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

"Look at yourself now, are you really not going to consider joining us?"

"I told you to shut up!"

Tiger Staff swung his fist at the real man again, and the real man blocked it with his hands crossed.

Dongtang watched this scene from a short distance away, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Itachi's rhythm was completely disrupted, and every attack exposed his weaknesses to his opponent.

"This kid was blinded by anger."

Without further hesitation, he pushed off with his feet, his massive body cutting between the two from the side.

The real man was suddenly forced back several meters, and Dongtang took the opportunity to turn around and slap Huzhang across the face.

Huzhang's head was knocked to one side, and he stood there stunned.

“Brother, anger is a very important trigger for a sorcerer. Sometimes anger can make you unleash power far beyond your usual strength, and sometimes it can make you unable to carefully control your magical power, thus leading to defeat.”

“Innocent people have died, and precious time with close friends has been interrupted… I understand your anger. But this anger is too much for you; you need to learn to control it.”

He raised his hand and slapped her again.

The real person stood not far away, arms crossed, tilting their head to watch the scene with a childlike expression of curiosity: "Is it infighting? I really don't understand humans."

Chapter 257 The Birth of the Black Flash King

"feel better now?"

The two slaps left Hisoka's cheeks red. He raised his hand to touch his burning face, then slowly raised his head.

He took a deep breath, and his violently heaving chest slowly calmed down. "Hmm... I'm all clean now. I heard from Gojo-sensei that Duanmu-sensei has the ability to purify others."

"What we need to do next is defeat this guy and liberate those he has transformed!"

He clapped his hands together sharply, making a crisp sound, and gave Dongtang a grateful smile.

"Thank you very much, my dear friend."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the real person alone.

Seeing that only one person was approaching, the man smiled and said, "Why are you the only one who came? Are you really having an internal conflict? Did that guy send you here to die?"

Then he laughed again, opening his arms wide. "But don't worry, I won't kill you... after all, you're part of the plan."

Tiger Staff stood in front of the real man, assuming the starting stance of the Straight Stop Fist.

He looked at the real person's face covered in stitches, "No, I just want to punch you away."

The real man threw his head back and laughed, then assumed a fighting stance, saying, "Then come and try me!"

The two pushed off the ground at the same time and rushed out simultaneously, quickly engaging in combat.

"Seriously, why don't you join us? It'll save everyone a lot of trouble, wouldn't it be great?"

The real person was laughing and talking while fighting.

Ignoring his nonsense, Tiger Stick focused his attention and chased after him with another series of punches.

Not long ago, Dongtang told him what Black Flash was, and if he wanted to defeat the enemy in front of him, he had to master this technique!

The two exchanged blows amidst the ruins. Itachi's punches were no longer as simple as before. Several times when the real man tried to counterattack, it was anticipated and dodged.

Dongtang watched from a distance as Itajō gradually gained control of the rhythm, a relieved smile appearing on his rugged face.

"Brother, your growth has truly exceeded expectations!"

The two continued fighting, but just as Itachi missed a straight punch, Masato suddenly stretched out his arm and pressed it directly into Itachi's abdomen.

"Let's change people. Call Su Nuo out."

"Transformation through non-action..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his pupils dilated sharply, instantly engulfed in crimson.

The world before him vanished, replaced by a crimson realm built of bones.

Countless enormous ribs pierced the ground, and a figure sat atop the skeletal throne.

The man rested his chin on his hand; he looked very strong.

It is Su Nuo.

"How dare you touch my soul. It seems we've both been laughing at this kid from the bottom of our hearts. I'll let you off this time... but don't let it happen again."

Itachi didn't know why his enemy had suddenly froze, but he didn't let the opportunity slip by.

The power of the curse surged from his body, and his body reacted before his brain could react, throwing out his right fist and striking the real man squarely in the chest.

The moment the fist made contact with flesh, Itadori felt a strange sensation, a sense of clarity as if the world had slowed down in that instant.

Black lightning spilled from the fist, distorting space in that instant.

The fist-shaped area in the real man's chest suddenly caved in, and then he was pierced by a violent force, flying backward and crashing through the wall of an abandoned shop behind him.

Huzhang stood still, looking down at his right fist.

He could feel the magical power within his body flowing with unprecedented fluidity, and his understanding of magical power was changed in that instant.

Dongtang watched this scene from a short distance away and burst into laughter.

"You truly are my brother! I knew you could do it!"

He strode over to Hu Zhang and slapped him hard on the shoulder with his big hand.

The so-called Black Flash is a spatial distortion that occurs when the error between the curse power and the strike is less than 0.0001 seconds, and its power is generally 2.5 times that of the normal power.

No one can intentionally unleash a Black Flash, but those who have experienced a Black Flash and those who haven't are in completely different states; the distance between them and the core of their curse power is worlds apart.

The current record is held by Level 1 Spellcaster Taketo Nanami, who fired four Black Flashes in one day.

But this excludes the cases of several top-tier sorcerers... given their combat intensity, their numbers would certainly not be lower than this when they get serious.

However, for most cursed spirits, let alone surviving four black flashes, even surviving two is considered a disaster.

"Is this Black Flash?" Itadori looked down at his palm.

“That’s right, brother—you’ve already experienced the taste of cursed power.”

Dongtang crossed his arms over his chest. "Before, you were like someone who cooked ingredients they'd never tasted before, just by feeling. But after Black Flash, you're a head chef now. Congratulations, brother!"

The real man crawled out of the ruins, looking down at the slowly healing hole in his chest. For the first time, the smile disappeared from his face, which was covered with stitches.

He could feel that a piece of his soul had been literally sliced ​​off by that punch.

He lost about one-tenth of his soul.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

He raised his head, his eyes burning with an unprecedented killing intent.

"Hirohito Itadori... I've changed my mind. I'm going to kill you."

He is a cursed spirit born from humanity's fear of humanity; as long as his soul remains, he cannot be completely eradicated.

This was his greatest asset, but this brat in front of him actually possessed the ability to directly strike the soul.

This is a real threat to him and must be eliminated immediately, even if he is the vessel for Su Nuo.

"His injuries have actually healed." Itachi stared at Masato's unharmed chest, his brows furrowed.

"Cursed power is inherently a product of negative emotions, so recovering from this injury is insignificant for a Special Grade."

Dongtang flexed his wrists and explained, "But there's no doubt that his magical power has been weakened by us."

The two looked at each other, then raised their hands almost simultaneously, making the same gesture.

"Come on, let's start cooking."

With a powerful leap, he charged towards the two at a speed far exceeding his previous pace.

His right hand twisted and deformed rapidly along the way, his entire forearm turning into a high-speed rotating drill, while his left hand stretched into a gleaming bone blade, slashing at Tiger Stick from two angles at the same time.

Just as the drill and bone blade were about to fall, Dongtang suddenly clapped his hands.

Snapped--

The real man's attack missed its mark, and he found himself standing in the spot where Dongtang had just been, with nothing in front of him.

Meanwhile, Tiger Staff's fist slammed into his lower back from another direction. The second blow from the Straight Stop Fist exploded inside his body, and the real man was sent flying to the side by this punch.

He twisted his body forcefully before landing, his left-hand bone blade slashing horizontally at Itadori, but then the sound of Dongtang clapping rang out again.

The bone blade slashed into the ground where he had just been standing, and Tiger Cane's next punch landed on his face, turning his entire face to one side.

Chapter 258 has no cooldown, so switch roles and have some fun!

The real person staggered backward, his back suddenly torn apart, and a pair of fleshy wings exploded from his shoulder blades.

He suddenly flapped his wings and flew into the air, trying to create distance and readjust his rhythm.

The real man flapped his wings and tried again to widen the distance.

On the ground, Dongtang grabbed Huzhang by the back of his collar and hurled Huzhang at the real man in mid-air.

Tiger Staff's body traced a straight trajectory in the air as it crashed directly into the real man.

As the pink-haired boy flew towards him, the real man smiled again, his right hand already transformed into a bone blade, waiting for the boy to crash into him.

Just as the two were about to collide, a crisp clapping sound exploded in the air.

In an instant, Dongtang and Huzhang switched positions. The prey in front of the real man suddenly changed from Huzhang to Dongtang. As the bone blade slashed down, Dongtang's right fist, which had been ready for a moment, slammed out. The fist collided with the bone blade, suspending the real man in mid-air.

He turned his head and grinned in the direction behind the real person.

Another round of applause.

Toudou and Itajō switched positions again. Itajō leaped onto his bone blade, perfectly separating their positions. Before the real man could even turn around, Itajō's right fist came down.

All the suppressed anger, all the focus that had settled during the battle, and all the renewed understanding of magical power converged in this one punch.

Black lightning once again poured forth.

The space distorted violently the moment the fist made contact with the real person's back. The real person's body was hit by this punch and fell straight down from mid-air, crashing into the ground and exploding into a deep circular crater.

Dust and gravel billowed into the sky. The real man lay at the bottom of the pit, the wound that had pierced his back slowly healing, but his soul had weakened even further.