Chapter 124 Crushing

On the first day of December, he looked down at his hands.

The runes spread from the back of his hand to his forearm, becoming more than twice as bright as before.

Seven out of ten.

In the distance, the thing stared warily at the first day of December.

Its hands rose from its sides. Its ten excessively long fingers were bent, and a grayish-blue viscous liquid kept seeping from between them.

The crystalline shell on its feet expanded outwards like crazy, covering the entire surrounding road surface in just a few seconds.

Suddenly, the ground began to rise, and the white fog began to shrink.

The surrounding water vapor began to gather towards its body, condensing into a water sphere with a diameter of two meters between its outstretched arms.

"Whoosh!"

The water sphere shot out instantly from between its arms.

high speed.

The water sphere trailed a white vapor trail at its tail, and rock fragments flew off the surface of the sphere, hitting the walls of the buildings on both sides and creating a row of bullet holes.

There was no flash on the first day of December; he raised his right hand.

Tiger Talisman.

Before him, colored light condensed into a thin film, extending forward from his palm like a transparent shield standing upright.

"Boom!"

The water balloon struck the membrane with a muffled thud.

Between the water sphere's contact with the membrane, the double-law structure inside the sphere is invaded by the harmonizing force.

Water and rock were forcibly separated from their fused state—the water flew to the left, the broken rock collapsed to the right, and the dark red veins broke and turned into a wisp of black smoke before dissipating.

The two-meter-diameter water sphere instantly turned into two lumps of waste in front of him.

Water splashed on the left wall, and broken rocks crashed onto the right road.

The hand on the first day of December did not move. The film did not even crack.

The thing paused for a moment.

Its mouth was still open, but no more sounds came out of its throat.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he withdrew his right hand.

[Rabbit] Talisman.

Instantly, his figure shot forward. The white mist in front of him didn't even have time to dissipate.

Tiger, Ox.

On the first day of December, it swung its fist and struck it squarely in the chest.

Unlike before, this punch landed.

The fist sank into its chest cavity, and the gray-blue hard shell began to crack from the point of contact. The power of harmony flowed into its body along the cracks, exploding inside its chest cavity.

A fist-sized bulge instantly appeared on its back, and its body flew backward as the bulge appeared.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he took a quick step and immediately followed.

In the ruins, the thing was crawling up from the pile of rubble.

Its chest was caved in. Grayish blue and dark red were split in two at the depression, revealing a gray mass in the middle—like an incompletely formed viscera.

It began to repair itself; the grayish-blue shell started to grow from the dented edge toward the center.

The first day of December did not give it a chance to fully repair itself.

He strode forward. With his left palm, he slammed the tiger talisman down hard on its head.

The power of harmony flowed in from the top of the head.

Its head had a split in the middle.

"roar."

In an instant, the monster let out its most piercing scream since it had ever uttered a sound.

The cry was sharper than ever before. The two cries mingled together, shattering all the remaining glass windows around them.

The shriek also affected the first day of the twelfth month, but he ignored it as a milky white light began to appear on his body.

He followed up with his right fist, smashing it hard into its cracked head.

The fist pierced through the gap where the laws separated, and the force of the impact blew the skull in two. Grayish-white bone fragments flew out and struck December's face.

As December's fist landed, the monster in front of him slammed backward onto the pile of broken bricks, its limbs twitching.

The skull was split in two, and a grayish-blue viscous fluid seeped from the broken surface, attempting to glue the two halves of the skull back together.

But it is not dead yet.

Upon seeing this on the first day of the twelfth month, he squatted down.

He placed his right hand on its split chest.

The Tiger talisman provides continuous damage.

Its body began to disintegrate under his hands.

The gray-blue and dark red hues receded visibly from the point of contact, spreading to both sides. Chest, abdomen...

The structure of the shoulder-one law detaches from its body like the receding tide.

The two colors draw a clear dividing line on it. The left half is grayish-blue, and the right half is dark red.

At the same time, the monster began to struggle desperately.

Its limbs pounded the ground, sending fragments of brick flying with its claws. It made intermittent sounds.

He ignored the new moon and simply watched as the dividing line in front of him continued to widen.

The fusion of the two laws within its body was completely broken.

Gradually, its body began to crack from the dividing line.

Like a piece of cloth torn in half.

On the first day of December, he stood up and took two steps back.

The left half of the monster's body lay limply on the ground, its surface rapidly dehydrating and wrinkling into a dry skin.

The essence of the Law of Water seeps from every cell, transforming into blue water vapor that drifts in the air.

The right half of the surface has formed a grayish-white shell, resembling some kind of petrification.

The origin of the Earth's laws, having lost the harmonization of the Water Laws, began to solidify uncontrollably, sealing muscles and bones together within a stone shell.

On the first day of December, he stared at the two halves of the wreckage on the ground for a few seconds.

No regeneration. No repair.

He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands.

At this moment, all the knuckles of his hands were cracked, the skin and flesh were torn open, and a small section of bone was exposed, all due to excessive exertion.

The [Horse] talisman is activated. The wounds on the knuckles begin to close.

He looked up and around. The white fog was still there, but its concentration was clearly decreasing.

After the creature died, the crystalline shell that had been continuously growing beneath its feet stopped developing. The grayish-white shell on the surrounding ground slowly darkened, like a light bulb that had lost its power.

He did not linger on the first day of the twelfth month, but emerged from the ruins.

He stood on the street, where the fog had thinned to the point where he could see things twenty meters away.

East.

He saw a figure walking towards him. The figure wasn't walking fast, and the left leg was dragging.

Polygonum cuspidatum.

Itachi's left cheek was swollen, and his school uniform jacket was gone, leaving him only in a black T-shirt with several cuts.

He was wearing a T-shirt. In his left hand he was carrying an iron pipe that he had found somewhere, and his right hand was resting on his knee. He was hunched over and panting.

He saw the first day of December.

"—December." His voice was hoarse. "That thing?"

"He's dead."

Huzhang paused for two seconds. His gaze shifted from the new moon to the blue mist rising from the ruins behind him.

Then he plopped down on the side of the road.

"What about communications?" asked the first day of December.

Huzhang took out a communicator from his pocket and pressed a few buttons.

"It was broken just now." He looked down at the screen. "Now—"

"The signal has been restored."

The moment the communicator was restored, a jumble of noise immediately flooded in. It was Eto's voice, Kugizaki's voice, and the duty channel from the high school headquarters, all mixed together.

On the first day of December, the communicator was switched to a dedicated channel.

"Senior Yi Gu".

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"December 1st? What's the situation on your end? All the signals in Okinawa just went down."

"The living creature emerged from the cocoon. It has been disposed of."

"6

"Did you get rid of it?"

"Yes, that's right."

The communicator carried the voice of Yi Gu talking to someone, but it was hard to make out.

A few seconds later, Yi Gu's voice came back.

"Something happened to Gojo-sensei."

On the first day of December, her fingers tightened.

"What is it?"

"He was entangled by two demons in Europe. Di Kui and Xiao Feng, both of them together." Yi Gu's voice was low. "But just now—at the very moment you mentioned—Di Kui suddenly ran into trouble. It seems to have suffered some kind of backlash; its aura plummeted."

On the first day of December, he glanced at the blue vapor dissipating from the ruins behind him.

The cocoon is a creation jointly conceived by Di Kui and Basha.

The creator was killed, and the creator suffered a backlash.

"Where is Teacher Gojo now?"

"He seized the opportunity." A hint of relief finally appeared in Yi Gu's voice. "The target has shifted to Di Kui, and they're attacking him with all their might. As for Xiao Feng—it seems they've retreated."

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