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

"Click".

Zhenyi groaned, and the dagger slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out in pain, her eyes fixed on him.

"You two are still as weak as before."

Naoya looked down at her face, which was contorted with pain: "Originally, only her face was worth looking at, but now even that's gone."

"You bastard! What do you take your family for?!"

Huzhang gritted his teeth, his body resisting the binding force of the spell.

Each incorrect action results in a one-second freeze.

But he didn't care, and forcibly corrected his movements frame by frame.

"family?"

Naoya released Mayi's wrist, turned around and took a few steps toward Itadori.

Zhenyi staggered backward and fell to the ground.

"Of course they're all useless, a burden that drags me down."

Naoya glanced back at Mai and Maki on the ground, his contempt only growing: "As for women, it's even more so!"

"This is how you see your family? But it's a different story in my eyes."

With his anger surging, Itachi's cursed power erupted. "Since that's the case, then I can't lose to someone like you."

"Really? This isn't a shonen manga; you can't win with just that."

Naoya didn't seem to care much, and stretched his body a bit. "Let me teach you properly."

"No, this is the end."

A light, ethereal voice came from above, accompanied by a tremendous magical power and terrifying pressure.

"Who goes there!"

Naoya felt a gust of wind pressing down from above.

He jerked his head up as something fell from a great height, creating a gust of air.

Two people stood under the moonlight.

On the rooftop of a tall building directly opposite the narrow alley, two figures stood side by side.

The moon hung directly behind them, casting a silvery-white glow on their silhouettes.

The night wind blew up the dust from the rooftops, creating a thin layer of luminous mist in front of the moon.

On the left is Shiro, whose long, silvery-white hair shimmers in the moonlight.

Two white wings covered its eyes, obscuring its expression.

Cong Yu hung at his waist, his left hand casually resting on the hilt of the knife.

He raised his right hand, his index finger pointing at the moon, his stance resembling thunder.

A deer stood before her, and her gorgeous magical girl outfit shone brightly in the moonlight.

The black skirt swayed gently on the outside of her thighs, and the flowing sleeves stretched into two pink and white ribbons in the night breeze.

She squatted on the rooftop, an iron bar across her neck, her hands resting on it.

A burst of rousing background music drifted from the top floor, echoing through the night.

All the pursuers stopped moving, and Naoya's hand remained suspended in mid-air, forgotten to be lowered.

Itachi stared at his sister, who was striking a thunderbolt pose above her head, his mouth slightly agape.

They actually made it! What an impressive entrance!

As expected of Mashiro-nee, she can easily do what he wants to do but can't!

"Mashiro-neechan, so cool!"

Mashiro's lips couldn't help but curl upwards as she took out her phone from her pocket and turned off the music.

She said to the fawn, who was too ashamed to move, "Then watch carefully, I'm going down first."

The little deer silently stood up, nodded, and looked dazed.

It's so embarrassing, but why does my body tremble the moment I hear "so handsome"?

Does she like this feeling too?

Ignoring the deer who was caught between shame and pleasure, Mashiro jumped down.

Naoya snapped out of his daze, squinted at Mashiro, and then looked at the little girl in the strange clothes above him.

"You're Kujo Mashiro?"

His face was grave, and his body told him that he absolutely couldn't win and he had to run.

This person's posture alone is terrifyingly strong!

"Yes."

Mashiro nodded, drew his sword Murasame, and walked forward step by step: "Zen-in Naoya, as the high-level commander-in-chief, I am here to formally inform you."

“The Zen family is hereby expelled from the family, effective from this moment on.”

"What did you say?"

Naoya's face twisted in pain. "How dare you!"

Mashiro didn't look at him, but turned to look at Itadori and Maki.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's alright."

Mashiro nodded and turned to look at Zenji Naoya.

"The Zen family's top sorcerers have all come out in force, right?"

The sound reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"That saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one. Let's start cleaning now."

Then came the flames.

Crimson flames spread from Cong Yudao's body, pouring into the narrow alley and surrounding everyone.

Mashiro's figure transformed into a silvery-white ghostly shadow amidst the flames.

The head of the first pursuer spun halfway through the air before falling to the ground.

Cong Yu's first strike was a horizontal slash, the blade cutting across the throats of two people from left to right, so fast that blood didn't even have time to splatter.

The two pursuers covered their necks, and muffled bubbling sounds escaped from between their fingers.

His knees bent at the same time, and he fell face down to the ground.

The second cut was made by flipping the knife upwards, piercing through the chin, the upper palate, and exiting from the top of the head.

The action of drawing the knife was faster than the stabbing, and the silvery blade withdrew from the head without a drop of blood.

With a third sideways sweep, Cong Yu drew an arc of light in mid-air, slicing the two men who rushed at him at the same time in half.

While his upper body was still propelled forward by momentum, his lower body had already fallen to the ground.

Huzhang clenched his fist and didn't move.

"Itadori, Maki and Mai are yours. Take them out."

Without even turning his head, Zhen Bai cut down another person.

There was a dotted line on the man's clothes, and Zhenbai casually cut along the dotted line.

Itadori nodded, picked up Maki and Mai, and retreated out of the alley.

Mayi's hands were still trembling; she was so grateful to have escaped death.

For some reason, an impulse welled up inside her, and she gripped Maki's wrist tightly.

Maki glanced back at her, said nothing, pulled her wrist out of her hand, and grabbed her hand in return.

Mashiro glanced back and a smile appeared on her lips.

I'm totally smitten.

The little deer was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, its legs dangling in mid-air.

She rested her chin on her hands, her pink and white sleeves fluttering lightly, rising and falling gently in the night breeze.

The iron rod leaned against the side, and the electric arc moved back and forth idly along its body.

She watched as Mashiro chopped vegetables among the crowd in the narrow alley below.

The silver light of the rain weaved back and forth among the black kimono-clad figures, each flash taking a life.

Mashiro's figure appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, like a ghost, with a deadly beauty.

"Not a single one can escape..."

The little deer muttered and repeated Mashiro's command, then looked down at her hands.

My fingers were white and tender, and an electric arc jumped across my fingertips.

"Crackling sound".

It hit the door next to it, leaving a small scorch mark.

My hands are itchy, so very itchy.

That damned Kujo Mashiro! She went down there to mow down the grass while she could only watch.

What kind of torture is this?!

The little deer sighed, buried her face in her arms, the pink fabric covering her entire face, leaving only her two buns swaying gently in the air.

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