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

There were even more in the buildings further away, but their magical power could only be sensed; they hadn't actually appeared.

No one stepped into the area of ​​the crossroads.

Mashiro placed her hand on the hilt of the knife and gently pushed it with her thumb, revealing a small section of the silver-white blade.

Aren't you coming?

Mashiro's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to reach everyone's ears in the deathly quiet neighborhood.

She waited for several seconds, but no one responded.

It seems everyone wants to wait for others to test the waters first before they decide what to do.

Mashiro scanned the area and found only about ten people.

No rush, let's wait another half hour until all the small fry arrive before we slaughter them.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowardly bastards."

Mashiro snorted coldly and closed her eyes again.

As time passed, more and more magical energy fluctuations appeared around them; roughly speaking, there were about thirty of them.

"almost."

Mashiro opened her eyes and shouted loudly, "What are you still hesitating for? Are all the warlocks these days just like you?"

The surrounding magical energy began to fluctuate; it seemed someone was about to lose control.

Then she'll add fuel to the fire.

"The game has been open for two days now, and all you guys do is hide your heads and tails."

Mashiro raised Murasame, moved slowly, and pointed around, "Planning to hide until others have enough points to add rules and get out? That's the mindset of a weakling!"

Mashiro tilted her head slightly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Although her wings obscured her eyes, the curve of her lips was clearly visible. "Looks like you're not swimmers, you're turtles."

A murderous intent erupted from the second floor of the convenience store on the left front.

The glass window shattered from the inside, and shards were still flying in the air when the person jumped out.

He is slim and moves very quickly.

The cursed power enveloped his legs, and a significant portion of the second floor was broken off by his feet.

He charged straight at Mashiro.

"That's more like it!"

Mashiro burst out laughing, raising both hands high above Murasame, "After waiting so long, my enthusiasm was about to die!"

Chapter 163 Unrivaled Grass-Cutting

He rushed into the area within five meters of the fountain, moving left and right, and quickly approached Mashiro.

Mashiro's gaze began to follow him.

"call!"

The sound of wind came, and Challenger One raised its right leg and swept it towards her side.

Melee type?

Mashiro's smile grew even more arrogant as she unleashed a torrent of swords at his attacking leg, shouting, "One slash, two cuts, Ruyi Divine Sword!"

Challenger One revealed a triumphant smile, and with a flash of magical power in his leg, his entire leg turned into iron!

He was going to block the slash and then kick her away!

But the next moment, with a "plop," the entire leg was dislocated.

Mashiro scoffed and kicked him back to the convenience store entrance.

"what!"

He crashed to the ground, screaming in agony.

"I already said we'd cut ties completely."

Mashiro turned her head, ignoring Challenger One, and shouted to the onlookers, "Is nobody here?"

"Ahhhh!"

Challenger One yelled and charged forward on one leg.

"Ugh."

Mashiro tilted her head to the right, dodging the attack.

"Is that all? I'm so disappointed."

"Shut up!!"

Challenger One was relentless and continued its pursuit.

Mashiro jumped back a small step, landing two steps away.

With a light and agile movement, she jumped away while freeing her hand to brush aside the white hair that had been ruffled by the wind.

"Aaaaaah, die!!!"

After two air strikes, the man used his last bit of strength to jump up and slam down from a great height.

He clenched his fists together, and the cursed power transformed into steel on his knuckles.

"Oh?"

Mashiro raised an eyebrow, looking at Challenger One in the sky, "Although you are weak, your spirit in the face of the strong is commendable."

She didn't intend to dodge the attack, and swung her knife upwards, saying, "I'll remember you for a while longer, hmm, until I've cleared out all those small fry, how about that?"

Cong Yu pierced through the opponent's fists, the tip of the knife went into his chin, and came out from the back of his neck.

The action of sheathing the sword was faster than the action of drawing it; the blade withdrew from his body, leaving a thin line of blood.

The body fell from mid-air, crashed onto the edge of the fountain, rolled twice, and then tumbled into the pool, staining the pool red with blood.

"Killed one swimmer, gained five points, current score: fifteen points."

The beetle's broadcast lingered briefly above the quiet intersection before dissipating.

Mashiro flicked the blood off her knife. "Don't you want my points?"

Upon hearing Mashiro's words, the onlookers' breathing became heavy.

"You know the rules."

Mashiro looked at the greedy expressions on the faces of the people and sneered, "If you want it, you'll have to come and take it yourself!"

The silence lasted for about three seconds.

Then, starting from an unknown direction, several waves moved together as if they had planned it.

The encirclement is tightening.

There's no need to count; there are at least eight malicious entities within the perception range.

She laughed: "This is finally starting to get interesting."

The first two people to fall were those who jumped from the rooftop.

Number Two has completely covered its forearm with a layer of hardened soil, as thick as a stone.

It flew down and slammed towards Mashiro, who dodged the stone fist to the side, and Murasame then thrust at his ribs.

Before the blade even touched Number Two, the flames emitted by Number Three pressed down from the right.

Are you playing with fire in front of her?

Mashiro sneered, ignoring the flames on the right, and thrust Murasame into Number Two's body.

"what?"

Number Two clearly hadn't expected that Mashiro had no intention of dodging the flames. He gritted his teeth and reached out with both hands to grab Mashiro beneath him.

"You are already dead."

Mashiro's incantation power surged, and his tone was icy, "【Shūrei Incantation】".

A wave emanated from the rain and spread into the interior of Number Two.

Number Two's entire body continued to swell, and then with a "pop," it exploded into countless blood clots in agony.

Blood splattered everywhere, but was blocked by Shiro's water control, and then condensed into countless blood droplets in the air in front of him.

A melee fighter wielding a cursed blade charged at her, faster than she had anticipated.

"Let's try out this new trick on you."

Mashiro chuckled and casually extinguished the fire sorcerer's flames. "【Red Water Manipulation Technique - Supernova】".

Just like academic papers, even if it's plagiarism, there must be something original!

After all, Mashiro doesn't know the Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique; she only knows how to control water.

The next instant, the compressed blood in front of her was sprayed out in all directions like a shotgun.

The remaining seven people collapsed instantly, lifeless.

"not bad."

Mashiro glanced around, stroked his chin, and said, "Although I didn't plan to kill them all, I'm afraid they won't dare to come now."

Her crimson pupils swept across the shadows of the surrounding buildings; those people hiding in the dark were still there.

The fluctuations in magical energy were at least twice as strong as before, attracting even more players with ulterior motives.

She smiled and said, "There's an unexpected surprise."

The cursed power in the shadows retreated deeper into the alley, and the encirclement crumbled.

They were frightened by Mashiro's performance.

"Want to run?"