A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 110 Berlin Night Battle - Part Two

Miguel took a few running steps, unleashed his magical power in his legs, and completely detached himself from the stairwell area, rushing straight towards the empty building wall.

The moment he made contact with the wall, he stomped his feet and bounced back at 1.2 times the speed of sound towards the opposite building several kilometers away, then used the force to bounce back.

The rolling shockwaves rippled and swirled, tearing out wisps of white mist in mid-air.

Miguel is like a cannonball repeatedly crashing between buildings, each turn and acceleration precisely hitting the beat of the music!

The dense ammunition belts and the hurled explosives, in the face of this erratic yet highly rhythmic high-speed three-dimensional maneuver, were like clumsy, aimless attacks, all missing their mark.

In the blink of an eye, Miguel had already stepped onto the rooftop, which was more than 20 meters high, by the final, powerful beat of the drum. His feet slammed down, cracking the concrete floor.

He steadied himself and casually loosened the "Black Rope," a top-grade cursed artifact wrapped around his arm.

He had originally planned to force his way through the strange spatial spell, but unexpectedly the spell's judgment was so rigid that it only worked on objects within the "staircase" concept. It was helpless against his violent rush method that completely abandoned the stairs, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"My God!"

"Merlin's beard! What kind of monster is this?!"

"The frog is strong, back off!"

On the rooftop, the attackers, who were used to the petty squabbles between schools of thought that resembled gang warfare and had never witnessed the true power of a strongman, were completely stunned by the way this person made his appearance, which was beyond their comprehension.

Their hands, gripping the guns, trembled uncontrollably. Their bodies involuntarily recoiled, and they uttered cries of terror and bewilderment.

Miguel ignored the ragtag soldiers.

He took a deep breath and uttered a powerful incantation, his strength rising once more in rhythm with the music: "Angel, Denial, Path of Suffering, Spiral Staircase!"

After speaking, his body accelerated with zero inertia, leaving a blurry afterimage under the dual impetus of incantation and rhythm, like a deadly gust of wind, bypassing the opponent's hastily constructed magical barrier and barrage with incredible flexibility and speed.

Where the wind blows, the fist will strike.

Miguel delivered a straightforward, unadorned straight punch to the heavily guarded old man.

The force is powerful and sudden, originating from the soles of the feet, flowing through the thighs and back, and finally pouring into the fist like a cannon firing.

The howling wind from the punches and the explosions in the air became the most exciting accompaniment at this moment.

The essence of this strike was perfectly integrated into the rhythm of the "Song of Prayer"!

The guards beside him immediately turned their shields to try to block, but to no avail.

The shield shattered instantly like paper before the hardened fist.

Even though the old man pushed his spell power to its limit at the last moment, he was still crushed by the absolute power and speed, and a punch pierced through his chest.

Even between different levels, there are differences!

Because above them is the mysterious "Special Grade" class, a world of difference.

As long as they don't reach "Special Grade", the spell power output of two Level 1 sorcerers can differ by a hundredfold!

Miguel is often jokingly referred to as an "overseas top-tier mage." After mastering the Reversal Technique, he basically possesses the stats of a top-tier mage, only his innate technique is not strong enough, and he lacks the ability to expand his domain.

If you were to engage in a prolonged battle with a lowly level one mage who is isolated in a corner and lacks practical combat experience, it would be an insult to him, especially if you have already gained the upper hand through a surprise attack.

When the old man, who thought he was invincible because he controlled the stairs, was killed instantly, the remaining attackers did not collapse.

Their eyes were bloodshot as they roared and unleashed all sorts of strange and powerful techniques and life-giving spells, fully restrained and maximized. Those who dared to carry out this assassination mission were naturally prepared to "die for their lives."

Four of them even fired oddly shaped rockets from their shoulders.

The projectile, trailing a short plume of flame, plunged into the area where Miguel was located. The warhead exploded, creating a blazing fireball with a radius of five meters around him.

Unlike the fleeting bursts of flame from other rocket launchers, this fireball lasted an exceptionally long time.

Instead of extinguishing immediately, it surged and expanded, greedily devouring the surrounding air—this was a man-portable thermobaric weapon!

The moment the thermobaric fuel was released, the entire space was filled with invisible fuel.

The fine mist of the medicine mixed violently with the air and was then ignited by the high temperature, triggering a second, even more violent explosion that instantly emptied the entire rooftop.

Even the launchers themselves were not spared, and were swept up in the destructive storm they themselves had ignited.

The process of cloud detonation is dozens of times longer than that of ordinary bombs, and its high temperature and pressure also allow for a longer period of penetration into the target, making its destructive power far beyond that of ordinary explosions.

Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, awareness and sacrifice cannot bring victory.

After killing the old man, Miguel pushed the "Song of Prayer" to its limit and simultaneously channeled the concept of the "Holy Spirit" from his homeland of Kenya into himself.

Facing the storm of iron and fire and a variety of offensive spells, he raised his head and let out a battle cry that resounded through the night: "Prayer Song - Ultimate Chapter - Anthem of the Savannah!"

The surging magical power around him seemed to come alive, writhing violently like living muscles and exoskeleton armor.

His physical attributes surged another 30% on top of the original increase, and his aura was like that of a lion king dominating the wilderness, full of overwhelming wild power.

Many insidious curses are triggered by causing damage.

Although Miguel has mastered the Reversal Spell and is skilled at clearing his own abnormal status, it would be an unacceptable disgrace to accidentally fall into a ditch, trigger a troublesome curse due to injury that would hinder his actions or even make him look foolish.

The current comprehensive strengthening is precisely to crush all unexpected possibilities with absolute superiority.

Emerging calmly from the inferno created by the thermobaric bombs, Miguel's sharp eyes quickly scanned the battlefield.

He noted that many attackers demonstrated good tactical rolling and movement skills.

As mages, they are also quite skilled at "recoil control" to stabilize the recoil of firearms.

However, their tactical awareness and battlefield response were severely hampered.

Unable to predict target movements in advance, attacks are often delayed; they respond rigidly to unconventional advances; most importantly, they lack the "awareness" to remain calm and make optimal judgments under pressure.

The battle was quickly coming to an end.

Miguel, empowered by the terrifying brute force of the "Ode to the Wilderness," forcibly destroyed two crucial makeshift fortifications and then felled more than thirty gunmen and sorcerers in a matter of seconds.

The remaining attackers finally lost their morale and, seeing the situation was not good, began to scatter and flee.

The group only pursued the twenty or so people who were the slowest to escape, disarmed them, and rendered them unable to resist before returning to the original location of the attack to regroup.

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