Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

next second.

"when!!!"

A loud bang was heard, and Cong Yu was blocked in front of the real person.

The hand that reached down from the sky transformed into a bone knife, blocking Mashiro's sudden attack.

The real man grinned maliciously, continuously applying the transformation of inaction, while countless hands transformed into blades, attacking Mashiro relentlessly through the guaranteed hit effect of the domain.

"If you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, I might let you go?"

Mashiro had already sustained injuries, and traces of blood were flowing down her body.

A slit was cut in its wings, revealing crimson eyes underneath.

“This level is far from enough.” Mashiro raised her left arm and wiped away the blood.

The man paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Let's see how long you can keep up this stubbornness."

He raised his right hand, which had returned to normal, and clenched his fists.

All the hands within the domain tightened simultaneously, hundreds of hands initiating a transformation of non-action in the same instant, stimulating her soul.

But it really happened.

why?

Why could her right hand still move when hundreds of hands were moving at the same time?

Why is she still holding that damn knife?

The smile on his face stopped; something was wrong.

What's wrong? What happened to her? What's different?

Suddenly, the real person noticed that the Falun above her head, which had been spinning continuously, had stopped operating.

What does this represent?

Mashiro switched Murasame to her left hand, and then clenched her right hand with her fingers spread open.

She held her hand up in front of her and looked at her palm.

"Non-action transformation can touch the soul, and touching it can change the soul of others."

"What do you mean by this?" The real man took two steps back. He could no longer sense Mashiro's soul. The transformation of inaction had failed her once again!

"I accept your technique."

Mashiro interrupted him, her right hand touching the back of the hand that was gripping her left shoulder.

"Like this."

His finger twitched, then turned into a puddle of mud and slid helplessly to the ground.

The man's eyes widened in utter horror: "This is impossible!"

The real person looked at the Dharma wheel that had started spinning again above her head, as if he knew something.

"You're using that Falun to learn my techniques?!"

"To be precise, it's adaptation."

Mashiro is in a good mood right now and doesn't mind talking to Masato a bit more.

She hoisted Cong Yu onto her shoulders and began to reveal the procedure.

Although she didn't know whether disclosing the procedure would have any effect on adaptation, this was a good opportunity to experiment.

"The spells and attacks you use that affect me will trigger my adaptation. After this thing above my head finishes spinning..."

"That's when the adaptation is complete..."

Masato swallowed hard and continued Mashiro's words.

Mashiro glanced at him in surprise, not expecting him to be so cooperative.

He's so good at it that he's actually putting on a show.

She almost wanted to kill him more slowly.

"You're teachable. Do you understand now?" Mashiro nodded, and Murasame's blade pointed at Masato again. "You are the challenger!"

"That's not necessarily true!" Zhenren gritted his teeth, and the hand within his domain surged up again.

This time, the hands on the ground climbed up from under the feet, the hands on the ceiling fell down from above the head, and the hands on the walls split into two wings to simultaneously encircle the area.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Mashiro snorted coldly and charged forward.

The sole of the shoe crushed the hand beneath the ground, using the force to propel it towards the real person, and Cong Yu thrust straight at it.

The real man stepped back, opened his chest, and the empty hole reappeared.

The tip of Cong Yu's knife pierced the hole and went through.

However, Saint Seiya warriors won't fall for this kind of move a second time!

Mashiro pressed the knife down, and the blade wedged into the edge of the hole.

The blade of the rain-soaked blade embedded itself into the muscles of the man, pulling his entire body downwards.

The person lost their balance and their upper body tilted downwards.

Mashiro suddenly stretched out her left hand, spread her five fingers, and pressed it hard against his face.

A spatial rift tore open in front of the palm.

To die!

The real person showed a terrified expression, gritted their teeth, and tried to break free from Mashiro's hand.

However, how could a mere special-grade cursed spirit like him break free from the power of the heavens and the curse?

A spatial rift slashed across his face, sending blood and flesh flying.

"Ahhh!!!"

The real person let out a piercing scream, but the next second, the scream turned into a soft whimper.

"I told you, grit your teeth and don't let me hear you scream!!"

Mashiro revealed a cruel smile, pressed her left hand even tighter, pressing down on Makoto's mouth, and activated the Wuwei Transformation!

The real person was horrified to find that their mouth had been sealed shut.

The effects of non-action in transforming and reshaping the body were applied to him!

Chapter 109 The Domain Deployment in 0.2 Seconds

The real man was furious. He was always the one who changed other people's souls, how could anyone change his own soul!

He stretched out his right hand and released [Multiple Souls - Body Slash] at extremely close range.

The impact slammed into Mashiro's side, sending her flying.

After flipping twice in the air, Mashiro regained her balance, twisted her body to exert force, and landed lightly.

Her left hand was pressed against her side; the spot where she had been hit from the front was still throbbing slightly, but it wasn't anything serious.

She looked up at the real person opposite her.

The real person slowly stood up, his condition much worse than before.

The spatial rift on his face destroyed half of his head, and remnants of cursed power seeped out from the wound.

But what embarrassed him most was not the injury on his face, but the fact that his mouth was sealed shut.

Mashiro looked at him and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "How does it feel to shut up?"

The man didn't answer; the anger in his eyes was almost bursting out of his pupils.

"You bastard!" He used non-action to repair his injuries and mouth.

He raised his right hand, his fingers still trembling.

The number of multiple souls was already small, but he forcefully activated his curse power, disregarding everything else. His right arm swelled up again, and the sphere in his palm reappeared.

Mashiro didn't give him a chance to fire.

She rushed in front of him the instant the light shone in his palm.

Cong Yu slashed vertically downwards, the blade trailing a faint blue light.

The real man used his swollen right arm to block the attack. The moment the blade collided with his bone, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and his knees sank.

"You thought that was the end of it?"

Mashiro smiled, and a pillar of fire ignited from Murasame's sword, striking Masato's chest at point-blank range.

The impact and the high temperature combined to lift him off the ground and send him flying backward.

He fell to the ground, rolled several times, and crashed into the inner wall of the domain.

The dark red inner wall was dented by the impact, and the real person's body was embedded inside, with a charred hole burned into the chest, and white smoke was still rising from the edges.

He fell to the ground, the hole in his chest slowly healing, but at a noticeably slower pace, as he had very little magical power left.

Even the domain itself began to tremble, cracking from the edges and peeling off piece by piece.

A large crack appeared in the outer shell of the enclosure, and the lights from the third underground level poured in again.

"Looks like this is the end. How boring, Makoto."

Mashiro stood in the middle of the corridor, with two or three thin, long cuts on her face, but she ignored them.

The man knelt at the end of the corridor, his chest still steaming.

Then he slowly stood up, supporting himself with his hands, head down, and let out a muffled laugh.

Mashiro sighed. It seemed that he had finally managed to bring out Mashiro's final form.

She was hoping to skip this step.