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

Sure enough, the person covered their face with both hands.

"【Non-action transformation】."

His body began to swell and explode in the next instant.

His flesh and blood twisted and recombine, and the cursed power solidified on the surface of his body into a new shape.

He transformed into a grotesque monster with a tail and black, blade-like spikes on his elbows.

"【Killing everywhere results in a spirit】".

The real man stood up straight, his height nearly doubled, and the fluctuations of his magical power were on a completely different level.

He looked down at his hands, his fingers clenched into a fist, then relaxed, then clenched into a fist again.

The blade at his elbow reflected a black sheen under the light. He wiggled his tail, which slammed against the wall, creating a dent.

"So that's how it is." His voice was much lower than before.

The real person looked up at Mashiro and said, "So this is what it feels like to transform yourself like this. I have to thank you for letting me grasp the true nature of my soul."

Mashiro sighed, looking at him indifferently, "And then?"

Mashiro's attitude angered Masato once again.

He brought the blades together at his elbows, the two black blades crossing in front of him.

"I will slowly kill you, one cut at a time."

Mashiro looked him up and down, then shook her head.

“It’s this kind of thing again.” She hoisted Cong Yu onto her shoulder, the blade resting against her shoulder. “When you can’t beat them, you grow bigger and think you have omnipotent power.”

The real person was stunned for a moment.

"Won't it get boring if we keep doing this?"

"You bastard!"

The real person was launched forward in the next instant, his legs hitting the ground and creating two deep craters.

His entire body almost became a gray-black afterimage in the air.

The two blades at the elbow unfold, cross in a scissor-like shape, and close together at the position of the real white blade.

Mashiro didn't move; the Dharma wheel above her head had stopped spinning.

In other words, she knows how to use domains now.

However, in Mashiro's perception, the fluctuations of curse power were not limited to Mashiro alone.

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Therefore, one should not easily reveal the effectiveness of one's domain.

It seems that we have no other choice but to use that method.

Mashiro raised her left hand in a sword-like gesture in front of her, saying, "[Domain Expansion]".

In an instant, the black domain enveloped the real person.

Then Mashiro extended her right hand, forming a palm, and said, "[Resolve]."

She doesn't intend to use the domain effect; she only needs the ability to "hit the target".

The "Guaranteed Hit" technique, once attached to the spatial rift, no longer requires the previous method of generating and advancing the technique; instead, it can instantly sever the spatial net!

The speed at which the real person killed the spirits was too fast; it was so fast that he realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

He took the hit head-on, and instantly his armor and flesh were all sliced ​​through.

"what!!!"

The real person screamed again and fell onto the floor, which had returned to its original state.

With the domain unfolding in 0.2 seconds, Mashiro successfully used it.

She nodded in satisfaction.

The 0.2-second field deployment consumes relatively little resources and allows you to easily conceal your field effect.

However, the damage from the [Solution] was still too low; it didn't even kill the real person instantly. It seems they will still be captured by the Nightmare.

While thinking, Mashiro didn't stop what she was doing.

Cong Yu twirled the knife in her hand, about to slash at the real man's neck.

But the real person's body began to shrink, and the form of the spirit that had been killed could no longer be maintained.

He no longer had the strength to use the transformation of inaction to heal his injuries.

But this reduction in size was precisely what caused the knife to miss its target.

But Mashiro wasn't embarrassed; it was someone else who was.

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"Hmph, clown." Mashiro sheathed her sword, took two steps back, and uttered the words of the clown.

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But he couldn't be bothered to care about all that anymore.

"【Spellcasting Technique - Ultimate Version "Vortex"】".

The real person's body floated up from the ground, and starting from their fingers, it transformed into magical power, which was then drawn into the magical realm.

The whole process was quick; the person didn't struggle, as if their heart had already given up.

Finally, it completely disappeared into the compressed mass of magical power.

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Chapter 110

The corridor fell silent.

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The last bit of magical power of the real person was absorbed and turned into a Poké Ball.

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He looked up at Mashiro, who was standing at the other end of the corridor.

The wounds that Mashiro had sustained from her domain had been healed by her Wuwei Transformation technique, and the expression on her face gradually changed from the tension of the battle to a calm one.

"Hey." He smiled and said, his tone as if he had bumped into an old acquaintance on the street, "We meet again."

Mashiro didn't speak; her fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword.

"Have you considered joining us yet?" The question was posed by a man named Tatar, who was now embroiled in a disputed situation. The man, seemingly unrelated, was now being questioned.

Mashiro glanced at him, then sighed.

“You’re the same as the real person,” she said, her tone clearly impatient. “Why don’t you ever learn your lesson?”

She switched Cong Yu from her right hand to her left, freeing up her right hand. "It would make me very angry if I had to repeat myself a second or third time."

"Don't be angry." The woman looked at him gently, her voice trembling with embarrassment. She smiled sweetly, her voice trembling with amusement.

"Although that's not the main point, you did remind me of something."

Mashiro replied, "I'm curious, how did you seal Gojo Satoru?"

She really wanted to know how Gojo Satoru managed to give it away so quickly.

It's really unreasonable that they knew the relevant information.

"You're interested in the artifact used to seal him?"

"No, I'm interested in how you sealed him away."

"Oh ho ho, then I'll tell you about it."

The value of the coal camel was chased and suffocated. The fish was raised and the water was thoroughly soaked. The fish was covered in scum and roe ...

Furthermore, Mashiro is neither human nor a cursed spirit, a rather unique existence that has led to much speculation and confusion.

By the way, this island is a retreat, private and scattered, about to be opened. The curtain falls on the cliff, the clouds are drying, and the comfort is inadequate. The roses are transparent, and the luck is good.

He didn't care about the details; with a flick of his sleeve, he sat down on the ground.

He took a cube out of his sleeve, placed it on the ground in front of him, and tapped its surface with his fingertip.

"The tool used to seal Gojo Satoru is this: Prison Gate."

Mashiro blinked; she really hadn't expected this.

A millennium-old sorcerer who had just devoured a top-tier cursed spirit in front of her was now sitting cross-legged on the corridor floor, completely unconcerned, even displaying the Prison Gate to her.

Mashiro tightened her grip on Congyu's hand slightly.

Should she strike now?

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No, he's not a real person.

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Another reason made Mashiro loosen her grip on Murasame's hand and decide to continue like this.

That is, although you can take advantage of the moment to attack and gain the upper hand, you lose the demeanor of a strong person!

A true strong person is one who remains calm in the face of change, always has wise sayings at hand, and can handle anything with ease.

If she hesitates at this moment, she will lose in terms of vision and grace!