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

He became a killing puppet...

His fangs are always pointed only at the strong.

"Cough!" Louhu groaned, his chest, which had been dented by Youyun's blow, quickly swelled up and recovered under the influence of the spell.

As long as the cursed spirit is not dead, it can consume curse power to restore its body. However, the shock and anger in its single eye did not subside. Instead, it burned even more fiercely because of this completely unexpected situation.

It locked its gaze on the figure that was approaching again like a ghost, but its heart sank when it saw the other's movements.

There was no magical power at all; there was no fluctuation of magical power within the man's body.

But his speed and strength have already surpassed his own.

Since close combat is not an option, let's burn this man and this area to ashes.

The water clock's skin began to glow with a glaring red light in many places, and vein-like lines spread rapidly beneath the skin.

The next second, flames erupted from every inch of its body, turning the entire platform a scorching crimson.

Don't underestimate me!

The pride and rage of being a natural disaster were completely ignited at this moment.

The water clock was inherently a volatile cursed spirit. Ever since Hua Yu died at Duanmu Yan's hands more than ten years ago, it had been suppressing its nature, learning to be calm, learning to be patient, learning to be like a gentle, unassuming creature.

But now Yao Ji is dead, and Tuo Gen is dead, leaving only the real person.

It no longer has any scruples, and no longer suppresses anything.

All that remained in its eyes was the desire for the ideal of cursed spirits replacing humans, and the corresponding burning gaze.

Even the flames gushing from its body seemed to become more dazzling, turning from crimson to blindingly bright white.

The blazing red light engulfed the two intertwined figures, and the shockwave generated by the collision of flames and pure flesh sent rubble and water flying from the platform.

The crowd watching below was instantly blinded by the intense light. Maki raised her hand to shield her eyebrows, barely managing to make out the area engulfed in flames through her fingers.

She couldn't help herself and turned to ask the Naobi next to her, "Old man, who exactly is that person? Is he an enemy or a friend?"

Suddenly appearing to snatch her travel cloud, and then suddenly turning around to fight the one-eyed cursed spirit, she couldn't understand this person's behavior logic at all.

"He is a ghost."

The Naobi paused, looking at the flames with a complex expression, a feeling he couldn't quite explain.

"As for his stance, I don't know."

A person who never fought for anyone in his life is forcibly brought back to this world after death. Why should he stand on the side of the sorcerer, and why should he stand on the side of the cursed spirit?

Fushiguro Megumi did not speak.

He had a feeling that the man had glanced in his direction during a break in the fight.

That glance was fleeting, devoid of emotion, merely an instinctive turn of the head, yet a strange feeling welled up within him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Nanami patted him on the shoulder, her voice pulling him back to reality: "Now is not the time to stop here. We need to evacuate the rest of the people as soon as possible and then go to support other areas."

As if to prove his words, an extremely powerful surge of magical energy instantly swept across the entire Shibuya.

The impact was far more intense than any previous clash; the entire underground platform trembled violently, and dust and gravel fell through the cracks in the ceiling.

This effect can only be produced by the clash of two legendary magical powers.

Duanmu Yan and Su Nuo faced off.

Chapter 276 Shen'er vs. the Water Clock

The water clock opened its arms, and flames surged wildly from its palms, transforming into several thick pillars of fire that simultaneously blasted towards Shen'er.

Shen Er pushed off with his feet, his body swaying and dodging between several pillars of fire with minimal movement. One pillar of fire grazed his shoulder, and another passed through his waist.

With a powerful swing of the two remaining sections of the Cloud Staff, the staff, imbued with pure striking force, forcefully dispersed the third wave of flames that was rushing towards him.

Sparks flew across his body, leaving several shallow scorch marks, but his expression remained unchanged. His eyes, empty to the point of being chilling, remained fixed on the cursed spirit that was constantly spewing flames.

Which is better, the water clock or the clepsydra?

All I want to say is... either is possible.

In the original work, when facing the spirit Shen'er, Torghun's assessment of his speed was "surpassing the water clock".

Now that the water clock has been brought close by Shen'er, this assessment is being cruelly proven true.

Shen'er's figure darted swiftly through the gaps in the flames. He didn't need to think or strategize; his body's instincts were enough to allow him to find the most cunning angle of entry amidst the dense barrage of fire.

He moved closer to the side of the water clock, and Youyun flicked it upwards, striking the arm of the water clock precisely and deflecting the fire pillar it had been storing.

Immediately afterward, using the momentum from swinging the stick, he twisted his waist and turned around, then struck the water clock in the ribs with a backhand, sending it flying sideways.

The water clock crashed through a stone pillar and slammed heavily against the wall at the edge of the platform, spitting out a mouthful of purple blood mixed with lava-like remnants of cursed power that spilled all over the ground.

Louhu propped himself up against the wall and stood up again. The dent in his chest caused by Youyun's blow quickly swelled up and healed under the infusion of magical power.

It wiped away the remaining purple bloodstains from the corner of its mouth, but the flames in its eyes did not go out; instead, they burned even more fiercely.

Don't underestimate me!

Centered on it, more than a dozen pillars of fire exploded on the ground at the same time, and the crimson light turned the entire platform into a scorching hell.

Shen'er's figure was engulfed by the flames, but the water clock did not relax its vigilance. It could sense that the man was still there, waiting for the next attack somewhere in the flames.

The activation of a spell is a process, and the extent to which this process can be compressed determines the spellcaster's output speed.

Even the incredibly efficient Gojo Satoru cannot completely skip this process, which is what is known as the pre-animation.

But Fuheshel doesn't need these.

All he needs to do is wave the spell tools in his hands and use the instinctive reactions of every muscle in his body.

Pure physical techniques are never as complicated as spells.

Moreover, the power and speed bestowed upon him by Heaven and the Curse went far beyond strength and speed. He possessed an extremely strong natural resistance to curse power, and many potentially fatal curse attacks would have their power reduced by the vast majority of their force when they struck him.

Even the Kagura released by Gojo Satoru after awakening the Reversal Technique caused him very limited damage.

With the combined boost of his incredibly fast attack speed and resistance to curses, all he needs to do is keep attacking.

Even as it burst forth from the flames, the fragments of the cloud traced a sharp arc in the air, striking the water clock's shoulder precisely and breaking its arm that was spewing flames.

The water clock slapped out with its palm, which was covered in high-temperature flames, and then dodged to the side, grazing past his chest.

He did not retreat, but took advantage of the moment when Louhu's palm missed to get close. Youyun struck the same spot repeatedly, denting Louhu's shoulder.

Louhu felt the pain and a ring of flames exploded beneath his feet in an attempt to force him back. He even walked straight through the flames, his clothes scorched in several places, but his speed did not slow down at all. He then smashed Louhu's chest with his stick again.

The water clock was knocked off its feet by the blow, and its back slammed into the wall again, causing large areas of plaster to peel off. Purple blood continued to gush from the corner of its mouth.

But it did not fall; the burning passion in its eyes remained.

The water clock's gaze was fixed on the man in front of it, who remained expressionless amidst the sea of ​​fire, and its judgment quickly took shape in the intense heat.

The power of his own flames was greatly weakened in some way when they struck him.

Theoretically speaking, if you are being restrained, the best option is to retreat immediately, regroup, and fight again.

But... that's the mindset of the weak.

As a source of pride for natural disasters, I will never allow myself to be trampled on like this.

boom--

Centered on the water clock, the temperature within a radius of 100 meters rose wildly once again.

The platform floor began to soften and turn red, silver droplets slowly dripped from the metal railings, and the moisture in the air was completely evaporated, making even breathing a burning pain in the lungs.

Flames erupted from every inch of its skin, and its entire being transformed into a miniature sun that had fallen to earth, crashing head-on into Shen'er.

The stone pillars along the way began to melt before they even came into contact with the flames surrounding them, leaving a scorched, blackened ravine of rolling lava in the ground.

Shen Er looked at the fireball hurtling towards him, and for the first time, a certain emotion appeared in his empty, pure black eyes.

That was excitement.

The muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes shone brightly in the flames.

Whether in life or in death, there have never been many opponents who could make his blood boil, but this reckless cursed spirit in front of him made every muscle in his body scream that it wanted to tear him apart.

He dodged the lava ball the moment it hit him, the flames around the water clock burning his clothes to ashes, but he didn't care. He swung his stick and struck the water clock on the back, forcefully knocking it out of the flames.

The water clock was struck by the stick and rolled several times on the ground. Before it could regain its balance, it was already stuck to the ground again.

His mouth was now stretched into a wide grin, the smile of a predator.

The water clock flipped over and shot out several fireflies with a flick of its wrist. Without even looking at them, the Cloud Remnant in its hand created several afterimages in the air, blasting all the fireflies to pieces in mid-air.

The explosion burst in front of him, and he walked straight through it. He swept his cloud-like hand across the flames, knocking it to one knee. Then he kicked it in the chest, sending it sliding backward more than ten meters.

The water clock struggled to its feet from the ruins, purple blood flowing continuously from the crack on its head, mingling with lava and dripping onto the scorched ground, making a sizzling sound.

It channeled its magical power into its entire body once more, preparing to launch a new attack, only to find that the man had not caught up.

Shen Er stood still, looking down at the two pieces of drifting cloud in his hand.

The intense, continuous clashes had already caused cracks in the chains on the staff. He tilted his head, lifted the cloud-like object in front of his eyes, and then exerted a sudden burst of strength, snapping the two sections of the cloud, which were barely connected by the chains, off with his bare hands.

He held the two broken pieces of the cloud in his hands and rubbed them together.

The metal rubbed against the metal with a piercing shriek, and sparks flew from the friction surfaces, dancing dangerously in the light of the lingering flames around them.

Under his polishing, the cloud-shaped weapon gradually became sharper, transforming from a blunt weapon into two simple short spears.

Shen Er held the sharpened cloud-like object up to his eyes for a moment, then looked up at the still-panting cursed spirit opposite him, revealing a satisfied yet cruel smile.

Chapter 277 I can't fall yet!

A temporary advantage does not determine the final outcome; changes can occur in an instant at any time.

Louhu wiped the purple bloodstains from the corner of his mouth and stood up straight again from the ruins.

It doesn't think it will lose.

There is still a reserve of magical power. Although the body is damaged in many places, as long as the core is not pierced, it can be repaired instantly with magical power.

No matter how strong the man in front of you is, he is still just flesh and blood. He can make countless mistakes, but as long as you seize one opportunity, it will be enough to burn him to ashes.