Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

The one on the far left is burly and has a rugged face.

The one in the middle had a cold expression, revealing neither joy nor anger, and carried a long sword at his waist.

The blond youth on the right was the most conspicuous, with upturned eyes and multiple earrings on both ears, scrutinizing the newcomer with a critical gaze.

A moment later, a figure carrying a gourd of wine walked out from the back room.

He is agile and has a calm demeanor.

Zenji Naokijin is the current head of the Zenji family.

He took his seat at the head of the table, took a sip of wine, and glanced at Gojo Satoru.

"What brings the young man from the Gojo family here in person?"

Without wasting words, Gojo Satoru stated his purpose directly: "I want those five hundred cursed spirits kept by the Zen family. They'll all be used as practice tools for the people I brought today."

Shen frowned, and his expression turned even colder.

Gojo Satoru continued, "We'll compensate you at market price; the Gojo family will pay for it. We won't take it for nothing."

After listening, the Naobi people remained silent for a moment, then surprisingly did not refuse:

"The purpose of keeping cursed spirits in captivity is to provide practice opportunities for clansmen. Since the Gojo family's offer is reasonable..."

"elder brother!"

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, saying, "This is the ancestral property of the Zen temple family. How can we just hand it over to someone else?"

"Furthermore, the Gojo family and my Zenin family have been at odds for generations. If this gets out, how will the Zenin family save face?"

Naobi looked at his spoiled younger brother, wondering how to end this situation.

It seems that I've been letting him win too much when we play, which has given him confidence.

Who did he think this person was?

Gojo Satoru remained nonchalant, but his tone grew colder: "I'm not here to beg you, I'm here to inform you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight amount of magical power leaked out.

The air in the entire main hall seemed to freeze.

The bodies of the others trembled uncontrollably. They were all at least level one sorcerers, but they were no different from ants in front of Gojo Satoru.

The Zhibi man put down his wine gourd and said in a deep voice, "That's enough."

He looked at Naoya and the other two and said, "Gojo Satoru has come in person, so please give him some face."

After saying this, Naobi glanced at Gojo Satoru and, seeing that Gojo hadn't embarrassed him, felt a sense of relief.

Naoya's gaze fell on Yuuto.

Why did this nobody who followed behind Gojo Satoru, whom I'd never seen before, manage to make the Zenin family bow down?

Naoya sneered, "Head of the Gojo family, if it were you using these cursed spirits, then of course I would have no objection."

"But does the person beside you deserve to enjoy the resources of the Zen temple?"

He stood up, walked up to Youren, and looked him up and down.

Yuuto's expression remained unchanged; he simply stared at him.

Naoya turned to Gojo Satoru: "Why don't I test his mettle? If he can't even beat me, then our Zen temple will have suffered a huge loss in this deal."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Yuuto. His eyes seemed to ask: Are you sure you can do it?

Yuuto met Naoya's provocative gaze and nodded slightly to Gojo Satoru.

"Good." Naoya's lips curled into a smile. "You've got guts."

He immediately proposed a bet.

If Naoya wins, Yuto must apologize publicly, admit his arrogance, and refrain from coveting the spirits kept by the Zen temple family.

If Yuuto wins, Naoya will publicly apologize, admitting his arrogance, and all the spirits kept by the Zen-in family will be given to Yuuto without taking a penny.

The Zen-in family's martial arts arena was spacious and flat. In the spectator stands, Naoki, Jinichi, and Ougi were already seated. More and more members of the Zen-in family arrived after hearing the news and stood around to watch.

Naoya stood in the center of the field, his posture arrogant.

He pulled a short dagger from his pocket.

This was his usual weapon, but after glancing at it, he suddenly laughed and casually tossed the dagger to a tribesman beside him.

"Don't accuse me of bullying the weak by giving you a handicap. I won't use any weapons; I'll fight you with one hand." Zenin Naoya is 25 years old and is considered one of the best among first-level sorcerers.

Therefore, looking at Yuuto, who was only 19 years old, he felt no pressure at all.

The Zen monks watching chuckled softly. This was an insult.

Yuuto's expression remained unchanged as he slowly drew his twin swords from his waist. Lightning began to entwine around the blades, and blue-white arcs of electricity flickered in the setting sun.

Naoya narrowed his eyes and assumed a starting stance.

Yuuto gripped his twin swords tightly, and lightning surged forth.

In the stands, Gojo Satoru crossed his legs, a playful smile on his lips.

He simply didn't think Naoya could be a match for Yuuto.

Chapter 45 Gua Sha Master

The moment the battle began, Naoya's figure left a trail of afterimages in the setting sun.

His technique is a projection spell that can break down one second into 24 frames, with the actions of each frame pre-programmed in his mind.

As expected of Naoya, he's incredibly fast.

This was the most direct feeling of the Zen temple people around. They only felt a blur before their eyes, and Naoya had already appeared to Yuuto's left.

He pointed his fingers like a knife and thrust them straight at Youren's ribs.

Yuuto unleashed his full power of lightning, blue-white electricity exploding within his body, stimulating every muscle fiber. His speed surged instantly, barely keeping up with Naoya's pace.

The shadow slashed horizontally, colliding with Naoya's palm.

The lightning exploded, and the two of them each took two steps back.

In the stands, Zenji Naobi frowned: "Can that kid keep up with Naobi's speed?"

Aside from that monster Gojo Satoru, there was actually someone who could keep up with the speed of the projected spells; this was the first time he had seen it in all these years.

He knew perfectly well that his own technique was also a projection spell.

Projection spells prioritize speed, and within Zen monasteries and even the entire world of spellcasting, there are very few techniques that can directly rival them.

Naoya's smile vanished.

Instead, he wore a serious expression.

The figure disappeared again, this time even faster. The 24 frames were compressed to the limit, with almost no gaps between each frame.

Yuuto only had time to parry two attacks. On the third attack, Naoya appeared behind him, his palm thrusting straight at his back.

Projection Spell - Fixed Frame.

Yu Ren's movements froze for a moment.

It wasn't slowed down, but forcibly frozen in time.

This is the most terrifying aspect of projection spells: the target being touched must synchronize with the caster's frame movements; otherwise, they will be forcibly frozen for one second.

In a duel between masters, a single second is enough to determine the outcome countless times.

Seeing that Yuuto was successfully frozen in place, Naoya smirked, casually tossed his hair, and arrogantly said:

"too slow."

He once again pointed his fingers like a knife and thrust them with all his might towards Yuuto's chest.

It hit its mark.

but…………

"Boom!"

His fingers made a crisp sound, as if they were poking into a steel plate.

His finger bone snapped instantly, and a look of pain crossed Naoya's face.

The Golden Light Mantra shone brightly on Yuuto's body, radiating a dazzling light.

Although it was only at the initial stage, this layer of defense was as difficult as climbing to heaven for Naoya, who could only perform minor scraping.

Yuuto looked down at the finger that was poking his chest, then looked up: "That's it?"

Naoya forced himself to retreat in pain, looking at Yuuto with a panicked expression.

On the viewing platform, the Jikimi man put down his wine gourd and squinted his eyes:

"What kind of technique does that kid use? How can he have two abilities?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, but just looked at the scene with a smile.

This kid is growing really fast.

On the training ground, Naoya's face had turned ashen.

He no longer uses one hand.

With both hands striking simultaneously, the projectile spells were pushed to their limits, each strike bursting with magical power.

Use every part of your body that can be used to attack – fists, palms, fingers, elbows.

Yuuto stood there, without flinching.

No matter how Zhizai attacked, the Golden Light Mantra only flickered slightly and remained motionless.

After a long while, Yuuto, who had been standing still, looked at Naoya, who was panting heavily, and smiled: "Didn't you eat?"

Naoya's face went from ashen to deathly pale.

These words reminded him of something.

Fifteen years ago, the Zen family. That man had no magic, no spell power, yet he slaughtered everyone in the Zen family with just a magic tool.