The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 77 Peaceful Times Turned to Trouble (Seeking First Subscription~)

Tsukumo Yuki raised an eyebrow: "Special Grade? The same as me?"

"More or less." Dong Yangping nodded, "But in actual combat—"

He looked at the ninety-nine Yuki.

"I should have no problem hitting you."

Tsukumo Yuki's face darkened.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," Dong Yangping laughed, "that in the same level, I win."

Ninety-nine Yuki stood up and rolled up his sleeves.

"Come on, let's have a fight!"

Dongyang Ping waved his hand: "Wait. I haven't finished yet."

Yuki Tsukumo snorted and sat down again.

Dong Yangping continued.

"While I should be fine hitting you, if you use that move—"

He looked at her: "Star Wrath, your spell, in theory, can create black holes."

Yuki Tsukumo's expression changed.

How did you know that?

"It's common sense," Dong Yangping said. "A black hole is itself an ultimate form of mass reaching its limit. Isn't your hypothetical ultimate form of mass just a black hole?"

"But if you master the spell reversal, you might be able to create a white hole!"

Dongyang Ping paused for a moment.

"If you really unleash that technique with all your might, you can create a real black hole—or a white hole."

"Then there's no way to fight back. It's 100% certain death; there's no way to dodge it."

Dong Yangping asked seriously, "By the way, have you mastered the technique of reversal?"

"Theoretically speaking, if you have mastered the reversal technique, you should be able to perform the reversal technique."

Yuki Tsukumo looked completely bewildered: "What are you talking about?"

Dong Yangping suddenly slapped his forehead: "Don't you know about the Ninety-Nine Yuki?"

How did you become a top-ranking officer?

Dong Yangping patiently explained, "Rosso taught you how to reverse spells, right?"

Yuki nodded: "Yes, I've learned it. Multiplying spell power yields positive energy, and I even used it to heal Kana Huihui before."

Dong Yangping stared at Tsukumo Yuki with deadpan eyes: "Have you tried using the positive energy generated by the reversal spell to inject into your life-giving sorcerer?"

Yuki Tsukumo shook her head: "You know what, I've actually never tried it!"

Dong Yangping said helplessly, "When you inject the positive energy generated by the reversal technique into your technique, that's technique reversal, which will produce a different effect."

As Kujuku raised his hand, his magical power surged, and suddenly a terrifying repulsive force bombarded all around.

Like a missile exploding!

Dong Yangping raised an eyebrow and unleashed a powerful magnetic field, but thankfully he reacted quickly enough to prevent the Ninety-Nine Yuki from destroying the house.

Startled, Dong Yangping pulled Hui behind him.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Do you want to destroy this place?"

Tsukumo Yuki immediately stopped, but her eyes shone as if she had opened the door to a new world!

"I haven't fully mastered this technique yet."

"I know." Dong Yangping's forehead veins bulged. "So take it easy and find a secluded place to practice."

Dongyang Pingsong Kaihui told him to go play somewhere else.

"So you see, strength isn't something that can be measured by simple numbers. You have your advantages, and I have mine. When it really comes down to it, the outcome depends on many factors."

Hui listened intently, then suddenly asked, "Uncle, can you beat Dad?"

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Your dad—"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"It's hard to say."

Why?

"Because your father is a Heavenly Curse Bringer, which is very special, and he's been getting stronger recently."

Dong Yangping said, "He has no magical power, but his physical body has reached the limits of human potential. Moreover, he has the Tian Ni Mou sword, which can break all spells."

"And he also has another knife that completely ignores defense. If you get slashed by it, I reckon you're done for."

However, whether or not you can actually cut it down is another matter entirely.

Dongyang Ping paused for a moment: "If he uses the Heavenly Reversal Technique, your Aunt Jiujiu won't be a match for him at all."

Hui tilted her head.

"Can your dad beat you in a fight?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"It's hard to say."

He patted Hui's head.

"Your dad and I have fought many times, sometimes I won, sometimes I lost. The last time, I won—but he was exhausted."

"

However, they did have some friendly matches later, but neither side played their full strength.

"If it's a life-or-death struggle, the outcome is hard to predict."

Hui nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Yuki Tsukumo chimed in from the side, "So, how do you compare to that brat Satoru Gojo?"

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

"Gojo Satoru?"

"Hmm. He should be a Special Grade rank by now, right?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"That brat—it's hard to say."

"Why is it so hard to say? You're just saying I'll completely crush you, right?"

"Ahem!"

"His six eyes are insane."

Dong Yangping said, "My magnetic field perception might be useless in front of him. He can see through all energy flows."

"And he has no bottom line! He and Six Eyes are a match made in heaven!"

"With my current strength, it's unclear whether I can break through; we'll only know after we fight."

Theoretically, it's feasible. After all, Gojo Satoru is still young, and you should discipline a child early on.

"But my power system is completely different from curse power. His six eyes may not be able to see through everything."

Jijiu raised an eyebrow.

"so?"

"So—" Dong Yangping laughed, "if it really comes to a fight, it'll be a 50/50 chance."

Tsukumo Yuki remained silent.

She looked at Dong Yangping with a complicated expression.

"How long have you been training? Two years? Three years?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"It's been over two years since I started to awaken my bioelectricity."

"You reached the Special Grade in just over two years," Yuki Tsukumo exclaimed. "Your talent is truly—"

She didn't finish speaking.

But Dongyang Ping understood what she meant.

"It's not talent," he said. "It's accumulation."

"accumulation?"

"I've been training for twenty years," Dong Yangping said. "I've been training since I can remember. Day after day, year after year. I haven't missed a single day."

He raised his hand and looked at the calluses on his palm that had long since disappeared. As his body became stronger, the calluses would naturally disappear, but the marks were still there.

"Back then, I didn't know what I was training for. I only knew I had to become stronger."

"Later, when I met Shen'er, when I met you, when I met Gojou, when I met Fusoichi, I slowly realized what I was practicing."

He clenched his fist.

"It's fundamental."

"Without those twenty years of foundation, even if I were given a stronger power system, I wouldn't be able to control it."

Tsukumo Yuki remained silent.

Hui, standing nearby, listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Dong Yangping was full of admiration.

"Uncle, you're amazing!"

Dongyang Ping smiled.

"What's so great about him? He's just a few years older than you."

Hui shook her head.

"No! Uncle, you know so much! You can fly, you can generate electricity, and you can even heal wounds!"

He stood up and opened his arms; it was like a fledgling eagle spreading its wings.

"When I grow up, I want to be like my uncle!"

Dong Yangping looked at him.

That small figure stood in the sunlight, his face full of seriousness.

Dong Yangping suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

"Yes, you will. Keep it up! Remember to eat two extra bowls of rice later."

"Okay!" Hui smiled happily.

He ran into the yard and began to imitate Dong Yangping's earlier movements, lying on the ground and doing push-ups.

One.

two.

Three.

After doing the tenth one, I collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

"So tired—" he muttered.

Dong Yangping walked over and picked him up.

"What's the rush? You're only a few years old. You can practice when you're older."

After all, not everyone has Dong Yangping's physique, and exercising at a young age can easily damage one's body.

Hui struggled, "I want to train! I want to become stronger!"

"Becoming stronger isn't something that happens overnight." Dongyang Ping put him down in the corridor. "Take your time."

Hui was unconvinced.

"Uncle, how long did you train to become this strong?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"Twenty years."

Hui was stunned.

"Twenty years?"

"Yes." Dong Yangping nodded. "Twenty years, practicing every day without fail."

Hui fell silent.

He looked down at his little hands.

"Twenty years — that's a long time —"

Dong Yangping sat down next to him.

"Yes. It's very long."

He looked into the distance.

"But twenty years actually go by very quickly. It's over in the blink of an eye."

Hui looked up: "Uncle, do you regret it?"

Dong Yangping was stunned for a moment.

"Regret? Regret what? Where did you learn the word 'regret' from?"

"Did you hear that from your father? Do you regret practicing for so long?"

Dongyang Ping was silent for a few seconds, thinking: Do you even know what the word "regret" means?

No regrets.

Why?

"Because if I don't practice, I don't have anything else to do. My uncle's childhood was very boring—"

Dongyang Ping said, "Moreover—"

—

"If I hadn't practiced, I wouldn't have met your father, Aunt Yuki, or you."

He looked at Hui.

So, I have no regrets.

Hui nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

From the neighboring courtyard, Xiang Naihui's voice came.

"Dinner's ready!"

Hui jumped up.

"Dinner's ready! Dinner's ready!"

He held Dong Yangping's hand.

"Uncle, come on! Mom's curry is so delicious!"

Dong Yangping stood up and was pulled away by him.

Ninety-nine Yuki followed behind.

The three of them went inside.

On the dining table was a steaming bowl of curry rice.

The beef chunks were large, the potatoes were soft, and the carrots were sweet.

Hui ate heartily.

Dongyang Ping also ate with great relish.

Xiang Naihui went inside; she seemed to be on the phone.

While eating, Tsukumo Yuki was still thinking about the conversation they had just had.

"By the way," she suddenly said, "what's the highest the magnetic field rotation you mentioned can reach?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment.

"Theoretically, there is no upper limit."

"No upper limit?"

"Yes." Dong Yangping nodded. "If one can break through the limits, one can even control the laws of the four fundamental forces of the universe, influencing life, causality, destiny, space, and time."

Yuki Tsukumo was stunned; she had underestimated Higashi Yangping's imagination.

Cause and effect? ​​Fate? Time?

"Um.

"Isn't that God?"

Dongyang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Is that so?"

He looked out the window—the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly.

"But if that day ever comes," he said softly, "God doesn't really mean anything."

Tsukumo Yuki looked at him.

"What's interesting?"

Dong Yangping looked down at the curry in his bowl.

Watching Hui eat heartily.

I watched the clouds drift by outside the window.

"That's fine," he said. "It's good this way."

Tsukumo Yuki paused for a moment.

Then she laughed: "Indeed."

She lowered her head and continued eating.

The wind blows outside the window.

The leaves rustled.

Beside me, I could hear Xiang Naihui dialing numbers repeatedly.

Everything was so ordinary.

So ordinary.

That's so wonderful! ∑(□」)! ? !

wrong!

Dong Yangping frowned, put down the curry in his hand, and fully activated his magnetic field perception. He saw Xiang Naihui in the main room next door, with an anxious expression and the action of dialing a number.

Tsukumo Yuki also noticed Higashi Yohei's unusual behavior!

Yuki, puzzled, asked, "What's wrong?"

Dongyang Ping frowned deeply: "Something's not right. Shen Er doesn't seem to have returned the call yet!"

This doesn't make sense. If it were something like a battle, it should have been over by now. It's impossible that they haven't returned the call by now!

Dong Yangping picked up his phone and started dialing—

「ただいま、おかけになった手机は、おReceivedけできません．しばらくたって

から、Once again おかけ正してください————」

After a few times, it will be a beeping tone.

Dongyang Ping looked somewhat solemn as he stood up. Seeing this, Jiujiu Yuki also prepared to follow suit.

"If you stay here, something might happen. His wife and children can't be harmed either. You stay here while I go check on them!"

Tsukumo Yuki nodded solemnly.

Given Shen'er's personality, it's unlikely he would hang up on Xiang Nai Huihui's call unless there was an unexpected situation.

After hanging up, he would call back as soon as he finished.

Now that so much time has passed, I guess the orchid has already been expelled!

Hui also sensed the heavy atmosphere. He was still young and hadn't quite figured out what was happening.

Dongyang Ping didn't waste any more words. He stepped out the door and soared into the air.

The body's cells are counting, rubbing, vibrating, and experiencing electrical currents!

Maximize magnetic field sensing!

Dong Yangping's emotions began to fluctuate within a limited range, and in an instant, the magnetic field perception enveloped the entire Dong Gai area!

A flood of pleading thoughts rushed into Dongyang Ping's mind!

Dongyang Ping's forehead veins bulged, and he quickly withdrew his senses five seconds later!

"We're looking for Ding! He's over there!"

Dong Yangping wiped the blood from his nose. Although he had only glanced at the situation for a few seconds, he already knew what was going on.

Propelled by the magnetic field, one foot lands on the rooftop of a tall building, instantly propelling the vehicle forward!

The air crackled and popped, creating wisps of shadows.

It was evening, the rush hour after get off work, and the streets were bustling with people.

The enormous commotion that Dong Yangping made drew the attention of almost everyone.

"Like a sprinter!"

"Ultraman!"

"That's Superman!"

The commotion below continued, but Dongyang Ping had no time to pay attention to it. His magnetic field perception was focused on the direction directly in front of him!

There were two very strong energy fluctuations about ten kilometers away!

Special Grade!

Where the hell did this "special grade" come from?!

Two still!

No wonder Shen'er has been delayed in returning.

Shen'er's strength was originally only at the first level, but after his sparring with Tsukumo Yuki, Shen'er felt a sense of urgency.

Only then did he raise his strength to a level comparable to a Special Grade.

However, for ordinary special-grade beings, whether human special-grade or cursed spirit special-grade, they are basically guaranteed to kill upon first sight!

This is also why Dongyang Pingwan wasn't worried about Shen'er; the situation is different now!

There are two on the other side!

If you don't aim for a single, decisive blow, then you'll be unable to win either way!

Dongyang Ping raised an eyebrow, and with a mighty swim, he flew out of Dong Gai's sight.

What comes into view is a mountain forest; this is Mount Yuyue!

Before Dongyang Ping could rush into it, with a loud boom, a giant pillar of fire shot into the sky!

Dongyang Ping used the magnetic field to sense the situation, and suddenly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints!

Dongyang Ping went to see Ding.

In that mountain forest, the extreme high temperature melted the rocks, forming a lava lake with a diameter of tens of meters.

The orange-red lava churned and emitted choking smoke.

In the very center of the lava lake, a charred figure lay on a protruding rock.

That's what it is.

His body suffered extensive burns. His skin was partially carbonized, and charred muscle could be seen through the cracks.

His whole body looked like a piece of pitch-black charcoal!

His hair was burned off, his eyebrows were burned off, and his whole face was as black as charcoal.

You could still barely make out his features.

In his left hand, he gripped Youyun tightly. That long, top-grade spell tool was now glowing red from the heat.

In his right hand was the Soul Release Ground. The Earth Blade was still stained with a blue liquid—the blood of the cursed spirit.

In Dongyang Ping's magnetic field perception, even bioelectricity —

Almost imperceptible.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, like a flame about to be extinguished.

"What?!"

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