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

Zhang Xiang watched as Yujin effortlessly mowed the grass, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yujin really is incredibly strong..."

Looking at his new younger brother, Huai Xiang felt a little scared.

If Hisahito hadn't let them get away with it, they probably would have died at the Eighty-Eight Bridge.

"Let's go, it's time for us to get on the field. We can't keep letting Hisahito do all the work."

"it is good!"

The bloated figure rushed into the crowd, its crimson scales leaping and opening, its blood surging within its body.

He clasped his hands together, blood seeping from his fingertips, hovering in front of his palms.

"【Blood Piercing】!"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Xiang unleashed a jet of blood that shot out like a laser beam, passing through the gap beside Itachi and striking the cyborg behind him who was attempting a sneak attack.

"Thanks!" Itadori turned around and shouted, then continued to inflict violence on the modified people.

Zhang Xiang gave a soft hum, and new drops of blood began to condense at his fingertips, sweeping across the other cyborgs.

The villainous figure emerged from behind him, not intending to use any spells, but instead learning from Bloodstained how to use Tiger Staff to clear a path with his fists.

The blood-stained maw opened wide and bit the arm of a cyborg who had just crawled out of a ceiling vent. The immense bite force instantly tore the arm off the torso.

He spat his arm on the ground, ripped the modified body's head off with both hands, grinned, and continued walking forward behind Bad Look.

Youyou and Mingming stood there, and he shook his head and sighed, "That's really violent. My sister is the epitome of elegance."

Mingming smiled and patted Youyou's head, then said to the four brothers who had finished clearing out the grunts, "Let's go to the next level, this is over."

The corridor was cleared out, and the remains of cyborgs lay scattered on the ground. Some were still twitching, while others had turned into a bloody mist, their appearances unrecognizable.

The walls were covered with dents and cracks, and broken glass littered the floor at the end of the corridor.

Huzhang shook the crumbs off his hands and walked towards the stairwell.

The stairwell, from the second to the fifth floor, is an open structure with no partition walls.

The staircase spirals upwards along the wall, its handrail bearing some rust, indicating it has been around for many years.

Looking up from the bottom floor, cyborgs poured out of the stairwells on each floor, vying to squeeze out and jumping down from the upper floors, piling up on the stairs in layers.

Huzhang looked up and then jumped up.

He leaped from the ground floor to the third floor, flipped in mid-air, and kicked a cyborg at the top of the stairs with his right foot, sending him and a string of other cyborgs crashing into the wall.

Using the recoil from his kick, Itajō landed on the stairs, and the instant he regained his footing, he threw a punch, sending the enemy who was still charging up the stairs flying.

Zhang Xiang stood motionless at the bottom, raising both hands simultaneously, blood gushing from his body.

This terrain wasn't ideal for using the Blood Piercing Technique, so he simply used his control over his blood to transform it into a long whip, which he then began to lash out.

Enemies touched by the long whip are either cut off or corroded, leaving no complete corpse.

......

On the sixth floor, crows, seemingly out of nowhere, slipped into the window on the seventh floor and then flew out again, circling overhead.

After a while, Mingming opened his eyes and said, "There are bigger guys up there."

"Big guy?" Tiger Staff was already on the seventh level. He responded with a puzzled look and casually tossed the enemy in front of him away.

The cyborg smashed the glass and fell from the seventh floor.

"Oops, I accidentally used too much force." Itajiro scratched his head.

“Yes, it’s probably on the ninth floor.” Mingming followed.

She felt relaxed; the others rushed up in no time, and she didn't have to do anything.

......

The seventh and eighth floors are cleared out; the ninth floor is now cleared out.

The corridor here is wider than the one below, and squatting in the very center is a creature several sizes larger than an ordinary cyborg.

Its body was pieced together from the torsos of more than a dozen people, and it was covered with bone armor, with gray-black muscles showing through the gaps.

Multiple arms extend from different parts of the body, each transforming into a different weapon.

Tiger Rod stopped in front of it. "Looks like you're going to cause trouble. Are you the boss?"

The modified creature naturally didn't respond to his words, and simultaneously raised its arms, unleashing a barrage of attacks from various weapons.

Tiger Staff swerved left and right, dodging the menacing attack.

"I'm tired of fighting these grunts, I'll use you to kill some time!" He took a step to the left front, just in time to avoid the heavy hammer attack.

He crouched down and stepped forward, getting right in front of it, and punched upwards with his fist.

"boom!!"

The fist slammed into the center of the chest where the bone plates were most densely packed, causing the bone plates to collapse from the center outwards.

Before the bone armor fragments could fall, Tiger Staff's other punch caught up.

"Ha!" Tiger Staff shouted, his magical power surging, striking the same spot.

The BOSS's torso was severed from its chest, the upper half of its body flew backward and smashed through a wall, while the lower half knelt in front of Tiger Staff.

Chapter 115 Fuheshchen

"solve!"

Tiger Stick withdrew his fist and said to them.

Zhang Xiang clapped his hands, looking moved: "As expected of Hisahito, he solved it in one go!"

Bad Look and Bloodstained also clapped along, making Tiger Stick think for a moment that he was no longer on the battlefield.

"Stop this! Let's go, let's go!"

Tiger Rod hurriedly went to the next floor, not wanting to stay there any longer.

"Yujin, wait for your older brother!"

Hearing a thumping sound behind him, Tiger Stick quickened his pace.

"Why are you running? We're brothers."

"Brothers don't need to clap after a fight, do they?"

"Why not? Of course we should applaud when you play well."

This person is unpersuasive!

Itajō didn't reply, but simply pulled his hoodie down a little.

The next few floors are not inhabited by cyborgs; they are inhabited by curse masters.

But it's very weak, yes, very weak.

The last curse master huddled in a corner, clutching several talismans in his hand.

Tiger Staff walked up to him, and he threw the talisman at him with trembling hands. The talisman burned in the air and turned into a fireball.

Huzhang slapped out the fireball, then slapped him unconscious.

He took a breath and moved his arms, his joints cracking.

How many more floors are there?

A crow flew back from the top floor and landed on her shoulder. She tilted her head to listen to the crow's cawing and opened her eyes.

"That's all. The next level is the top of the tower, where there are three sources of magical power."

Huzhang looked down at his fist; there were a few shallow scratches on his knuckles.

He wiped his hands on his trousers and headed towards the stairs leading to the top of the tower.

"Yujin," Zhang Xiang called out to him.

"Ok?"

"Those three above are much stronger than those below, be careful."

Huzhang glanced back at Zhang Xiang and nodded.

Then he put his hand on the doorknob, pressed the handle, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door is the top of Shibuya S Tower, a spacious open-air platform.

The streets of Shibuya stretch out below, with streetlights forming a strip of orange-yellow light.

Three curse masters were waiting upstairs, with cursed nails beside them.

The old man in the middle sat cross-legged on the ground, his back hunched over badly, his face covered with deep wrinkles.

She was dressed in black, robe-like clothing, with her hands clasped together, holding a string of prayer beads in her palms.

The man on the left, with his arms crossed, is short and ugly, wearing a gray coat, and looks somewhat muscular.

Arisaka Jiro opened his eyes and glanced at Itadori, his eyes filled with unmistakable mockery.

Behind the old woman was her grandson, tall and thin, with a pale face.

The old woman spoke first; her voice was dry, but her volume was not small, and it carried clearly through the empty top floor.

"Although the number of participants was higher than expected, the outcome remained the same."

Haddock took a few steps forward. "You're the curse masters who set up this trap, aren't you?"

“Yujin Khajiitani, the vessel for Sukuna, I’ve heard of you.” The old woman didn’t answer the question. “However, I’m only doing this for money. Could you please leave now?”

"I'd like to ask you, could you please step aside?" Haddō laughed angrily. "I don't really want to lay a hand on an old man."

The old woman chuckled, "My job is to stay here. Since you don't want to leave, then you can stay here."

Tiger Rod clenched his fist, his gaze sweeping over the three curse masters opposite him.

“Three against six.” He took off his hoodie hood. “You think you have the advantage?”

The old woman looked at him, a smile appearing on her face.

"Young man, having more people isn't necessarily an advantage."