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

He didn't use a ranged attack; instead, he crashed into the ground area of ​​Mashiro's domain.

The stone slab beneath his feet shattered under the intense heat. He charged across the broken slabs, his fists, dripping with lava, slamming into Mashiro's face.

This is a wise choice; Masashiro's automatic defense is not unbreakable.

High firepower exceeding defensive limits, high-density response unable to keep up, and close-quarters combat.

Because it also affects Mashiro herself, melee combat will not trigger the area's automatic defense.

Mashiro dodged to the side, his fist grazing her ear, the blast of air from the punch ruffling his hair.

Louhu's fist missed its mark, but he didn't stop. He immediately swept his arm across Zhenbai's neck.

"I have some good news for you. Although the guaranteed hit has been neutralized by your domain, I can still use spells in my own domain at will."

The moment his fist missed, Mashiro extended his right hand, fingers spread, aiming at Louhu's chest.

"So, that means it's possible!" Mashiro's eyes gleamed. "[Solution]!!"

This isn't a slow version of hitting meteorites; the replica [solution] within the domain can be generated instantly anywhere.

The spatial rift exploded instantly in front of Louhu's chest, slicing his rock armor into countless pieces of varying sizes.

The moment the rock armor shattered, the shockwave from the crack cut into the skin of his chest.

Louhu cried out in pain and took half a step back.

He quickly filled the cut skin on his chest with lava, while covering his entire body with rocks again.

He gritted his teeth, and lava gushed out of the wound, sealing the crack.

"asshole!"

He gritted his teeth and swept his right leg toward Mashiro's shoulder.

Chapter 127 Battle Against Louhu (Part 6)

Mashiro dodged to the side, and Louhu's sweeping leg grazed past her, the wind from the leg carrying the heat of magma.

As she dodged, she raised her left hand, and a wall of water rose from the ground to block Louhu's next attack.

The water wall exploded into steam under the heat of the magma. Before the steam had dissipated, Louhu's fist had already emerged from the steam.

Mashiro took a half step back, spreading her five fingers and aiming them at the direction of the fist.

"【untie】."

A spatial rift exploded on the fist, and Louhu's fist was cut by the rift.

But only the surface of the rock armor shattered, revealing the arms underneath.

After being reinforced, Louhu's rock armor is now much more defensively powerful than before.

The spatial rift only shattered the outer layer, without damaging the interior.

"Got you!"

Lou Hu sneered, not retracting his fist, but grabbing at the side with his other hand, a fireball compressed to an extremely small size condensing in his palm.

Has the rock's defensive capabilities been strengthened? That's troublesome.

Mashiro didn't have time to dodge; the fireball exploded beside her face, and the shockwave pushed her several steps away.

She steadied herself and wiped the side of her face that had been hit by the blast wave.

What's going on?!

Louhu looked at her in surprise.

He clearly saw his concentrated fireball hit the side of her face.

But she was completely unharmed; there wasn't even a trace of burns left on her.

Then his pupils contracted sharply, a terrible thought popped into his head, and he immediately looked up at the clock tower.

The large Falun continues to spin, and its speed is increasing.

What's going on? Since she's still spinning, she shouldn't have finished adapting yet!

But when his gaze shifted slightly downwards, he saw it.

Below the large Falun, several small Falun dials appeared out of nowhere.

There weren't many small Dharma wheels; they floated among the patterns on the tower's body, rotating just like the large Dharma wheel, but one of them had stopped.

"what is that?"

Louhu's single eye stared at the small Falun that had stopped.

Mashiro followed his gaze and glanced back at the clock tower before turning back to look at him.

A mocking smile curled at the corners of his lips: "Looks like you noticed."

“In my field, I can actively choose to adapt to several aspects.” She pointed to the small Dharma wheels floating below the clock tower. “Each of these little things that stops represents one of your abilities that I have adapted to.”

Louhu was silent for a moment: "What you just said about adapting... is it adapting to my flames?"

“You got it right.” Mashiro lowered her hand. “I’ve gotten used to your flames. You’re just a nobody now.”

Lou Hu clenched his teeth, clasped his hands together in front of him, and a pillar of fire shot out from his palms.

Mashiro chuckled and stood still.

The pillar of fire struck her head-on, and the heatwave spread in all directions.

Louhu continued its attack for several seconds before slowly stopping.

Mashiro stood in the same spot, completely unharmed.

She shrugged and said, "See? There's nothing you can do now. Just lie down and wait to die."

Lou Hu didn't speak, but just stared at her silently.

Mashiro shook her head and dashed off.

His body left a silvery-white afterimage in the air, and he was in front of Louhu in an instant.

Cong Yu slashed horizontally from left to right, the blade glowing with silvery-white magical energy.

Louhu raised his arm, covered in rock armor, to parry. The blade sliced ​​into the rock armor, cutting deep, but the reinforced rock did not shatter completely.

While parrying, Louhu clenched his fist and punched Mashiro.

The fist slammed into his shoulder with a dull thud.

Her body swayed slightly, but she did not move backward.

"I told you, you've run out of options." Mashiro slammed her knee into Ruko's stomach. "Time is about to accelerate!"

His knee slammed into the rock armor, and Louhu was knocked back half a step.

Mashiro chased after him, and Murasame slashed repeatedly, each time striking the rock armor on Louhu's arms and chest.

The leaky coral seeks opportunities to counterattack while on the defensive.

He seized the opportunity after Mashiro swung her sword once, and smashed her head with his right fist from the side.

"Useless, useless, useless!" Mashiro dodged and reset, then delivered another blow, slashing at the armor on his waist. "Use whatever other moves your domain has left!"

Lou Hu gritted his teeth. He slammed his palms on the ground, and lava exploded from the ground, forming a wall of fire between the two of them.

"Hahahaha! I'm going to chop you up, cut you in half, and mince you!"

Mashiro got more and more excited as the fight went on, laughing loudly as she passed through the wall of fire, raising Murasame high and slashing it straight at Louhu's head.

Louhu took several steps back, trying to get away from Zhenbai.

"Why are you running away?" Mashiro chased after him, much faster than the retreating Ruko. "Didn't you say you were going to kill me with all your might? Speak!"

The rain slashed down from above, and Louhu raised his arms to block, the blade striking the rock armor on which his arms were crossed.

The armor cracked, and the cracks extended from the cut to both sides.

Louhu's arms began to tremble under the pressure of the blade.

Mashiro pressed down on the blade, slowly cutting into the rock and getting close to her skin.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! I can't let that knife touch my body!

Lou Hu's legs sank two holes in the stone floor, and he put all his strength into his arms to withstand the pressure of the blade.

His body began to glow, and flames surged behind him, propelling him forward.

Mashiro felt the resistance beneath the blade increasing. "How long can you hold out? It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

She sheathed the blade as Louhu pushed it away, and then kicked him in the chest the instant he lost his balance.

Louhu was thrown backward, his back slamming into a pillar of lava.

He smashed the lava pillar, and the fragments fell into the lava, splashing up sparks.

Louhu lay on the ground, having already burned his curse power to its limit.

He looked at the unharmed Shiro, at the silver-white knife in her hand, and then at the clock tower.

The Great Falun is still turning, but its speed has gradually slowed down.

Then he heard it with his ears.

"Thump—!!!"

A bell rang.

A deep, heavy sound emanated from the top of the clock tower.

The sound of the bells echoed throughout the area, deafeningly loud.

The Great Falun has stopped.

The bells of the clock tower are still ringing.

Mashiro stood at the foot of the clock tower, silvery-white light flowing down from the top of the tower and enveloping her entire body.

She looked at Louhu lying on the ground in the distance, staring blankly at the clock tower with one eye, and said in a light but cold voice the words that made Louhu shudder.

"Time's up, game over."