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

The two were five meters apart, and the ground was covered with burning leaves, with thick smoke gradually rising upwards.

Mashiro rushed forward, and a rain of flames slashed into the spot where Masato had just stood.

The man fell backward, and the blade sliced ​​vertically across his face.

The flames burned up to his collar, and the edges of the fabric curled up and turned black.

He flipped backward, bracing himself with one hand, but before he could regain his balance, Mashiro's next slash swept in from the side.

He transformed his right arm into a bone shield to meet the attack.

The blade struck the shield, and flames splashed from the blade onto the bone shield, spreading downwards along the patterns.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the bone shield, with the edges of the cracks turning gray, as the special attack of the rain and the burning of the flames overlapped.

The real person released the bone shield and withdrew his arm. The shield shattered into several pieces before it even hit the ground, and the fragments turned to ash in mid-air.

"Tsk tsk, you really are a natural at controlling me."

He laughed and said there wasn't enough time to regenerate a new shield.

The white blade drew closer once more.

He jumped back, extinguishing a small patch of burning leaves as he landed, a wisp of white smoke rising from the sole of his shoe.

"I almost got my neck chopped off." The man touched the back of his head.

The hair was cut cleanly, with a little dust on it, and he pulled off the dusty ends as well.

After failing to break through for a long time, Mashiro began to get a little anxious.

The real person didn't care whether they could attack her or not, and remained in a defensive stance, so she couldn't finish her off quickly.

We can't rely solely on knives anymore; we need to catch them off guard!

Mashiro rushed forward and let go while he was blocking Murasame, letting Murasame be knocked away and impaled on a tree.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mashiro rushed into his arms empty-handed.

With his left hand, he grabbed the real man's right wrist, which was about to transform, and with his right elbow, he slammed it into his chest.

"cough!"

The real man groaned as he was struck by the elbow, his body bending backward.

His left hand instantly transformed into a bone knife and stabbed at Mashiro's side, but Mashiro did not dodge.

She used the momentum from the elbow strike to turn her body to the side, letting the bone knife glide past her waist.

The blade sliced ​​through the clothes and cut the skin. Before the blood could even seep from the wound, she simultaneously plunged her knee into the real man's abdomen.

The real man's entire body was knocked off the ground, and in the instant he was airborne, he hooked his foot around Mashiro's ankle, trying to pull her down as well.

Mashiro jumped up and used her other foot to step on his thigh for leverage, pressing her entire weight onto his upper body.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and sparks flew up from the ground.

Mashiro pressed down on top of Masato, her right knee against his chest, while her left hand gripped both of his wrists.

Her right hand reached out to find Cong Yu.

As Cong Yu pulled herself off the tree trunk and flew back into Zhen Bai's hand, Zhen Ren severed the arm that was being held in the middle.

He cut off his own wrist and pulled out two thin bone spurs from the cut to stab at Masashiro's face.

Cong Yu hasn't flown back yet.

Mashiro let go and leaned back, the bone spur passing through her chin and the resulting wind pressure cutting a small gash in her collar.

As she leaned back, she caught Cong Yu as he flew back, her body flipping as she fell to the ground, the blade sweeping across her real torso from below.

"what!!"

The rain slashed through the real man's abdomen, and the real man was almost cut in half at the waist, as if he had been hit by a spatial slash.

Chapter 68 Upholding Ideals

The real person quickly repaired the wound, but the effect was minimal, and he could only retreat a great distance.

Mashiro took a deep breath; the adventure had paid off.

The two looked at each other from a few steps away. The fire on the fallen leaves had shrunk, but the smoke was thicker than before.

The view inside the tent became increasingly blurry.

The real man sheathed the bone knife, his hands returned to human arms, and he coughed in the smoke.

Mashiro stood up, holding Murami by her side with the knife tip pointing downwards.

He didn't use the reverse form at all.

The last time they faced off, he used the reverse technique for the first time during a gap when she hadn't fully adapted to the transformation from inaction to non-action.

While the reverse approach is indeed costly, for someone who wants to stall for time, the high cost in exchange for a few seconds of complete control makes it a worthwhile trade-off.

Even when his bone shield shattered from being crushed, he would still use his physical body to withstand the impact. When his joints were locked, he would cut off his wrists to escape. Even when he was crushed and hit the ground, he would still use his bone shield to endure the impact.

The inverse could be used every time, but it never is.

why?

Mashiro raised the tip of her knife slightly, her previous assessment being that she was keeping a backup plan.

Having a backup plan does require a worthwhile opportunity to use it.

By the time the bone spurs had all been removed from the body while the person was locked on the ground, the opportunity had long passed.

Then he's not holding back a trump card; he can't use it.

"What is your true form doing out there?" Mashiro asked, looking at him. "Stealing fingers and cursed embryos?"

The real man paused for a moment; his fingers, which were shaping a new form, froze in mid-air.

The smoke swirled past him, obscuring his expression through the haze.

He closed his fingers again, and his arm began to expand from his shoulder, with the muscles under every layer of skin stretching outwards at the same time.

The shoulders have widened by half, the ribcage has expanded to the sides, the spine has bent forward slightly, and the skin has been stretched to the point of translucency, through which the thickened bones can be vaguely seen rearranging themselves.

Mashiro looked at his upper body, which had become much larger.

The new form of the cursed power structure is denser than before, with the flesh and bones from the shoulders to the fingers being re-stacked.

"You're just going to hold on with this?" Mashiro said. "That's too weak."

"Very insightful. I didn't expect you to have guessed this far."

The real person's voice came from the expanded chest cavity, a little deeper than before, "It seems we still underestimated you."

He walked toward Mashiro, his enormous body leaving a crater with every step.

Mashiro gripped Murasame tightly; she moved before Masato entered the three-step range.

Cong Yu slashed at Zhenren's left arm, but Zhenren neither blocked nor dodged.

He took the blow with his left arm; the blade cut three inches into his skin, and the cursed power spread outwards from the edge of the cut.

At the same time, his right arm detached from its deformed state and used a normal human arm to grab Mashiro's wrist holding the knife from the side.

The blade stopped in his arm, which he had expanded with magical power; Cong Yu had not struck his actual body.

He neither let the blade penetrate deeper nor allowed her to pull it out.

I've learned something new about this approach.

“It’s harder to grab the hilt than the blade,” the real man said, looking down at her.

Mashiro didn't speak. The rain disappeared from her right hand and then condensed again in her left hand.

The ability to transform between the virtual and the real can not only switch between the virtual and the physical, but also be recalled into the body and then summoned out again.

She used her left hand to grab the re-solidified raindrops and stab them into the real person's abdomen.

The real person released her right wrist and pulled back, the knife tip piercing less than half an inch before being pulled away.

His abdominal wound was shallow. The man looked down at it and used his right hand to dig away the tissue around the wound.

The removed tissue turned to ash in his palm.

He looked up at Mashiro, who was standing two steps away. Congyu switched back to his right hand.

“Your regeneration is much slower than at the beginning,” Mashiro said.

She was telling the truth: from the speed at which he discarded the bone knife at the beginning, to the speed at which he repaired the new arm, to the speed at which new skin covered the area after he dug out the flesh, everything was declining.

He can't hold on much longer.

The man didn't answer; he took a half-step back with his swollen body.

Mashiro catches up and delivers the final blow.

"Shh."

His body began to crack from the fissure in his chest, his skin turning into gray powder that fell to the ground and was consumed by the still-burning flames, burning away instantly.

Mashiro absorbed Murasaki into her body.

After the real person's clone disappeared, the small tent began to crack from the very center of its top.

Sunlight streamed in from overhead.

Mashiro quickly spread her senses towards the riverbank.

Hanami's curse power was fluctuating violently, and she seemed to be on the verge of death.

The students' magical reactions were still present.

The power of the tiger staff on the riverbank was at the forefront, with Dongtang beside him.

You still have time.

She turned and rushed toward the riverbank.

......

A knife.