm before the ultimate physical body bound by heaven and curse.

Because even a tiny human body should be the limit of human potential.

Dong Yangping, however, broke through the limit.

"Huff... huff..."

Dongyang was panting, but a smile appeared on his face.

It's been more than ten years.

He finally found the "measure".

As the dust and mist slowly dissipated, a scene of utter devastation was revealed in the center of the park.

Dong Yangping shook his bloodied and mangled hands, the pain shooting through his nerves to his brain like an electric current—but he laughed instead.

"A physical body stronger than the heavens and tyrants..."

Dong Yangping looked down at his fist, blood dripping from between his fingers, splattering into dark red flowers on the cracked cement floor.

It's not a hallucination, it's not an illusion.

In that pure clash of strength just now, in that final, all-out attack, he clearly felt—

His own fist was 0.01 seconds faster than Shen'er's fist.

The strength is a bit too much.

It was this tiny difference that caused Shen to be knocked back three steps after the collision, while he himself only took two and a half steps back.

Dong Yangping's lips curled into a smug smile.

In the previous battle, Dong Yangping clearly sensed that Shen Er had not received much skill training.

In other words, Shen'er's fighting relies purely on his powerful physique and fighting instincts, as well as the intuition brought by the Heaven and the Curse.

To put it more bluntly—Dongyangping is no weaker than Shen'er now.

If you use the right techniques, you can unleash ten or even dozens of times more power than usual.

Without using any magical artifacts, Dongyangping was confident he could crush Shen'er!

"Now."

Dong Yangping raised his head and looked sharply at Shen Er, who was standing ten meters away: "We can talk about your wife now."

He was still panting, sweat mixed with blood sliding down his forehead.

He stared at Dong Yangping with a complex expression, and a hint of barely concealed excitement.

That's the instinctive reaction of a strong person encountering an even stronger one.

"What do you know about Huihui?"

Shen'er's voice was hoarse, but every word carried weight: "Speak clearly."

Dong Yangping did not answer immediately.

He slowly walked to a relatively intact bench at the edge of the park—although the legs were crooked, at least he could still sit on it.

After sitting down, he took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and began wiping the blood off his hands.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow.

"I'm just an ordinary person."

Dong Yangping spoke, his voice calm: "At least in the eyes of the sorcery world, I am a completely ordinary person—I have no sorcery power, I can't see sorcerous spirits, and I know nothing about your 'world'."

Dongyang Ping paused, then looked up at Shen Er: "But I'm rich, very rich. My family runs several hospitals in Tokyo, one of which is one of Japan's top obstetrics and gynecology hospitals."

Shen Er's eyes flickered slightly.

"I can tell something's wrong with your wife's expression at a glance."

Dong Yangping continued, "That's not normal pregnancy paleness, but a pathological, blood-loss-like deathly pallor."

Her breathing was weak; though she was forcing herself to stay awake, her rhythm was off—every three or four deep breaths were followed by a brief pause, a natural reaction to mild internal pain.

He pointed to his eyes: "I've practiced martial arts for over ten years, so I'm very sensitive to people's physical conditions. Your wife's condition is definitely not just a matter of morning sickness."

Shen Er fell silent.

Of course he knew.

Since last week, Huihui's morning sickness has been unusually severe, and recently she has been experiencing frequent abdominal pain.

I went to a local clinic in Saitama Prefecture for a checkup, and the doctor just said, "It's a normal reaction during pregnancy, just get more rest," and prescribed some painkillers.

Shen Er didn't pay much attention to it.

After Dong Yangping's reminder, he was instantly filled with lingering fear.

"So?" Shen'er's voice grew even colder. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'll pay for her to go to the best hospital in Tokyo for a full checkup."

Dong Yangping was straightforward: "I will cover all expenses, use the best equipment, and hire the best specialists. If hospitalization is required, I will arrange the most top-tier ward and nursing care."

He stared at Shen: "But in exchange, I want intelligence."

"About everything you know about the world of sorcery."

Dong Yangping leaned forward, his hands crossed on his knees—a posture that made his muscular physique appear even more imposing.

"Zen-in Shin'er! You are from the Zen-in family, one of the three great families, a once-in-a-millennium Heaven-Bound Curse. You grew up in that world, you know the rules of the curse world, the distribution of power, important figures, the classification of spells, knowledge of curse tools... everything."

He paused, then said, slowly and deliberately, "I want you to tell me all of this."

The park fell silent.

Residents in the distant buildings had already called the police, and the faint sound of sirens could be heard approaching.

But neither of the two men made a move.

Shen Er stared at Dong Yangping for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"That's all?"

"That's all." Dong Yangping nodded.

I thought you would ask for more.

Shen Er said, "For example, asking me to kill someone or steal something. Although I don't know where you got this information from, you now know who I am."

Dong Yangping shook his head: "I have no interest in killing. As for stealing..."

A glint of light flashed in Dong Yangping's eyes: "I am indeed interested in cursed artifacts, especially the special ones. But not now. Right now, I only need information."

The sirens were getting closer.

She glanced at the direction of the park entrance, then turned back to look at Dongyangping.

"make a deal."

Shen Er spoke without hesitation, decisively and succinctly.

"As long as you can cure Huihui, or at least find out what's wrong with her, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

Dong Yangping stood up: "Then it's settled. I'll arrange a car to pick you up and take you to Tokyo first thing tomorrow morning. Go back and treat your wounds today, and don't let your wife see."

Shen Er looked down at his own bloodied and mangled hands, then looked up at Dong Yangping's equally miserable fists.

The two exchanged a glance, then turned around and left the park in different directions.

When the police arrived, the park was deserted, leaving only a mess and the shocked exclamations of the police officers.