Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

With someone leading the way, the barrier is nothing more than a formality.

He recalled the person who had led the way and couldn't help but sigh, "Ha, I never thought that in such a large college, there would be people who would collude with us."

Five minutes earlier, Singi was walking ahead of him, and his mechanical arm caught the real man's attention.

"I don't want to cooperate with you. I just want to get rid of that outcast, Itadori Yuujin. The Federation has been kind to me, and I can't just stand by and watch Sukuna be resurrected within the High School."

The real person put their hands behind their head, followed behind him with a cheerful smile, and spoke in a lighthearted tone.

"I'll assume you're genuinely doing this for the sake of the college. Don't worry, I'll get your health back after this is over."

"It must be painful to see the sunlight every month only because of other people's charity...hehe."

“Shut up.” Singi gave him a cold look.

He didn't continue the conversation, took a mechanical watch face out of his pocket, and tossed it behind him.

The real person reached out and caught it, and a jumping red dot lit up on the dial.

“I installed a tracker on Hisahito Itadori as soon as I entered this place. This watch will guide you to him.”

"It's settled then, you can't let anyone else at the High School get seriously injured or killed, except for Hisahito Itadori."

The man held the watch face up to his eyes, looking at the flashing red dot, and his smile deepened: "Of course, after all, we made an agreement, and I don't want to break it."

Singi glanced at him again, then turned and walked in another direction, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the ruins.

The real person stood alone in place, stretched, looked down at the jumping red dot on the dial, and slowly walked in the opposite direction following the arrow.

“Of course I will heal you,” he muttered to himself. “But whether you continue to live after being healed, or become one of my collectibles… that’s hard to say.”

On the other side, Itachi and Todo were hunting a level one cursed spirit.

Although it was said to be a joint effort, it was more like Dongtang was providing guidance throughout the entire process.

The cursed spirit was covered in gray-black armor, and its body was hunched but extremely agile.

"Brother, don't try to outrun it. You can't keep up with it right now. Wait until it attacks and reveals an opening!"

Dongtang stood to the side, arms crossed, speaking loudly.

Tiger Staff stared intently at the movements of the cursed spirit, dodging to the side the instant its claws slashed down.

The claws slammed into the ground at his feet. Before the cursed spirit could retract its claws, Tiger Staff clenched his right fist, and the cursed power condensed into a visible blue light on his fist. He then punched the cursed spirit in the chest.

The carapace shattered, and the cursed spirit let out a sharp screech. Its massive body was sent flying several steps to the side by the punch.

It staggered, trying to regain its footing, but the scepter gave it no chance to catch its breath.

He stomped his left foot hard on the ground and charged after the flying figure of the cursed spirit, slamming his second punch into the same spot.

The cursed spirit exploded completely, its remaining body torn to pieces and dissipated into black smoke.

Itadori withdrew his fist, let out a long breath, and turned to Todo with a bright smile: "Todo, I hit you!"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure descended from the sky and landed not far in front of the two of them.

The man tilted his head, one hand supporting his chin, his eyes gleaming eerily in the dim light.

He exuded a magical aura that was completely inhuman, and his face was covered with crisscrossing sutures.

Dongtang narrowed his eyes, his hand unconsciously clenching into a fist, and pulled Tiger Cane half a step behind him: "Brother, be careful. This guy looks like a person, but the fluctuation of his curse power doesn't seem human."

Itadori nodded, his smile fading, and his fists clenched again.

"Well, I see."

The real person shook his head, and after seeing the pink-haired boy standing in the ruins, the smile on his face suddenly widened.

He opened his arms wide and shouted joyfully, "Haha, I've finally found you, Hisahito Itadori!"

His body lunged toward Itsuji the instant he finished speaking.

Just before he was about to touch Itachi, a fist blocked his path from the side.

The real man was forced to cross his arms to block, but Dongtang's fist slammed into his crossed arms, sending him flying. He rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

The man got up from the ground and looked down at his limp arms hanging by his side.

His gaze lingered on Dongtang for a moment, his tone tinged with impatience. He curled his lip and said, "Honestly, I didn't come looking for you. If it weren't for the restraints, I would have killed you just now."

As he spoke, he shook his broken arm.

Under Dongtang's watchful gaze, the broken bones and shattered muscles began to rapidly remodel under the influence of his technique, returning to their original state in the blink of an eye.

He moved his intact fingers and turned his gaze back to the rubber band.

Dongtang took a step forward, his tall figure completely blocking Huzhang behind him.

He clenched his fists, his rugged face revealing undisguised fighting spirit and anger. "Itadori is my brother. You ugly bastard, what do you think you can do to my brother!"

Chapter 256 The Angry Tiger Stick

The real person tilted their head, and a bright, innocent smile appeared on their face covered with stitches.

He spread his hands, "Hehe, of course I'm taking him away. Isn't Su Nuo the thing you should eliminate the most? I'm helping you clean up the trash."

Dongtang took a step forward, his tall figure completely blocking Huzhang behind him.

He clenched his fists, his rugged face revealing undisguised disgust. "This is my brother. If there's any trash here... it's you."

The smile on the real person's face did not disappear, but his pupils narrowed slightly.

"You're so annoying... I want to kill you!"

Suddenly, the real person took a step forward, and his body began to swell from his abdomen in a bizarre manner.

He opened his mouth and spat out several grotesque little figures from deep in his throat.

The little figures rapidly expanded and twisted in the air, transforming into three cyborgs of different shapes when they landed, blocking Itadori's path.

The real man charged straight toward the East Hall, his right hand, fingers together, thrusting toward the East Hall's chest.

Dongtang dodged to the side, and his right fist slammed towards Zhenren's head from the side.

The real man dodged the punch by tilting his head, and his left leg lashed out like a whip toward Dongtang's waist. Dongtang raised his hand to block, and his knee followed up by striking the real man's abdomen.

The two exchanged blows at extremely close range, each collision causing the air to buzz.

The real man threw a punch at Dongtang's face, but Dongtang dodged it by tilting his head and grabbing his wrist, pulling him down.

Just then, several sharp bone spurs suddenly sprang out from the back of Zhenren's fist, stabbing straight at Dongtang's chest at close range.

Dongtang's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly grabbed the thorns with both hands, but Zhenren took advantage of the opening and kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the real man pulled a cyborg from his mouth and tossed it around. The little man transformed into several thick chains, which shot towards the direction of the East Hall.

Dongtang suddenly clapped his hands together in mid-air.

Snapped--

A crisp clapping sound rang out, and the person who had been bound by chains became a real person.

The man looked down at the pile of chains on his body and asked in confusion, "Huh, how did I get here?"

Correspondingly, Dongtang appeared where Zhenren had just been standing and landed steadily.

"This is my spell. It allows me to switch places with the enemy."

At this moment, Itachi had already dealt with those cyborgs.

He was standing next to Dongtang, about to ask something, when he looked up and saw Dongtang holding up a finger, signaling him not to speak.

Tiger Stick immediately shut his mouth.

The real person had already broken free of the chains and clapped his hands in sudden realization: "So that's how it is. Using clapping to change positions, what an interesting technique."

Then he suddenly turned his gaze to Huzhang, tilted his head, and a look of extreme confusion appeared on his face.

He pointed to the cyborg remains on the ground, shattered by the cane, and said, "You actually attacked your own kind... Do you have any heart left?"

Huzhang was stunned, his brows furrowing: "Ha."

The real person seemed to have prepared this explanation all along, smiling and spreading their hands, their tone full of innocent cruelty: "Those guys you killed, they were all human beings to begin with."

He took two steps forward, squatted down, and picked something up from the wreckage on the ground.

It was a watch.

He shook the watch. "Look, they haven't disappeared. We cursed spirits are the vessels of your negative emotions; we have no physical form."

"Even if you cough up blood, everything will disappear after you are defeated, but these things in front of you... originally had a physical form."

“How could a cursed spirit wear a watch?”

Itachi stared intently at the broken watch, his pupils contracting sharply.

The remains of the cyborgs he had personally destroyed were scattered among the rubble. Unlike the cursed spirits, they did not turn into black smoke and dissipate, but remained in their original state.

They were originally human beings, living, breathing people, but he treated them as cursed spirits and blasted them into pieces with all his might.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and anger surged through his veins.

Tiger Staff suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and charged towards the real man without regard for anything else.

The real man watched the figure rushing towards him, the smile on his lips never fading.

He dodged Tiger Cane's punch by sidestepping it, and casually patted him on the back, causing him to stagger several steps.

Tiger Staff turned and threw another punch, but the real man raised his hand to block it and then thrust his knee into Tiger Staff's abdomen.

Instead of retreating, Tiger Staff advanced, taking the knee strike head-on, and then grabbed the man with both hands and slammed him to the ground.

The real person nimbly flipped and landed, "See? You really aren't suited to be human. Look at you now, how are you any different from a cursed spirit?"

The real man's indifferent voice sounded like poison to Itajō.

"Embrace us, the Cursed Spirits. You were born to be one of us."

"Shut up!"

Tiger Staff's right fist, imbued with magical power, slammed towards the real man once more.

The real man turned his head to avoid it, and then patted Huzhang's shoulder.

With furious rage, Tiger Stick threw punch after punch, wanting nothing more than to tear his opponent to pieces. But his anger made his punches predictable. The real man stopped dodging and simply blocked with both hands, occasionally counterattacking once or twice, forcing Tiger Stick to retreat repeatedly.