Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

The moment the gavel fell, Rito had already reacted.

His body slid backward, narrowly avoiding the attack of the sun chariot.

boom!

The gavel struck the spot where the man had just stood, cracking the ground and sending shards of stone flying.

"Are you serious?" Rito steadied himself, his gaze fixed on Hiromi Himawari.

The Japanese car did not respond.

His movements were fluid and graceful. After missing his target, he immediately turned around and swung at Rito again.

This strike was even faster than the previous one, carrying a sharp, swift wind.

The person's pupils constricted slightly.

He had witnessed Hiromi Higurashi's fighting style in the original work, but only when he faced him in person could he truly understand the sense of oppression.

The attacks of the Japanese chariot were not fancy; in fact, they could be described as simple and unadorned. Every strike was precise, concise, and efficient, without any superfluous movements.

But Rito is no longer the ordinary person he once was.

He turned his head to avoid the gavel, and with a clench of his right hand, he conjured several ice spikes that also pierced towards the sun chariot.

The Japanese car's eyes flickered slightly.

He immediately abandoned the pursuit, dodged to the side, and distanced himself from Rito.

The next instant, Rihito pressed down with his right hand.

The ground began to crack.

Centered on his palm, countless cracks appeared on the ground within a five-meter radius, as if it had been crushed by an invisible force.

However, Hiromi Nichisha has already withdrawn from this scope.

"You're very strong!" Nichisha pushed up his glasses. "But do you think you can escape judgment with just that?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot again.

The speed is astonishing.

Rito only had time to see a black afterimage before the sun chariot appeared less than two meters in front of him.

The gavel was raised again.

But this time, Rito did not back down.

He raised his left hand sharply towards the direction of the gavel.

Snapped!

His hand gripped the gavel handle precisely.

Hiroshi Nichiro was slightly taken aback.

He knew how fast he was, but what surprised him even more was the power of reason.

Once the gavel was grasped, he was unable to pull it back immediately.

"I did nothing wrong!" Rito said calmly.

The next instant, his right fist had already slammed out.

This is the simplest and most direct straight punch, but its speed and power are both at their maximum.

Hiroshi Nichiro, seeing this, acted decisively, releasing his gavel and leaning back to narrowly avoid the punch.

The force of the punch swept past his nose, carrying a scorching heat.

The two stepped back simultaneously, widening the distance between them again.

The church was silent for a few seconds.

Lai Xihua stood to the side, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her gaze nervously shifting between the two.

Xiaoye stood in the witness stand, biting her lip, trying hard not to make a sound.

"Your strength is already comparable to that of a top-tier sorcerer," Hiromi Hiraki said calmly.

"But you don't think you can beat me like this, do you?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.

He opened his palm, and a golden fragment of a magical artifact appeared out of thin air.

The fragment was only the size of a thumb, irregularly shaped, with sharp edges, like a piece broken off from some kind of large weapon.

But the moment it appeared, the air inside the church seemed to freeze.

Li Ren's pupils suddenly contracted.

The magical energy emanating from the fragment reminded him of a setting in the original work—

The executioner's sword.

It is a cursed instrument designed to execute specific targets; once locked on, it will have a guaranteed hit effect.

And if you get hit, you're guaranteed to die!

"It seems you recognize this thing." Nichisha noticed the change in Rito's expression.

"You are indeed very strong, Sato Rito, but I don't want to waste too much time on you. I want to end this battle as quickly as possible."

The fragment began to deform.

Golden light bloomed in the palm of the sun chariot, flowing and extending like molten metal, quickly condensing into the shape of a long sword.

The sword is about one meter long, golden in color, and covered with fine patterns that look like some kind of ancient incantation.

A blood-red gemstone was inlaid in the hilt of the sword, emitting an eerie glow.

The executioner's sword!

A cursed artifact specifically materialized for the purpose of "judgment".

Once locked onto by this sword, any defensive measures will be ineffective, because it does not cause physical damage, but rather an execution at the rule level.

Li Ren's expression turned serious.

He didn't expect Hiromi Nichisha to directly take out the Executioner's Sword, a cursed artifact that was practically Nichisha's trump card in the original work.

"You really think highly of me," Rito said in a low voice.

"Because you deserve my full effort," Nichisha said calmly.

"The trial just now has proven that your ideas conflict with mine. In my view, eliminating the spell and getting the world back on track is the only right path."

"And you, now, stand before that road."

He raised the executioner's sword, its tip pointing directly at the person in charge.

"So, please... disappear."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hiromi Nichisha's body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Rito's pupils contracted sharply; his gaze could hardly keep up with the speed of the sun.

But he didn't panic. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused all his attention on sensing the presence of the sun chariot.

The flow of magical power was clearly visible in the darkness.

The curse power of the sun chariot was like a golden torrent, approaching him at an incredible speed.

coming!

Rito suddenly opened his eyes and dodged to the left.

A golden sword light grazed his shoulder, severing a few strands of his hair.

But before he could regain his footing, the second sword strike came down.

Rito was forced to roll backward, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.

But the force of the sword still grazed his cheek, leaving a shallow line of blood.

"You reacted quickly," the voice of the car came from above.

Li Ren suddenly looked up.

Suddenly, Riche Kuanjian leaped into the air, gripping the executioner's sword with both hands, the tip pointing downwards, and thrusting it straight at him.

This attack was unavoidable.

"It's over," Nichisha said calmly.

The sword tip fell.

At the critical moment, Rito raised his right hand and clenched it tightly in the direction of the sun.

"Zero Coffins—Freeze!"

As Li Ren finished speaking, a terrifying chill suddenly erupted.

Centered on him, the air within a ten-meter radius seemed to be forcibly sucked out by a machine, and the temperature dropped sharply.

The water molecules that were originally suspended in the air were forcibly condensed and frozen at this moment, turning into countless tiny ice crystals that shimmered with a cold light.

The sun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The tip of the executioner's sword was less than half a meter from Li Ren's chest, but an invisible resistance was rapidly condensing around his body.

"What?!"

Before Riche could finish speaking, his movements froze.

The first part to be frozen was his right hand, which was holding the sword.

A thin layer of white frost began to spread from his fingertips, as if time had been paused, quickly covering his entire palm, wrist, and forearm.

Next came the left arm, both legs, and the torso.

The ice crystals that were forcibly condensed from the air began to spread along his body as if they were alive.

In less than three seconds, Hiroki Nichiro was completely enveloped in a layer of crystal-clear ice, like a specimen sealed in amber.