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

Space cutting + Chuling spell!

A spatial rift appeared at Louhu's waist, leaving only a small opening.

"Hmph, is that all you've got?" Lou Hu sneered.

“Resonance.” Mashiro’s lips curled up slightly.

The space within the small wound on Louhu's body vibrated rapidly, and countless sharp spikes suddenly emerged, severing Louhu in half at the waist.

Lao Hu, the plane crashed.

Mashiro quickly arrived at the crash site of Louhu and watched the Special Grade Cursed Spirit crawling away into the distance.

"Shh."

The rain pierced through, pinning it to the ground and continuously absorbing its magical power.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Louhu shouted, feeling the rapidly draining magical power within her body. "Didn't you want to experience the domain expansion again?"

"Put the knife away, and I'll give it to you right now!"

Hearing its pleas for mercy, Mashiro sighed softly, "It doesn't matter, just forget about it. You can go die now."

Chapter 31 Flower Imperial

Just as Mashiro was about to exorcise the leak, a dark shadow shot towards her from the depths of the forest.

It wasn't some kind of magic technique; it was a hand.

A pale arm flew out of the woods, its five fingers spread wide, with five thin bone spurs emerging from the fingertips, aimed straight at Zhenbai's face.

It was moving so fast that by the time the shrill sound of the air tearing apart reached their ears, the hand was already right in front of them.

Mashiro's pupils contracted sharply; she didn't retreat, nor did she have time to.

He released the knife handle with his right hand, leaned his upper body back sharply, and the bone spur grazed the tip of her nose, severing a few strands of her silver hair.

At the same time, she raised her left hand and pulled Cong Yu out of Lou Hu's body, the silver-white blade slashing towards the severed arm.

The blade cut into the middle of my arm, but the sensation was strange.

It didn't feel like the jerky, jerky cuts into muscle and bone; instead, it felt like cutting into a piece of constantly deforming clay.

The hand changed shape after being slashed, the muscles sliding off the sides of the blade, allowing the rain to pierce through the middle of the arm.

Then the arm contracted violently and exploded open.

Each of her five fingers transformed into an independent tentacle, and the skin on her palm cracked open, releasing a dense mass of tiny bone needles that rained down on Shiro like a storm.

Mashiro used Murasame to knock away some of the spikes, and with a sweep of her right hand in front of her, a water wall unfolded.

The bone needle was pulverized into powder by the sound waves after hitting the water wall.

But the real purpose of that arm was not to attack her at all.

In those fractions of a second of Mashiro's defense, the fragments of the severed arm passed over her, reformed into a hand, and grabbed Ruko's charred remains.

The fingertips deform the moment they touch the coral, sprouting hooks that pierce the coral's skin and hold it firmly in place.

Then, ignoring Louhu's cries of pain, they quickly retreated towards the woods together.

“It’s a real person’s hand.” Mashiro recognized the owner of the hand.

Only that perverted madman could use his body like that.

She switched Cong Yu to her right hand, lowered her center of gravity, the ground beneath her feet cracked, and she chased after him.

At the edge of the woods, three figures emerged from the shadows.

The real man walked at the very front, his right arm severed at the elbow—the price for the hand he had just shot out.

Although he can also regenerate through non-action.

He smiled, his eyes curving into a strange arc. "Louhu, how did you end up pinned to the ground? Didn't you say you were going to kill Gojo Satoru? How come you're buried in the ground yourself?"

Louhu couldn't answer; it was still whimpering as it was dragged to the real person by the severed hand.

Hua Yu followed behind the real person, silently extending her arm.

Vines sprouted from its sleeves, quickly coiled around Louhu's body, and pulled it into its embrace. Tuogen was at the very back, its red skin pulsating in the moonlight.

“Three Special Grade.” Mashiro stopped, held his sword horizontally in front of him, and assumed a fighting stance.

Gojo Satoru walked up behind her, his hands in his pockets, standing casually.

Hanamichi's two branches swept past Gojo Satoru through the gaps in the branches without any extra movement.

Its arms suddenly split open, and a large number of vines surged out instantly. The end of each vine was rapidly deforming into a sharp wooden spearhead.

The density of the cursed power adhering to the surface of the spearhead is extremely high, far beyond the simple entanglement of vines.

Ten vine spearheads shot out simultaneously, each vine having a different flight trajectory.

The spearhead accelerated to its maximum speed and then split in mid-air, splitting into more tiny branches from the tip, forming a thorny net.

The remaining forces attacked from the left and right flanks.

In an instant, the ground was covered with splinters.

Hanami doesn't plan to fight them one by one. Instead, she wants to bring Gojo Satoru and Mashiro into her attack range at the same time, overwhelming them with numbers and creating as many openings as possible.

Gojo Satoru did not retreat. He pulled his finger out of his pocket and lightly drew it in the air.

The limitless spell was unleashed, and the vines stopped less than half a meter away from him.

The thorny net hung in mid-air, the sharp thorns at the ends of the branches dancing wildly on the boundless boundary, trying to bypass the invisible barrier.

The side of the gun head circled halfway and drilled into the ground, rapidly passing through the soil layer, and bursting out of the ground at Gojo Satoru's feet.

"Oh." Gojo Satoru looked down at the vines at his feet. "They came around from below, pretty clever."

He lifted his foot and stomped down, instantly pressing the vines into the soil and shattering them into pieces.

Hanami didn't stop. The moment the vines were suppressed, she launched even more vines, all of which turned towards Mashiro.

This is its real target.

Faced with the blue and silver entanglement, Mashiro did not choose to avoid it.

Click-clack.

She rushed towards the vines, and her left shoulder was pierced by the spearhead of a vine, but it did not cause any wound.

"What?" Zhenren looked at this scene in surprise. This was a top-level piercing attack. How could she, a level one, have such strong defense?

Mashiro picked up one or two vines, and flames carrying the will of the curse ignited, completing the creation of the flaming spear.

"Piercing Star Spear!"

Mashiro suddenly exerted her strength, and several flaming spears were hurled at Hanamichi.

Hua Yu dared not take the attack head-on. Instead, the real man suddenly rushed out, stretched out his arm, grabbed the end of the spear, and blocked the attack.

In an instant, Hua Yu did not choose to continue attacking, but instead grabbed the real person and pulled him back sharply.

The ground cracked, and four vines broke through the soil between the two, erecting a sturdy wooden barrier between Mashiro and Masato, temporarily separating them.

At the same time, its main body began to retreat rapidly, and its rooted legs grew in the opposite direction, shrinking back into a normal shape.

"???".

Although you can't understand the words, you can tell what it's going to do just by looking at its movements.

He withdrew the childlike smile from his face, jumped back two steps, grabbed Hua Yu's vines, and let them drag him deeper into the woods.

The outermost hull of the tugong (a type of water formation) deployed a barrier to try and withstand their attack.

Gojo saw through it at a glance, and he stretched out his finger, pointing it at Togen.

The technique is performed in a clockwise direction [Cang].

A dark blue-black gravitational sphere condensed at his fingertips, causing the earth's crust to crack and trees to fly.

The water barrier of the Tuogen was destroyed instantly, and what followed was their true form.

Hana was frantic when she saw this. As she retreated, she unleashed more vines, hoping to block the gravity of the blue sky.

Twenty, thirty vines burst forth from the ground, weaving layer upon layer of wooden walls in front of Mashiro and Gojo Satoru.

Each layer is woven together at different angles, with gaps between the vines less than one centimeter.

Mashiro didn't wait for Gojo Satoru's Sora to break through the barrier.

She pushed off with her right foot, circled around the vine-covered wall from the side, and twirled Cong Yu twice in her hand.

The Dharma wheel above her head spun rapidly, constantly adapting to various battlefield situations.

Hana-Gi-Oh isn't good at offense; its goal is to slow me and Gojo Satoru down, so its current counterattack must be very weak.

Mashiro's judgment was confirmed in the next second. As she rounded the last vine wall, Hanami had already thrown the Louhu to Tōgen and used half of her body to meet Mashiro.

Its left arm split open, growing in different directions from shoulder to fingertips, the vines twisting and coiling, forming a spiral drill.

Chapter 32 Escape

The drill-shaped vines stabbed straight at Mashiro, faster and at a more cunning angle than the previous spear-shaped vines.

The three drills attack simultaneously from the top, middle, and bottom, sealing off any escape routes.

Mashiro trusted her judgment and let the drill vines crash into her body.

He was hit in three places simultaneously: his left chest, abdomen, and right leg.

The drill vines begin to spin at high speed the moment they touch the skin, attempting to penetrate the defenses.

But just now, the spear-shaped vine hadn't caused a wound when it pierced her left shoulder, and it was the same now. The drill was spinning wildly on her skin, but it could only leave a few shallow white marks.

Hua Yu looked surprised, but it didn't have time to think about the reason.

Mashiro's defense increases continuously during battle, and the second hit of the same type of attack is always weaker than the first.

Mashiro grabbed the root of the drill vine with her backhand, and the curse power flowed backward from her palm, tracing the internal patterns and heading straight for Hanamichi's body.

Hanako abruptly severed the vines, and clear sap spurted from the cuts. The severed vines withered in Mashiro's hands.