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

"Mashiro-nee, I've improved quite a bit now."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll beat Su Nuo up without hesitation."

Mashiro gave a soft snort, and her magical power condensed on her fist.

"That's true."

Haddock lowered his center of gravity, clenched his fists, and concentrated his magical power in them. "Then I won't hold back."

"Don't make your sister, Zhenbai, laugh."

Mashiro stretched out her right hand and beckoned to him, "Bring it on."

Tiger Stick pushed off the ground and charged forward, his feet leaving a shallow crater in the grass.

He instantly appeared in front of Mashiro and slammed his right fist at her from the front.

"Good timing!"

Mashiro gave a soft shout, and his right hand also formed a fist, meeting the fist head-on.

"boom!"

A massive shockwave erupted between his fists, flattening the nearby lawn.

"Again!"

Mashiro threw another punch, and Itadori was not to be outdone. The two continued to exchange blows in the center of the training field.

But after all, his opponent was Itadori, and each of his punches was more powerful than Mashiro's.

Mashiro was very surprised. Others might not understand how terrifying Itajima's growth had become, but she knew it clearly.

Because the Falun above her head had just secretly spun around once!

After adapting, his strength became even greater. Mashiro threw a powerful punch, knocking Itadori back a step.

"As expected of Sister Shiro."

Itachi lowered his head, looking at the slightly trembling hands, and said admiringly.

"But that's not all I'm about!"

No sooner had Tiger Rod finished speaking than he attacked again in the next instant.

Mashiro turned to the side, her fist grazing past her ear.

As she turned to the side, she grabbed Huzhang's wrist with her right hand and pulled him to the side using his momentum.

Huzhang, caught off guard, lost his balance and stumbled.

But he quickly regained his balance, without pulling back his fist, and slammed his left fist down into Mashiro's abdomen.

Mashiro pressed down on his arm, flipped her body upwards, and her fist missed its mark.

Mashiro also flipped behind him and gently kicked him in the back of the knee.

"Ouch."

Itadori almost tripped and quickly took two steps forward. "Why did Mashiro-nee kick here?"

"Steaming buns, aren't you using the utensils?"

Mashiro smiled slightly, "Since returning from Shibuya, your attacks have become more methodical."

"I fought a Heavenly Curse and learned a lot."

Itadori scratched his head, his tone a little embarrassed: "Although I got beaten up pretty badly."

"Be proud, you're strong."

Mashiro chuckled and, without hesitation, revealed Gojo Satoru's dark history: "That Ten-Yu Curse-Binding is incredibly ruthless; Gojo Satoru almost fell into his hands."

If Gojo Satoru has an opinion, he will express it; if he doesn't, it means he has no opinion.

"Even Teacher Gojo?"

Itachi paused for a moment, then he noticed another point in the true words: "Fuheishener?"

"Correct."

Mashiro nodded, unable to suppress a smile. "Fukuguro Jinji, Fukuguro Megumi's biological father."

Chapter 157 The Truth

Huzhang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Really?"

"real."

Mashiro nodded, almost unable to contain her excitement at Itadori's expression.

But even when facing Su Nuo, she didn't break down. She easily kept her composure at such a minor level, and even kept her mouth shut.

Mashiro looked at Itajimaru, who was deep in thought, and smiled helplessly. "You know that's a spirit summoning technique. Fukushige is long dead."

"I see..."

Huzhang nodded, barely managing to let it go.

"Never mind Fuheishen'er."

Mashiro struck a pose again, "I'm going to use a spell now."

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Itachi's expression darkened.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

Mashiro slightly bent her knees, leaped into the air, put her hand to her mouth, and a huge fireball hurtled towards Itadori.

"Mashiro-nee, isn't that a Naruto technique?!"

Itachi loudly complained, unleashing a massive surge of magical power that slammed into the fireball.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the fireball was smashed apart by Tiger Staff, bursting into fireworks in the air.

"really?"

Mashiro watched the fireworks fall to the ground and smirked.

You mean someone smashed open the leaky fire with their fist?

Oh ho ho, that's an exaggeration.

Before Mashiro landed, Itachi had already readjusted his center of gravity and caught up with her in one stomp.

A rapid three-punch combo, with almost no gap between each punch.

Mashiro dodged the first two punches by sidestepping, and blocked the third punch with her arm.

"boom."

Mashiro's arm went numb from being hit.

The moment Itadori's third punch was blocked, he spun halfway around and kicked Mashiro's knee from the side with his right foot.

Want revenge? You're still a little short!

"【untie】!"

Seeing Itadori's absurd physical abilities, Mashiro didn't think that the spatial rift could harm Itadori in any way.

Even if she is injured, she can be healed through non-action.

What? You're saying that there's a hidden evil spirit in the body of the Japanese knot, so it can't be transformed by non-action?

It doesn't matter, just forget about it.

Su Nuo is probably trying to avoid her right now.

"!"

Tiger Rod was startled. He knew the power of this thing inside Su Nuo's body and dared not accept it casually.

He suddenly pulled back his strength, and his body flipped halfway through the air.

His right hand braced against the ground as he landed, pressing even the grass into the soil.

"Your strength has increased a lot too. You couldn't have done that triple strike before."

"Hehe, Mashiro-nee, please praise me a little more."

Itachi chuckled, scratching his head, but then charged forward again.

This time it's a combination move: a left punch to feint, followed by a right punch slamming down from above.

You're still trying to get attention by pretending to be a Tang Dynasty official, Hisahito Itadori. I never thought you could go to such lengths!

Mashiro gritted her teeth and dodged the left punch to the side, while the right punch grazed past her chest.

She slapped Huzhang's shoulder with her backhand.

Tiger Staff did not dodge; he took the blow head-on with his shoulder, which slumped slightly.

Mashiro's palm strike felt like hitting a rock, but her purpose wasn't the palm strike itself, but rather physical contact.

"【eight】!"

"What!?"

Itachi was caught off guard; he never expected that Mashiro had not only copied the [解], but also the [捌]!

Multiple spatial rifts struck Tiger Staff directly, instantly creating several bloody gashes from which blood flowed.

Itachi finally broke free, jumped back and said, "Mashiro-nee, your move is almost identical to Sukuna's."

"Are you alright?"

Mashiro withdrew her hand, wondering if she had gone a bit too far in their sparring.

"It's okay, it's okay, my body is much stronger than before!"

Huzhang patted his chest; the bleeding from his wounds had stopped thanks to his recovery.