Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

The person was instantly stunned.

He was certain that the person in front of him was a genuine human, not a cursed corpse or a strange shikigami, but a real, flesh-and-blood human being.

His techniques have never failed when used on real humans, never.

He couldn't sense Yuuto's soul, not because Yuuto didn't have a soul, but because the golden light spell completely enveloped Yuuto.

The real person didn't have time to think further, because Yuuto's knife arrived again.

He retreated again, dodging the sweeping slash, but the blade's energy still managed to cut his left arm.

Blood seeped from the wound and dripped down his arm to the ground.

At this moment, the real man had gone somewhat mad. He seemed to disbelieve in fate and activated the transformation of non-action with all his might, slapping his palm towards Youren's chest.

The palm struck Yuu-ren squarely on the chest.

Transformation through inaction, initiation...

Yuuto glanced down at the blue hand on his chest, then looked up at the real person, his expression unchanged.

He didn't even take a step back, but just tilted his head slightly, as if watching a child banging on something haphazardly outside a glass window.

The reason he didn't act rashly at this moment was to toy with it. He wanted to see what tricks this newly born cursed spirit could pull, and to see it struggle in despair.

“You…” The real person’s voice was strained, and he couldn’t even utter a complete sentence.

His palm was still pressed against Yuu's chest, but the feeling of powerlessness had spread throughout his body.

His techniques, his pride, his trump cards—all seemed like a joke in front of this man.

Looking at the real person who resembled a clown, Yuuto raised his hand and punched the real person in the chest.

Lightning exploded from the fist, blasting the real person away.

His body tumbled several times in the air before smashing through the glass window of an abandoned shop behind him, scattering shards of glass all over the ground.

The real person crawled out of the broken glass, his chest charred black.

But at this moment, he couldn't even care less about his injuries.

Instead, he kept thinking about it in his mind, and even fell into self-doubt.

As long as the other party is human, his spell should theoretically not fail.

The moment he touches his opponent, the scales of victory will tip immediately.

But this person in front of him, he touched him twice, and nothing happened.

He suddenly thought of a question.

Why did the pandas retreat?

If they're in cahoots, why not send all three of them at once?

Isn't it safer to have more people than fewer?

There was only one answer: they knew that even if they didn't participate, this person was enough.

They retreated not out of fear, but because they knew they couldn't get involved.

This battle was never four against one from the beginning; it was one against one, with the others just spectators.

The real man stood up from the ruins, and in his heterochromatic pupils, he saw Yuuto walking towards him with a long sword.

His white hair was flowing freely, and lightning crackled on the silver-white blade. Each step he took was slow, but each step was grounded in his heartbeat.

"Stay away from me, don't come any closer..." Zhen Zhen was extremely panicked at this point, speaking like a child, completely lacking any logic.

Yuuto did not reply to Masato's words, but continued to move towards him.

The Kikuichimonji dragged on the ground, the blade scraping against the cement floor with a screeching sound.

He raised the knife, the tip pointing at the real person.

Chapter 111 Gojo Satoru vs. the Pale Knight

Not far from the Shinjuku battlefield, Gojo Satoru hovered in mid-air, his azure-blue magical energy flowing around him.

At this moment, he could be said to be in full swing and in battle mode.

The six eyes stared directly at the being radiating a pale light.

He was supposed to arrive at the abandoned shopping district in Shinjuku a few minutes earlier to deal with the real person there.

But just as he set off, the Pale Knight descended from the void without warning, blocking his way.

And without any communication, it attacked me.

The fight between the two had been going on for several minutes.

The entire commercial street was almost completely destroyed in their battle, affecting countless ordinary people.

After another round of close combat with the Pale Knight, Gojo Satoru first distanced himself from him, then gently raised his right hand, gathering magical power in it.

A pale blue light condensed at his fingertips.

This is the forward rotation of the technique [Cang].

The energy sphere slowly took shape, and the gravity instantly surged, compressing the surrounding air into visible distorted ripples.

Gojo Satoru leaped into the air and forcefully flung Sora away.

The gravel, broken lampposts, and many other materials were all pulled towards the pale knight by the gravitational field generated by Cang.

The pale knight raised the bone spear in his hand, the tip of the spear casually slicing through the void, and a gray-white spatial rift opened horizontally, swallowing the gravitational force along with the flying debris.

The edges of the crack gleamed with a cold, silvery light, like a silent, gaping maw.

"Tsk." Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue in surprise, his hands still moving.

Technique Reversal [He].

The crimson, repulsive sphere of light expanded between the five fingers, compressed to its limit, and then suddenly pushed towards the pale knight.

The shockwave swept across the entire block, shattering the glass curtain walls on both sides of the street.

The pale knight was hit head-on, half of his body shattered into tiny white specks of light, and cracks appeared all over his pure white gilded armor.

However, in less than three seconds, the points of light regrouped.

The armor healed completely, even the cracks disappeared without a trace, as if the attack had never happened.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru frowned slightly. This guy's recovery speed was much faster than that of ordinary cursed spirits, and he consumed almost no energy.

His six eyes could see very clearly.

The shattered parts, while dissipating, also draw new energy from the void to replenish themselves.

This was not any of the super-level beings he had encountered before; it was closer to some kind of higher-dimensional being.

As their battle intensified, even several commercial buildings in the distance were riddled with holes by the aftershocks of the fight.

Worse still, there are a large number of ordinary people in this area who have not been evacuated in time.

This forced Gojo Satoru to divert some of his energy during the duel, using the gravity of the blue sky to deflect the aftershocks that were flying towards the crowd.

Every time he shoots, he has to calculate the error, gravity, wind direction, and even the launching angle of each piece of gravel, and control it precisely.

To ensure that not a single piece of debris flies towards those frantically running figures.

If he continues to fight like this, his energy will be gradually drained by this invisible shackle.

The Pale Knight seemed to have grasped this point.

He spurred his horse forward, and a pale sphere of light, condensed to its fullest extent, condensed at the tip of his bone spear.

It suddenly erupted during a gap in a feint attack, slamming the entire spatial rift into Gojo Satoru.

The moment the ball of light exploded, the space within a radius of tens of meters was visibly distorted.

Gojo Satoru was knocked down from mid-air, crashing into the ground and creating a dent several meters in diameter.

When the smoke and dust cleared, he stood up from the pit.

Although the Pale Knight's attack caused a great commotion.

But Gojo Satoru was completely unharmed.

His lack of limits gives him almost absolute defense, making it impossible for his opponent to even inflict a superficial wound.

Six Eyes stared at the figure on horseback through his blindfold, and said disdainfully:

"Hey, is this the only underhanded tactic you can use?"

As Gojo Satoru mocked him, he slowly raised his left hand, and a purplish-black sphere was rapidly condensing.

The virtual form [Zi] has begun to gather power, and the purplish-black sphere is continuously compressing in the palm of the hand.

But he didn't launch it for a long time.

If this move is used, the entire neighborhood will disappear.

It wasn't destroyed, it was simply erased from the map.

He didn't know if the Pale Knight's physical strength could withstand it, but he knew that the ordinary people around him certainly couldn't.

While resisting the Pale Knight's fierce attacks, Gojo Satoru kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Finally, he sighed softly and slowly withdrew his magical power.

The purplish-black sphere vanished into nothingness in his palm, and the destructive power dissipated in the night wind, as if it had never existed.

He can't kill this guy in front of him for now, and he can't go all out against him either.

Meanwhile, Yuuto is clashing with Masato, and he has no choice but to trust Yuuto's abilities.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, readjusted his fighting stance, and stared at the being radiating a pale light.

He could only use close-quarters combat, combined with Cang's gravity, to slowly wear down the opponent's patience and keep this guy here.

The Pale Knight appeared because he wanted to build a large army infected by himself.

This is his mission, and also humanity's collective imagination of his calamity.

Upon arriving in the world, he will conquer everything, build an unimaginably powerful army, declare war on the entire world, and utterly disrupt order.