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

The damage inflicted when Cong Yu strikes a cursed spirit will not disappear with regeneration; it will leave a residue in the cursed power circuit.

The more times you get cut, the more residue accumulates, and the greater the consumption for regeneration. Real people know this.

He jumped back, landing as he transformed his arms back into human arms, his fingers interlaced.

He needs to change his fighting style; he can't keep using close-range blocking to wear himself down.

Mashiro didn't pursue him.

"Is this the end? I might forget about you in the next second."

She stood still, switched Cong Yu to her left hand, and waved her right hand in front of her.

Three spatial rifts tore open simultaneously.

The first barrier appeared directly above him, the second blocked his escape route to the right, and the third cut towards his feet.

The edges of the crack gleamed with a silvery light, and the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground were sucked in by the crack and immediately cut into pieces.

The real person transformed their legs into a spring-like structure and launched themselves out, their body shrinking into a thin ribbon in mid-air as they passed through the gap between the three cracks.

He stepped onto the trunk of a tree, his five fingers digging into the bark to steady himself.

Flames poured out from the cracks, their color appearing dark red in the dim light inside the tent.

The flames transformed into a wall of fire, advancing from three directions, forcing people to jump down.

The real man let go and fell from the tree trunk, the wall of fire closing in on his head.

But when he landed, Mashiro was already waiting for him, and Murasaki swept in from the side.

The real person raised their hand, but the bone knife wasn't fully formed yet, so they could only use a half-formed bone piece to block.

The blade sliced ​​through the bone and removed a small piece of his skin, leaving a gray line immediately on the skin.

The person took two steps back. The gray lines on their hand did not spread, but they did not heal immediately either.

He tore off the piece of skin that had been cut off, along with the uncorrupted flesh underneath, and threw it aside.

New skin covered the wound again, and this time without interference, the healing speed returned to normal.

Mashiro watched his actions, deep in thought.

It seems that Zhenren is well aware that Cong Yu will use special attacks against him, and never takes them head-on.

He didn't give the remaining cursed power a chance to spread within his body; once he was cut, he would immediately remove the affected tissue and allow it to regenerate.

This method consumes a lot of magical energy, but compared to letting one's magical energy accumulate in the circuit and slow down the overall regeneration speed, it seems that the real person is willing to pay this price.

He's playing a war of attrition, dragging it out until she can't keep up.

"Your knife is still so troublesome." The real man flicked the torn skin scraps off his fingertips.

He squatted under the tree, pressing his fingers against the cut area; the new skin had already smoothed out.

Mashiro switched Murasame back to her right hand.

She looked at the real person, her wings obscuring her view, revealing no extra emotion.

The real fighter used the reverse of the Wuwei transformation during their last encounter.

The moment his fingers touched her skin, her soul was directly drawn by the external force, and she froze for nearly half a minute.

If she were to be hit by a reverse attack again in this encounter, even if Falun had already adapted from the previous attack and could shorten the stun time, the few seconds of space would be enough for a real person to do a lot of things.

Conversely, this reverse approach is also the most effective weapon for real people to stall for time.

A single strike can stun an opponent for five seconds, which is far more efficient than his current method of maneuvering with bone blades and bone shields.

But he never used it, why?

Is he waiting for some crucial moment?

The tip of the white knife was raised slightly by half an inch as she observed.

The man stood up from under the tree, spread his hands, interlaced his ten fingers again, and then separated them.

This time, he split his arms into six at the same time, shaping three into bone knives and keeping the other three as human arms.

Bone blades are arranged in a fan shape in front of the body for defense, while human arms hang at the sides, ready to transform at any time.

He walked towards Mashiro.

Their steps were light, making almost no sound as they moved on the dirt road. Six arms constantly adjusted their angles as they moved, the bone blades and human arms alternating positions.

As he approached, he stretched out a human arm, pointing his fingers at Shiro's shoulder.

Mashiro lightly touched the ground and stepped aside to let him pass.

The arm continued to extend without deforming, wrapping around her back and reaching towards her waist.

Mashiro used the back of her Murasaki sword to slap it away, while at the same time, three bone swords stabbed at her from the front.

She took a step back, and Cong Yu deflected the two bone knives in an arc in front of her.

There was also a cedar tree trunk piercing her back; the blade pierced the bark but was not pulled out, instead breaking off directly at the base of the bone knife.

The man discarded the knife, leaving it inside the tree trunk, and then he detonated it.

Chapter 67 Doubts

Mashiro's pupils contracted slightly as fragments of the bone knife blasted out of the tree trunk and splashed onto her back.

Mashiro did not turn back, using her water control and sound waves to create a barrier that blocked all the fragments.

Then he closed in, the Rain Blade becoming ethereal, passing through the real person's defense, and then solidifying again.

"What?" The real man suddenly retreated, his legs turning into antelope legs, instantly retreating three meters away.

The real person looked at the rain in Masashiro's hand with fear.

Transformation between the virtual and the real!

Her sword can change shape, allowing attacks to penetrate defenses.

He didn't know about this feature before, and almost suffered a great loss!

The real man took a deep breath and put all the bone knives away.

We now need to reassess our close-quarters combat tactics.

Mashiro turned around, and at her feet were fragments of bone knives, which were slowly turning to ash.

"What about your reverse form?"

She watched the man's retreating figure, her fingers tapping the hilt of her knife.

"Your melee combat is too ordinary. If you don't plan to use spells, today will be the day you die."

The real person stopped five meters away, and he restored all six arms to human arms. "My job is to hold you off. I can fight you all day long."

"Hmph, nonsense." Mashiro looked at him. "Your real purpose isn't Sukuna's finger and the cursed fetus?"

The man's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "You knew that too? Is there a traitor on our side, or is it just your intuition?"

"Both are possible, that's the answer." Mashiro smiled and said, "Don't underestimate my intelligence network."

Mashiro lifted Murasame to shoulder level, pointing the knife at Masato.

Then, in the next instant, it appeared in front of the real person.

"cut!"

The high-frequency vibrating rain slashed rapidly towards the real person.

He leaned his body to the side, and the white blade tip followed his turn to correct the direction.

The blade caught up with his shoulder in the first second, and the man shrugged down three inches to let the blade graz him.

The next second, Masashi continued his horizontal slash without stopping, chasing after him. Masashi bent his knees and his body almost touched the ground, allowing the blade to pass over his head.

In the third second, a spatial rift tore open beneath his feet, and he sprang up, flipping in the air as he braced himself with one hand.

As he flipped into the air, all six of the real man's arms transformed into bone knives, which he then hurled towards Mashiro.

"All you can do is dodge?!" Mashiro shouted coldly, and Murasame swept across in front of him quickly, severing all the bone swords in half.

Each half of the bone knife was plunged deep into the soil.

Then, while Masato was still in the air, Mashiro rushed towards the spot where Masato had landed.

The moment the real person landed, Mashiro had already arrived.

As the rain slashed down from above, the real man crossed his arms to form a bone shield and caught the blow.

The blade sliced ​​a crack in the bone shield, and the edges of the crack immediately turned grayish-white.

He pushed the bone shield forward and used the recoil to jump half a step backward.

The bone shield shattered in two the moment he let go, turning to ash upon hitting the ground.

The speed at which the real person replaced the arm was half a beat slower than before.

A fine layer of sweat seeped from the hairline below his forehead.

Mashiro attached flames to the Murasaki Blade.

The blade was enveloped in flames, and the cold white light of the blade turned dark red through the flames.

As the man watched the flames on her blade, he realized that his arms were almost ready to regenerate, with new fingers forming at the joints.

"What are you waiting for?" Mashiro said. "You don't need Domain Deployment or Reverse."

The real man did not answer; his fingers had already taken shape.

Mashiro held the flame-covered Murasame up in front of her.

She looked at his expressionless face and at his hands, which never adopted the reverse starting position.

"Are you waiting for an opportunity, or is there simply no opportunity at all?"

The light inside the tent grew brighter and brighter under the illumination of the flames.

The real man's face was half-lit and half-shadowed in the firelight, and his smile became even more exaggerated.

He didn't say a word.