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

She said to her grandson, "My dear grandson, are you ready?"

The young man took a few steps forward and said expressionlessly, "Yes, I know, Grandma."

The old woman lowered her head again, clasped her hands together, and began to move the prayer beads in her palms.

Her lips began to move rapidly, uttering a string of low incantations, the sound squeezed out from deep within her throat.

Huzhang's pupils contracted. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew it couldn't be anything good!

Tiger Rod took a step forward, but the swelling was even faster.

"【Blood Piercing】!"

A pillar of blood shot from the flank toward the Witch, and the attack reached her in an instant.

The young man bent down, picked up the witch, and nimbly dodged to the side.

The jet of blood grazed his shoulder and struck the fence behind him, piercing a small hole in the iron bars.

"Tsk." Zhang Xiang clicked his tongue. "Go, stop her!"

Upon hearing this, Huzhang responded and continued charging forward.

"That won't do."

Arisaka Jiro moved, stepping forward to block Itadori's path.

"Get out of my way!"

With a surge of Incantara's power, he delivered a powerful punch to Arisaka Jiro's head.

"hehe!"

Arisaka Jiro didn't dodge or flinch, but instead took Itajiro's fist head-on.

"boom!"

A loud noise rang out, and Itadori withdrew his fist, looking in surprise at the unharmed Arisaka Jiro.

Seeing that Huzhang had been stopped, Mingming controlled the crow to swoop down from the sky, trying to peck at the young man's neck.

"it's useless."

The young man seemed to be in excellent physical condition; his attacks failed to hit him in just a few moments.

“It’s ready,” the old woman said to the young man.

“I know, Grandma.”

The young man placed the old woman on the ground, then took out a small piece of something and put it in his mouth, swallowing it.

Upon seeing this, the old woman opened her eyes and said, "【The Zen temple is very much like this】."

The young man's body began to contort, and his bones made a series of cracking sounds against his skin.

His entire physique is changing; his shoulders are broadening and his arms are lengthening.

The white T-shirt ripped, revealing the muscles that were beginning to form underneath.

"How is it, grandson?" The old woman asked with a smile as she looked at her grandson who was undergoing a sudden change.

"Yes, you're in great shape." The young man took a few steps forward, revealing a smile that didn't seem like his own. "Better than ever before!"

A different aura emanated from him, and everyone present could feel it.

Mingming took a half step back, and a crow cawed uneasily on her shoulder.

Huzhang stood at the very front, and terrifying pressure rushed towards him.

He had faced top-tier cursed spirits and often sensed the aura of Su Nuo within his body.

But this aura was different; it was pure strength. Just standing there made people feel their bodies sending out alarms.

The young man's body stopped changing; he lowered his head, his black hair falling down and obscuring his face.

Then he raised his head, his pupils brightening in the dim rooftop space.

The face had completely changed; it was no longer the young man from before, but someone else entirely.

Fu Heishen'er.

"This is... a spirit summoning technique..." Mingming said with a grim expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You do have some discernment." The witch smiled as she looked at her creation. "Go, kill them all."

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Chapter 116 Spirit Summoning

Fuhesh stood still, his black hair falling over his forehead.

The moonlight shone on him, making his expression even more hazy.

He looked down at his palm, flipped it over and over, and finally clenched it into a fist.

The goddess sat cross-legged behind him, her rosary beads moving between her fingers.

She lifted her droopy eyelids and looked at Fuheishener, who was still standing there, with her cloudy eyes.

"What are you doing? I told you to kill them!"

Fuhesh did not answer; he was still feeling his own body.

"You wretched creature! Can't you hear me!" The old witch roared in a hoarse voice, her anger reaching its peak.

Fuheishen slowly turned his head and looked at the witch sitting on the ground. Her eyes were filled with murderous intent in the moonlight.

"Who are you giving orders to?"

The old woman stopped moving her prayer beads. "Grandson...?"

Fuheshen turned around slowly.

He walked up to the old woman, looked down at her, and his shadow enveloped the old woman completely.

The old woman quickly stood up and retreated rapidly.

She stared at Fuheshen'er in horror, "What's going on? I should have only received information about the physical body when I descended!"

“Ah, a spirit summoning.” Fuheishen smiled slightly, revealing a knowing expression.

“Although I don’t know much about it, my body is special.” Fuheshen rubbed his right hand on his chin. “This guy’s soul must have been inferior to my body.”

"The soul loses to the body?" The witch looked at him in disbelief. "This is impossible..."

"Although I would like to explain more, I don't really understand it myself."

Fuheshen shrugged. "So it doesn't matter, just forget about it."

"You..." The old woman with the tail had just opened her mouth when her pupils contracted.

Fuheshen, who was just a moment ago in the distance, is now right in front of her again!

"Kill the sorcerer?" He grabbed the witch's head with one hand and raised the other high. "You're a sorcerer too, aren't you!?"

The old woman quickly spoke up, "Wait a minute..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fuheishen's fist came crashing down.

"boom!"

The sound was very short.

The old woman's body fell to the side, scattering her prayer beads all over the ground, where they bounced and rolled in different directions on the concrete.

"I clearly said kill them, not sorcerers..."

This was the last thought in her mind before she lost consciousness.

"This kind of residue is the hardest to remove from your hands."

Fuheshchen withdrew his hand in disgust, shook it off, and then wiped it on his pants.

Then he turned around, his gaze sweeping over the remaining people at the top of the tower.

Short people, women, children, gloomy men, perverts, ugly people.

Isn't there a single strong opponent worthy of his attention?

Finally, Fuheshen's gaze settled on Huzhang, and the moment he saw Huzhang, a smile appeared on his lips.

Seeing that Fuheshen's eyes were fixed on him, Huzhang took two steps forward and stood in front of everyone.

His fists were clenched, and a pure sense of oppression pressed down on Fuhesh.

Itadori took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, and prepared to engage the enemy.

Fuheishen tilted his head, looked at his behavior which was no different from accepting a challenge, and laughed arrogantly.

"you."

Fuheshchen only uttered this one word before he moved.

The moment his foot pushed off the ground, a hole appeared in the concrete floor, and his right hand stabbed towards Haddō's neck. The movement was excessively simple.

Although the movements are simple, they are too fast.

As a result, Haddock's naked eye could only catch a blurry afterimage disappearing from its original spot and then appearing in front of him in the next instant.

"Varied--!"

Instinctively, Huzhang tilted his head back, and his body followed suit.

The fingertips brushed against the skin of his throat, the resulting air pressure causing his collar to flip back.

You can't let yourself be overwhelmed when facing such a strong opponent!

Urakyu gritted his teeth and, while leaning back, threw a right punch.

The curse power condensed on the fist, and the fist slammed into the center of Fuheishen's chest.

"boom."