Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

Since we've completely lost track of them, there's no other way to deal with it.

Yu Ren and Yi Gu exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly. They immediately changed direction and sped off towards another main battlefield.

The battlefield where Gojo Satoru was located wasn't too far from their current position.

Along the way, ruins and rubble kept rushing past the two of them.

The streets were littered with the marks of battle; roads were destroyed, buildings were smashed, and corpses littered the ground.

"How do you think things are going with the teacher?" Yi Gu asked as he ran, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of tension.

"Is that even a question?" Yuuto raised an eyebrow, his tone unusually relaxed. "With Gojo's strength, there probably isn't anyone in this world who could get the better of him."

After listening, Yi Gu nodded slightly, feeling a little relieved.

Despite saying that, Yuuto's pace did not slow down at all.

He knew that Gojo Satoru was very strong, but the enemy he was facing this time was of unknown origin and had not even appeared in the original work.

Just how strong is that so-called Pale Knight in terms of combat power?

The two quickly traversed a small part of the city, and the aftershocks of the soaring curse energy ahead gradually became clearer.

After passing a partially collapsed shopping mall building, the view suddenly opened up.

However, by the time they arrived, the battle had already come to a complete end.

Gojo Satoru stood alone in the middle of a scene of devastation.

Yuuto glanced around at his surroundings.

The ground was littered with shocking traces of the fierce battle, with broken tiles and collapsed building debris everywhere.

However, Gojo Satoru himself did not appear to be seriously injured.

His white bandages were scattered on both sides of his shoulders, and his school uniform was covered with dust and debris, but there were no obvious wounds on his body.

Yuuto secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Gu stepped forward first and asked, "Teacher, are you alright? How are you?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his tone revealing no hint of frustration or disappointment: "That Pale Knight, he's quite the runner. He runs away when he can't win, he's pretty sensible."

"Seizing a fleeting opening, he turned and fled immediately."

"They escaped?" Yuuto raised an eyebrow, repeating the question with a hint of surprise.

He took a few steps closer and carefully observed the signs of battle around him.

A large area of ​​the ground was plowed by some force, forming radial trenches.

Those were typical traces left by Gojo Satoru's technique.

A powerful attraction pulls everything around it toward the center, then crushes it.

But at the end of this ravine, there is a noticeable incongruity.

The ground there was not damaged; instead, it had a strange "smoothness," as if the space itself had been artificially folded.

“That guy’s movements and speed are quite strange,” Gojo Satoru shrugged, looking helpless. “He seems to be hiding some special methods and escape tricks that I’ve never seen before. I didn’t want to chase him relentlessly, lest I fall into an ambush.”

Yuuto crouched down and touched the smooth ground with his finger.

It felt cold to the touch, and had an indescribable "unreal" quality.

"A spatial technique?" He looked up at Gojo Satoru.

“That’s possible.” Gojo Satoru put away his casual expression and became unusually serious. “The instant before my attack hit him, his position shifted. It wasn’t just a simple high-speed movement, but more like he disappeared from point A and appeared at point B.”

"Teleportation?"

“It’s not like traditional teleportation.” Gojo Satoru shook his head. “Teleportation usually leaves a trace of magical energy fluctuations, but this guy’s movement is almost without warning. It’s as if he erased the fact that he was hit.”

"Forget it, he's gone, he's gone." Gojo Satoru put on his indifferent expression again. "Anyway, he can run away but he can't hide. We'll deal with him next time we meet."

Yuuto pondered for a moment, realizing that he had managed to escape unscathed right under Gojo Satoru's nose. It seemed that the secrets of this world were far more numerous than they appeared on the surface.

At the same time, he realized that the Brain Flower gang members were indeed not simple.

Not only are those top-tier cursed spirits themselves quite powerful and possess bizarre spells, but even this guy who appeared out of nowhere has such troublesome abilities.

Just then, a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps came from afar.

The reinforcements sent by the Spells Alliance have finally arrived.

Leading the group were several first-level sorcerers, most of whom were dressed in uniform black suits, with an old-fashioned style and serious demeanor.

Behind them followed a large group of staff responsible for handling the scene, registering casualties, collecting the remains of cursed artifacts, and other tedious logistical tasks.

Among these groups that arrived one after another, each with their own background, were several faces that Yu Ren found quite familiar.

Nanami Kento was still wearing his sharp, well-tailored gray-black suit and a meticulously striped tie. His expression was blank, and his gaze swept quickly and sharply across the devastated battlefield.

His gaze lingered on Youren for a long time, and only after confirming that there were no injuries did he begin to systematically direct the logistics personnel to carry out their work.

Mingming also arrived at the scene. With her signature long blue hair flowing down her back and a thoughtful smile on her lips, she walked slowly from a distance.

Several young sorcerers followed behind her, who appeared to be her juniors at the vocational college.

Mingming's gaze first swept over Gojo Satoru, then turned to Yuuto and Otsuko, and finally settled on the huge traces of destruction on the battlefield.

"Oh my, they're having quite a fight." Her tone carried a sense of nonchalance.

Gojo Satoru waved to her: "Mingming, you've come at the right time. Help me coordinate the division of the site. There might still be residual curse energy in the eastern area, so we need to do a detailed scan."

“Sure,” Mingming replied with a smile, “but the cost will be extra.”

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes and didn't reply.

“Gojo…” Nanami Kento stepped forward, his tone as calm as ever, without any major emotional fluctuations, but the concern contained in that simple greeting was not hard to detect, “Are you not hurt?”

"It's nothing, don't worry." Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, laughing it off, since he didn't like overly serious atmospheres anyway.

Nanami glanced at the dust and debris on Gojo Satoru's body, paused for two seconds, and then said, "Next time you encounter an enemy like this, it's best to call for backup immediately. The other party was clearly prepared, and fighting alone is too risky."

"Okay," Gojo Satoru replied, drawing out his words. "Isn't it thanks to you guys that we've cleaned up the mess?"

Nanami didn't say anything more and turned to direct the logistics work.

The logistics personnel carried out their work in an orderly manner in their respective areas, starting to clean up and record the remaining traces of magical power in each area, while also conducting detailed intelligence registration and summarization.

Chapter 114 Divine Craftsmanship

Yuuto, along with Otsuko, walked over to Gojo Satoru and recounted to him the details of what had happened while tracking the cursed spirit.

After all that, it turns out that the escaped cursed spirits were indeed rescued by the Brain Flower Sect using some kind of barrier technique.

After listening to these descriptions, Gojo Satoru didn't say much. He just nodded thoughtfully without making any comments immediately, as if he was considering something.

After a few seconds, he spoke: "Brain Flower is moving faster than we expected. We thought it was still in the preparation stage, but we didn't expect it to be able to fight alongside the Cursed Spirits."

“And he also has that Pale Knight,” Bone added. “That guy’s abilities are troublesome; if he were to coordinate with the Cursed Spirit…”

“So the next key point is to find out his trump card.” Gojo Satoru interrupted him. “After you two go back, pay close attention to any unusual information in various places. Especially information related to spatial spells and teleportation barriers, and bring it all to me.”

Yu and Yigu nodded at the same time.

Now that things have come to this, everyone should return to their respective positions and perform their duties.

Yuuto needs to return to the Kyoto school as soon as possible to continue his duties related to guarding the important cursed artifacts and the stability of the barrier in the area.

Yuta Etsukoshi was to return to the Tokyo campus to report for duty. It was said that Principal Yagami had some rather thorny matters to deal with, which might be related to some defense adjustments within the college.

Gojo Satoru was waiting for the coordinators of this reinforcement force to arrive so that they could hand over the key intelligence gathered on the battlefield in detail, providing a basis for subsequent countermeasures.

Before leaving, Yuuto suddenly seemed to remember something, paused slightly, stood still, turned around and glanced at Gojo Satoru with a slightly mocking look.

He deliberately spoke slowly, emphasizing each word, unhurriedly:

"But seriously, Gojo, your so-called title of the strongest sorcerer..."

Yuuto's tone was full of blatant teasing, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru immediately collapsed as if some strange switch had been flipped.

He ripped off the bandage from his face, revealing a handsome face that was now filled with grievance. He even exaggeratedly clutched his chest, making a heartbroken expression.

"Ugh... this is so hurtful, Yuuto! I was about to win when that guy ran away! It was so close, couldn't you at least say something nice to comfort me?"

Feeling wronged, Gojou leaned to the side, as if about to fall onto Eto.

"Yigu, look at him! Is he even speaking human language?!"

Yuta Otsukoshi stood between the two, looking back and forth with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. In the end, he couldn't help but reach out and gently pat Yuuto's shoulder: "Yuuto, just say less... Teacher really did his best today. That guy's methods were too strange. You can't blame Teacher."

Then he turned to look at Gojo Satoru, whose face was full of grievances, and said in a gentle tone with a hint of helplessness: "Teacher, don't take it too seriously. Yuto is just saying things to get his revenge and have some fun. Actually, he respects you quite a bit. He even praised you on the way here."

"Really?" Gojo Satoru glanced at Yuuto with a skeptical look.

Yuuto said expressionlessly, "It's fake."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Bone: "..."

The atmosphere froze for a fraction of a second, then Gojo Satoru burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, alright, alright, you're being stubborn, aren't you? I'll remember that." He laughed as he re-bandaged the bandages on his face.

Yi Gu was amused and shook his head helplessly.

Yuuto smiled noncommittally and didn't try to stir up any more trouble.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head to the side, adopting a hurt expression that seemed to be deeply affected but unwilling to show it, in line with Etotsu's words. It looked like he hadn't fully recovered from the mental blow he had just suffered.

However, there was also a subtle hint of gentleness and relaxation hidden on that face.

He probably knew that these casual jokes were the best proof and sign of how close people were to each other.

This is also the best indication that everyone sees him as a normal person, not a god.

Without saying anything more, Yuuto waved his hand decisively and strode off toward Kyoto.

Yi Gu bowed respectfully to his teacher:

"Teacher, I'll be going now. Principal Moth has something waiting for me."