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

Fuheshen turned around, grabbed Huzhang's arm with his right hand before he could retract it, and punched him with his left fist.

Huzhang's arm was being held by him, and he couldn't pull it back.

But his body reacted before he could even think; instead of struggling, he slammed forward in the direction he was being grabbed.

His shoulder rammed into Fuhesh'er's chest, while his knee simultaneously slammed upwards, striking his abdomen.

Fuheishen instantly released his grip and dodged backward. Huzhang's knee grazed his abdomen without hitting him.

But his center of gravity shifted when he dodged.

"watch out!"

Tiger Rod's eyes lit up. Seizing the opportunity, he reached out with both hands to grab Fuheishen's shoulders and pull him down. At the same time, he jumped up and slammed his knee into Fuheishen's chest again.

His knee struck Fuhesh'er's crossed arms, the impact sending him staggering back a step, his shoes leaving two long white marks on the concrete.

Fuheshen stopped, lowered his arms to block, and the spot on his arm where Huzhang's knee had struck him was bruised and purple.

He watched Itadori, and the more intense the fight became, the more excited he became.

Hadji didn't notice the change in his expression; his body had entered some strange state.

His mind was devoid of tactics and thought; he couldn't even hear his own breathing.

His eyes automatically captured every tiny movement of Fuheshel, and his body automatically chose which way to dodge and which way to attack.

The brain can't keep up with Fuhesh's rapid pace, but the body can.

"interesting."

Fuhesh rushed forward even faster than before.

He stopped probing and threw several punches in succession, each punch pushing its speed and power to the limit.

The wind from the punches howled at the top of the tower, and Itajo could feel the vibrations generated when the air was pierced.

His body dodged, he turned his head to dodge the first punch, crouched down to avoid the second punch, and leaned back to avoid the third punch.

While making these moves, they were also looking for openings in their attack and constantly counterattacking.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of fists clashing echoed throughout Shibuya S Tower; this was a battle for true men!

"call!"

Just as Fuheshel threw another punch, Itadori's body found that opening.

Fuhesh'er's right fist was too fast, leaving the body unprepared for a moment as it turned to the side.

During this gap, Itsugi threw a punch with his right fist.

This punch was unlike any of the previous punches.

The moment the fist touched Fuheshel, time seemed to stretch out.

Itachi roared once more: "[Black Flash]!!!"

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Chapter 118 Study

"【Black Flash】!!!"

Tiger Staff's fist slammed into Fuheshen's face, and red and black arcs of electricity exploded on his fist.

Fuhesh'er's head was hit so hard it snapped to the side, and his body tilted to the side.

The impact of the black flash made him feel as if his bones were damaged, and he kept experiencing pain.

But this level of ability alone is not enough to defeat yourself!

Fuhesh'er's eyes gleamed. As he leaned to the side, he took a large step to regain his balance.

Then, in the brief moment when Huzhang retracted his fist, he grabbed Huzhang's wrist with his other hand.

"hateful!"

Huzhang's pupils contracted as he tried to break free from Fuheishen's grasp, but he failed.

"boom!"

Fuhesh pulled hard, shifting Huzhang's center of gravity, and then slammed his other fist into Huzhang's face.

Huzhang tilted his head back, and blood splattered from his nose onto his clothes.

"Black Flash is really powerful, but unfortunately I don't have the power of magic to use it."

Fuhesh said with a smile, without letting go of his wrist, and quickly punched Itachi's face again and again.

"This is back to you!"

Just as Tiger Stick caught his breath and tried to block with his arm, Fuheishen pulled him toward him and slammed his knee into Tiger Stick's abdomen.

"Cough cough!! Ugh..."

Huzhang's body arched, the contents of his stomach surged up, but he forcefully pushed them back down.

"It's not over yet, catch!"

Fuheshen released his wrist and delivered a flying kick to Tiger Staff. Then, as Tiger Staff retreated, he continued to attack, finally landing a punch on his side of the face.

Tiger Stick flew sideways, gliding in the air for a moment before crashing to the ground, scraping several meters after landing.

Even using Black Flash twice couldn't beat him...?

His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurring violently.

He used his right hand to support himself on the ground, lifting himself up and kneeling on one knee, panting.

Blood dripped from the nose onto the ground, splattering a small patch of dark red on the cement surface.

Fuheshen walked over, his steps unhurried.

When he reached Tiger Staff, he looked down at Tiger Staff struggling to stand up, and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. It was a wound caused by Tiger Staff's Black Flash.

“Black Flash is indeed impressive.” He wiped the blood from his hands on his pants. “But your strength is still insufficient.”

Tiger Stick looked up at him; blood was still flowing from his right nostril.

"Oh."

Urakko chuckled, rubbed his nose with his shoulder, and wiped the blood from his nose with his clothes.

Then he slowly stood up, his knees still trembling slightly, but he clenched his fists and straightened his posture.

"Why are you still standing up? What is your reason for fighting?"

As Fuheishen watched him struggle to his feet, a smile returned to his lips. "You...aren't you afraid of death?"

The reason for fighting? Fear of death?

Tiger Rod stared at Fuheishen in front of him. His body told him that he couldn't continue fighting this person; if he did, he would die.

But so what? He had already felt fear when he faced a top-tier cursed spirit at the juvenile academy.

He had to grow up; it wasn't someone forcing him, it was a command he gave himself.

He had a premonition that if he continued to hide behind those two people, something he would regret would happen sooner or later.

He will regret why he wasn't stronger, and he will regret why he didn't play a role.

So now, he will not back down even a step, even if he faces death.

"Hahahaha!!!" Fuhe Shen'er looked at Huzhang, at the flames burning in his eyes, and laughed loudly.

"Yeah, the reasons don't matter!" he shouted, striding forward and launching an even fiercer attack on Itajō. "Want to defeat me? Then push your limits!"

"Bang bang bang bang."

A barrage of attacks came, and Itajiro barely managed to parry them.

He gritted his teeth, feeling that this time his speed and power were even greater than before.

But this doesn't mean that Itadori's reaction has slowed down; it means that Fuheshner has increased the intensity to another level.

Itachi's body was still automatically dodging, but each time he dodged, Fuheishen's next punch was already at the position he had dodged.

He anticipated Hojo's dodge!

Tiger Stick was punched in the shoulder, causing his body to lean back sharply. The next punch hit his blocking arm, which was deflected, exposing an opening.

He punched him in the ribs again, and Itachi grunted and staggered back.

"Whoosh..."

Itachi took a breath and, despite being constantly attacked, he smiled.

That's right, he wasn't just passively taking hits; he was learning Fuheshen's fighting style, just like he had learned from Todo before!

The next second, Fuheshchen cut in from his side and punched him in the chest.

Huzhang took two steps back again, his heels hitting the dent in the ground where he had been stepped on, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward.

Fuheshel seized the opportunity, pressing down on Huzhang's body with his right hand and forcing him to retreat.

Hu Zhang retreated step by step, his back slamming against the concrete wall at the top of the tower, causing several cracks to appear in the wall behind him.

"You learn very quickly, but it's not enough!"

Fuheshel pinned him against the wall, making it difficult for him to move.

Tiger Stick grabbed Fuhesh'er's wrist with his left hand and tried to pry it outwards, but he couldn't.

He slapped Fuheshel's face with his right hand, but Fuheshel turned his head back to dodge, loosening his grip slightly.

"Really? Then you'll have to watch!"

Tiger Stick seized the opportunity, grabbed Fuheishen's wrists with both hands and twisted them outwards, his body twisting dramatically in the air as he kicked at Fuheishen.