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

Mashiro used a water control technique to sever the station's water pipes, causing a massive amount of water to rush onto the ground.

Water gushed from the ruptured pipe, splattering onto the scorching ground.

The moment the cold water touched the magma, it exploded into huge plumes of white steam, filling the entire platform with steam.

Mashiro stood in the mist, the ground beneath her feet still hot, but it was no longer like before when there was nowhere to even put her feet.

She gripped Cong Yu tightly; the blade still retained the cursed power absorbed when it pierced Lou Hu's palm.

The cursed power flowed down the hilt of the knife into her arm, like a warm current flowing into her injured body.

It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

"Water? I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve."

The sound of water leaking from the steam came from inside.

Mashiro didn't answer. She moved quickly under the cover of steam, her footsteps drowned out by the noise of the flowing water.

She circled around to Louhu's side and slashed at his waist with a burst of rain.

The moment the blade passed through the steam, Louhu turned around.

His single eye glowed a dark red in the mist, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

He didn't dare to catch it with his hands again, and squatted down, pointing the crater above his head at Mashiro's knife.

Cong Yu slashed at the flames erupting from the volcano. The flames were split open by the cursed power on the blade, but the force of the flames also blocked the blade's momentum.

Mashiro sheathed her sword and changed her move, slashing upwards from below.

Louhu jumped back, his toes barely touching the ground before bouncing back, and his right fist, dripping with lava, slammed towards Mashiro's face.

Mashiro dodged to the side, her fist grazing her ear as it struck, lava splattering onto the wall behind her and burning a hole in it.

As she turned her head, she placed her left hand on Lou Hu's wrist, using his arm as a fulcrum to rotate her entire body, while her right hand slashed at his neck from the side with Cong Yu.

"Your moves are quite agile!"

As Lou Hu spoke, he pulled his neck down, and the blade grazed the edge of his head.

As he shrunk his head, he slammed his palms on the ground, and a ring of fire exploded outwards from beneath his feet.

Mashiro was hit on the calf by the fire ring and was pushed several steps away.

She steadied herself and gripped the knife again, another ring of burn marks appearing on her calf.

The steam slowly began to dissipate, and the water remaining on the ground was reheated into steam by the heat of the magma, causing the temperature on the platform to rise again.

Louhu stood in the center of the platform, the ground around his feet beginning to turn red again, his one eye fixed on the knife in Mashiro's hand.

“That knife,” he said, “would destroy a part of the cursed spirit’s body if it cut into it, and it could also absorb cursed power to feed back to you. I remembered it when you cut me in half last time.”

"So I won't let you run into me again."

As soon as he finished speaking, his palm sprayed out a series of jets.

One after another, pillars of fire came crashing down, faster than before.

Mashiro dodged quickly on the platform, while the fire pillars followed her movements.

She leaped over a pillar of fire, and as she landed, another pillar of fire was already in front of her.

She used the rain to cleave the pillar of fire, and the flames split from both sides of the blade.

The pillar of fire had just been split open when Louhu rushed in front of her.

He's no longer just setting fires from a distance; he chooses to get close when Mashiro is cornered by the pillars of fire and can't change direction.

The right fist slammed down from above.

Mashiro didn't have time to dodge and used the blade to parry.

The fist slammed into the side of the knife, the impact sending her sliding backward.

Her heels left two ripples on the water-splattered ground.

Lou Hu caught up and threw a left punch.

Mashiro blocked with the blade again, but her fist avoided the blade and slammed into the same spot, making her wrist go numb from the impact.

Then came the third punch. Louhu's fist slammed into Congyu's blade repeatedly, each punch carrying the force of magma.

Mashiro's wrist went from numb to painful, and from painful to the point where she could barely hold the knife.

Lou Hu had this idea in mind, wanting to make her unable to hold the knife.

She gritted her teeth and, just as Lou Hu was about to throw another punch, suddenly withdrew her knife and turned to the side, causing his fist to hit the air.

Then, before Louhu could retract his fist, she rammed her head into his face.

His forehead bumped into Louhu's nose.

Louhu was caught off guard and his nose was knocked backward.

He covered his nose with his hand, and Mashiro took advantage of the moment to stab him in the abdomen from below.

Lou Hu looked down and saw the tip of the knife, then bent his body backward.

The knife tip pierced his clothes, almost touching his skin.

As Louhu arched backward, he kicked Zhenbai in the chest, sending her flying.

Mashiro's back slammed into the train wreckage, leaving a dent in the metal body.

She used her hands to support herself as she stood up from the train behind her, her chest aching from where she had been kicked.

Lou Hu rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. There was no blood on the bridge of his nose, but the sudden movement had indeed startled him.

“I didn’t expect you to headbutt it,” he said, his tone somewhere between sarcasm and surprise. “Looks like you’re really out of options.”

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Chapter 124 Battle Against Louhu (Part 3)

Mashiro propped herself up from the train wreckage, the spot in her chest where she had been kicked still throbbing.

She gripped Cong Yu's hand tightly again and took a breath.

There's bad news: to be honest, she doesn't have much magic power left.

The continuous battles consumed too much of their magical energy, and there was no source to replenish it.

However, there was some good news as well.

Mashiro stared at the Louhu not far in front of her, the rotation of the Dharma wheel above her head had slowly slowed down.

She has become quite accustomed to Louhu's attacks, so it will be easier for her to fight next.

Lou Hu stood opposite her, looking at the Falun above her head, a hint of wariness flashing in his single eye.

"what is that?"

Mashiro didn't answer, but instead leaped off the ground and charged forward, faster than before.

"Don't even think about it!"

Louhu cried out, and several pillars of fire shot towards Zhenbai from the front.

Mashiro dodged and weaved, instantly avoiding all the pillars of fire.

Adaptation not only means adapting to the opponent's damage, but also improving one's ability to deal with the enemy's attack methods.

Something's not right, nine out of ten things are not right!

Lou Hu frowned slightly, and he increased the frequency of his palm strikes, sending out one fire pillar after another.

Mashiro weaved through the pillars of fire, dodging left and right, finding gaps to squeeze through at the most improbable angles.

But that's not all; while dodging, she was also closing the distance.

"What kind of footwork is that?"

"Three thousand thunderclaps, you out-of-towners have never heard of that, have you?"

Mashiro snorted coldly, maintaining her speed as she rapidly approached Louhu.

"I'm from Tokyo! And where's the cringe-worthy element in this??"

"Thunder? It doesn't matter, just forget about it. Anyway, it's called Three Thousand Thunders."

"Bullshit!"

Louhu gritted his teeth and retreated while increasing his firepower.

However, the higher the density of the fire pillars, the lower the damage.

Mashiro moved among the pillars of fire, only pausing slightly when she was hit by one or two.

“That wheel on your head…” He looked up at the wheel on Masashi’s head, which was still slowing down, the pupil in his single eye contracting. “Is it adapting to my spell and attack rhythm!?”

Mashiro twirled the Murasame blade in her hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

"You just realized?" Mashiro scoffed.

Lou Hu fell silent. He clasped his hands together in front of him, and his palms lit up.

But this time he did not launch an attack immediately. He stood still, his one eye locked onto Mashiro, and his cursed power gathered in his palm.

The fire pillar shot out from the palm at a slower speed and was smaller in size than before.

But its color turned white, its temperature increased, and its penetrating power became stronger.

He began to seek ways to hit Mashiro without using firepower to cover her.

A pillar of fire grazed past Shiro's shoulder, scorching the paint on the wall behind her.

But it didn't have much effect; Mashiro continued to dodge as the rhythm changed.

"boom!"