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

A muffled thud was heard, but Fu Heishen's body remained completely still.

Itadori's pupils contracted. Although he wasn't using his full strength due to his posture, he shouldn't be unable to even step back!

Fuheshel looked down at the fist that had struck his chest, then looked up at Tiger Staff.

He laughed, raised his left hand, and threw a powerful punch.

Hadak had no time to dodge and used his left arm to block. The moment his fist collided with his arm, a tremendous force struck his body.

Itachi's arm struck his left cheek, sending him flying backward.

His shoes left two white marks on the cement ground before he crashed into the fence behind him and came to a stop.

Damn it, what kind of strength is that? My whole arm is numb!

Hu Zhang's arm was still trembling. He looked back at the railing, which he had smashed and deformed.

"Hiren!"

Zhang Xiang spoke anxiously, a flash of blood appeared at his fingertips, and the blood shot straight towards Fu Heishen's face.

Fuheshchen tilted his head slightly, and a column of blood grazed his ear, hitting the fence in the distance.

He didn't look back at Zhang Xiang, but walked towards Hu Zhang, his pace gradually quickening.

"If you want to fight, then continue!"

With a shout, Huzhang propped himself up from the deformed fence.

His left arm was still numb, so he shook it a couple of times and then clenched his fist again.

He grinned, but the swollen half of his face made his smile look a little crooked.

His body was telling him that he couldn't hold back this time.

He pushed off the ground and rushed back.

The power of the curse surged throughout his body. The moment Tiger Staff rushed in front of Fuhe Shen'er, he lowered his center of gravity, feinted with his left fist, and struck upwards with his right fist from below.

"boom."

A fist slammed into Fuheshel's chin, causing Fuheshel's head to tilt slightly upwards.

not enough!

With gritted teeth, Itsuji threw a second punch, then a third.

He threw punches from different angles, each punch imbued with magical power.

Fuheshen was no longer just taking the attacks; he used both hands to block them repeatedly, and the fists landed on his arms with a series of muffled thuds.

"Drink!"

Tiger Staff's final punch landed on Fuheishen's abdomen, and the magical power exploded violently, creating ripples that could be seen in the air.

Fu Heishen let out a muffled groan, took a few steps back, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You're very strong, but it's not enough!"

Fuheshen looked down at the gash in his abdomen and laughed ruthlessly.

He took two steps forward in an instant, his right hand forming a palm, his fingertips lightly touching the front of Tiger Staff's chest.

Before Tiger Cane could react, he suddenly exerted force, changing his palm into a fist, and struck him hard in the chest.

This is a one-inch punch!

Tiger Stick was hit so hard he lost his breath and flew backward, rolling several times on the ground.

He used his hands to pull himself up, flipped over like a carp, and wobbled to his feet to regain his balance.

Uruga coughed lightly twice, following his own breathing.

He stared intently at Fukushiro, so strong, but he didn't seem to have any magical power. Was he like Maki-senpai?

That's a great opportunity. He hadn't fully grasped what Mashiro had said about letting the body drive the thinking.

This is perfect for pure hand-to-hand combat!

Chapter 117 Fist to the Bone

"Yujin, I'm here to help you!"

Zhang Xiang was about to run over to help him, but Hu Zhang raised one hand to stop him.

"Don't come any closer, I'll hold this person off."

Huzhang knew that he was now facing a very difficult situation with Fuheshen.

He could retreat without a fight, focusing on resolving the crisis and leaving the formidable enemy to others.

"But that's the mindset of the weak!"

Itadori clenched his right fist and slammed it into his left palm, uttering the words Mashiro often said, "If we stop here, how am I supposed to catch up with them!"

"Hiren..."

“Go deal with the short one.” Tiger Rod stared at Fuheishen, his competitive spirit ignited. “You’ll only get in the way.”

Zhang Xiang watched Hu Zhang's retreating figure and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned around and faced Arisaka Jiro, who was leaning against the railing, with Bad Look and Blood Paint following behind him.

"Are you done?"

Fuhesh said with a smile that he did not make a move while Itadori was talking.

"Oh, thank you for not interrupting me."

Huzhang started walking forward and said loudly.

Fuheishen shook his head and went to meet him: "If you want to thank me, wait until you survive first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fu Heishen rushed over.

Before the sound of his feet crushing the concrete floor reached his ears, he had already closed in on Itsuji.

Fuheshchen swung his right fist in a wide arc and slammed it down from above.

The force of the punch landed first, pressing down on Huzhang's head and blowing his pink hair in all directions.

Tiger Stick neither retreated nor dodged; he swung his right fist upwards.

He's going to take it head-on!

The two fists collided in mid-air, and the loud bang echoed at the top of the tower.

His right arm was numb from his wrist to his shoulder, but this time he was not knocked back.

Fuhesh'er's fist was forcefully blocked and bounced back.

Yes, the difference isn't as big as you might think!

Huzhang shook his hand and got back into position.

Fuheshchen glanced at his slightly trembling fist, then at Huzhang, and the smile on his lips widened.

His eyes narrowed, and he swept his left leg out, his calf whistling as it swept towards Itara's knee.

Huzhang didn't look down; he didn't even know how he had reacted.

His leg had already risen before Fuhesh's leg swept over, blocking the blow head-on.

The two legs collided, and a sharp pain shot through Huzhang's leg, but he used the force to move half a step to the side and then used his right elbow to strike Fuheishen's temple.

Fuheshel raised his hand to block, and his elbow struck Fuheshel's arm.

The muscles in his arm tensed up at the moment of impact, dissipating most of the force.

Before Itachi could retract his arm, his left fist had already thrown out—a rapid straight punch aimed at Fuheshchen's chin.

Fuheshen strained his muscles, preparing to take the blow head-on, and used one hand to strike at Itajō's side.

Don't underestimate me!

With a roar, Itachi's left fist surged with dense magical power, the blue power being covered by black lightning.

"【Black Flash】!!!!!"

"what?!"

Fuheshchen's head was knocked to the side by the punch, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

"I have mastered the core of physical techniques!"

Huzhang took a step back, slightly out of breath, and laughed excitedly.

This is what Mashiro-nee meant by "the body drives the mind"!

His eyes caught the slightest movement of Fuhesh'er's body, and his body could judge on its own how he was going to attack!

Because the brain is under less strain than before, it can focus more on controlling the spell power, and even the Black Flash is easier to unleash than before!

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing his words, Fuheshchen felt as if his dead memories were about to surge back.

He coughed lightly twice and slowly stood up.

Although Itajō's Black Flash attack has high attack power, it's not like he can't withstand it.

Seeing that Fuheshen had stood up again, Huzhang gave him no time to catch his breath.

He leaped forward, and when he was two steps away from Fuheshel, he suddenly changed direction.

He stepped his right foot to the left and twisted his body to get to the side of Fuheshen.

Fuhesh'er's eyes followed this step, but his body hadn't had time to fully turn around.

Itachi's fist came from the side and hit him in the lower back.

"boom."

Tiger Rod's fist landed solidly, and Fuheshen's body swayed.

But he won't remain silent and retaliate.