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

The impact of the flames exploded in front of his chest, blasting him hundreds of meters away and smashing through the window of a milk tea shop across the street.

Looking at the suddenly appearing golden figure, Fushiguro Megumi subconsciously called out, "Teacher Duanmu."

The other party did not respond, standing in front of him like a silent statue.

Almost a second later, a voice came from above: "Hui, this is a backup plan I set up for you, don't worry about it."

Duanmu Yan fell from mid-air, landing next to his energy clone. He snapped his fingers, and the clone turned into specks of golden light and dissipated in the night wind.

He looked in the direction where Su Nuo had been knocked away. "This move is called Energy Clone. You've never seen it before, have you?"

"You really tricked me." Su Nuo walked out of the ruins of the milk tea shop, holding a perfectly intact cup of milk tea in her hand.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then casually tossed the cup aside.

Duanmu Yan glanced at the empty cup on the ground. "You need to sort your trash properly, just like you."

Su Nuo retorted sarcastically, "Heh, you glib little brat. I hope you've made arrangements for your funeral, or you won't have another chance to say this later."

"Those were just tests; what follows is the real deal."

He spread his arms, and the magical power around him surged in an instant. The air began to vibrate violently around him, and the rubble on the ground was crushed into dust by this oppressive force.

Duanmu Yan unfurled a pair of golden wings formed from condensed elements behind him, flicked his wrist, and laughed loudly: "Bring it on!"

The two figures disappeared from their spots almost simultaneously.

They appeared simultaneously in mid-air in the center of the ruins. Duanmu Yan's right fist, wrapped in flames, smashed towards Su Nuo's head. Su Nuo turned his head to dodge, and his backhand slashed with a cold light towards Duanmu Yan's throat.

Duanmu Yan raised his arm to parry the slash, then swung his elbow at Su Nuo's chest. Su Nuo raised his knee to block the elbow strike. The two exchanged attacks and defenses several times in a mere half-second, and then disappeared at the same time.

When they reappeared, they had moved to the top floor of the building on the other side.

Duanmu Yan's wind blade and Su Nuo's slash collided fiercely in the air, and the shattered remnants of curse power poured down from the rooftop.

He dodged Su Nuo's continuous slashes by sidestepping, then suddenly pushed off with his feet, transforming into a golden streak of light that circled around Su Nuo's side, his right leg whipping out in a whirlwind.

Su Nuo leaped backward before the kick landed, lightly touching the edge of the rooftop with her toes, and the two disappeared simultaneously once again.

From Fushiguro Megumi's perspective, the battle had completely exceeded his tracking capabilities.

He could only see golden and dark red lights flashing in the night sky, each flash accompanied by a brief metallic clanging sound and the roar of a shockwave.

Two points of light leaped wildly across the Shibuya skyline, moving from the top of one building to another, shattering glass curtain walls and carving crisscrossing scars into building facades by the impact and the aftershocks of the elements.

He tilted his head back, his mouth involuntarily opening.

In a battle of this caliber, let alone intervening, it's already quite an achievement to even see what's happening.

The two figures exchanged several more rounds of attacks and defenses in mid-air. Duanmu Yan's wind blade grazed Su Nuo's shoulder and sliced ​​a billboard on a nearby building in half.

Su Nuo retaliated with his slash, leaving several shallow white marks on the breastplate of the Yatalis armor. However, those marks were quickly repaired by the armor's own elemental flow.

The battle seems to be tilting in one direction.

Chapter 281 Where did this roadside come from?

"Is that all the strength you have, King of Curses? Your feeble attack power isn't even enough to scratch my skin," Duanmu Yan's voice rang out, tinged with undisguised mockery.

Su Nuo didn't reply; he was quickly calculating the current situation in his mind.

Duanmu Yan's armor is just too hard. Even when Jie attacks hit it, it's hard to leave a crack. And the more powerful Ba requires close-range contact to use.

Unfortunately, the opponent's speed was ridiculously fast. Just as he got close enough to deliver a blow, the opponent had already created distance and casually flicked a counterattack back.

It can engage in close combat, but it has to separate before it can exert its full strength. So far, its own attacks haven't been able to cause much damage.

Worse still, as the battle intensified, Hisahito Itadori's consciousness began to awaken at an accelerated pace.

He could feel the soul within him returning little by little.

Oh dear, things are getting worse!

"Shouldn't you be paying your rent, Mr. Tenant?" Duanmu Yan caught a glimpse of the subtle anxiety in Su Nuo's slightly constricted pupils and added insult to injury.

"You talk too much." Su Nuo raised his chin, his tone still arrogant, but his curse power had silently increased.

We must deal with this brat quickly, otherwise we'll be in a very passive position.

"Once I peel off your iron shell, let's see if your mouth will still be so stubborn."

Duanmu Yan knew exactly what Su Nuo was planning.

This guy has become increasingly impatient since he started attacking, each slash is heavier than the last, and each charge is more risky than the last.

He knew that Sukuna was eager to end the battle before Itajimaru was fully awake, and all he needed to do was stall for time.

However, there are techniques to procrastination. You can't let the other party realize that you are deliberately delaying, otherwise they will fight desperately.

The best approach is to continue the pressure, relentlessly attacking him so he has no time to think about how to break the deadlock.

"Take off my armor? You can barely even touch the hem of my clothes, let alone take off my armor."

Duanmu Yan conjured a fire elemental spear in his hand and hurled it at Su Nuo.

"Were you praised too highly a thousand years ago? Do you really think you're invincible? Wake up, you old fogey, this is a new era."

"This new era doesn't leave room for old guys like you!"

Su Nuo cleaved the flaming spear in two with a single palm strike, his eyes turning sinister: "A new era, huh? It's just a change of insects. The nature of insects has never changed. A thousand years ago, sorcerers would kneel before me, and you will do the same a thousand years later."

"Kneeling? I think you'd love to kneel right now." Duanmu Yan's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Su Nuo's lips twitched; this time, she was truly hit where it hurt.

Without further ado, he swung his right hand, unleashing a barrage of slashes that hurtled towards Duanmu Yan.

Duanmu Yan did not dodge, but instead met the attack head-on with his right fist, which was wrapped in flames and lightning.

The two fists collided in mid-air, and flames, lightning, and the aftershocks of the strike spread wildly in all directions, completely leveling the ruins within a radius of tens of meters.

The recoil from the punch sent both of them flying backward. Duanmu Yan flipped in the air and landed steadily, while Su Nuo also took several steps back before the force dissipated.

Su Nuo slowly brought his hands together, and a massive amount of magical power poured out from between his fingers, radiating outwards in all directions like an invisible wave.

The air became viscous and heavy under the pressure of this curse, and the pebbles on the ground began to float upwards against gravity.

Duanmu Yan possessed extensive combat experience, and he could tell what his opponent was going to do the moment his finger moved.

The cursed power within their bodies began to converge wildly at the same instant, and four elemental patterns lit up alternately on the armor. Golden arcs of electricity leaped from the shoulder armor all the way to their fingertips, forming a stark contrast with the dark red wave of cursed power on Su Nuo's side.

In the core area of ​​these two magical forces, if there were any ordinary people still alive, they wouldn't need to be hit by any attack at all; the sheer density of the magical forces released by both sides would be enough to burst them apart within seconds.

Just then, a huge figure descended from the sky and crashed down between the two of them.

This is a top-tier cursed spirit, its body covered in twisted muscles, with only one eye that takes up most of its head, scanning the two of them with an arrogant and domineering air.

"Kill! I will slaughter you all and experience my domineering power!"

It is a cursed spirit born from humanity's fear of bullying. Unlike other cursed spirits, it bullies people regardless of their strength.

The weak should naturally be trampled underfoot, and the strong are no exception.

Just now, it sensed two extremely powerful auras clashing here, so it rushed over excitedly, ready to use its domineering power to bully these two arrogant fools.

The next second, a thick bolt of lightning struck its head precisely, blasting its huge single eye to smithereens.

At the same time, several invisible slashes cut through its body from different directions, instantly splitting its massive body into five evenly spaced pieces.

Before this top-tier cursed spirit, determined to dominate the entire world, could even utter a scream, it turned into several pieces of dissipating remains piled on the ground.

In this situation, even a calamity-level cursed spirit like the Leaky Pot would only be treated like a roadside animal to be casually dealt with.

The best possible outcome would be that someone passing by would capture the photo, take a screenshot, and edit it into a meme, thus achieving cyber immortality.

Duanmu Yan withdrew his finger and looked away from the remnants of the cursed spirit. Before he could refocus on Su Nuo, a cold aura suddenly swept over him from above.

Rimei's figure appeared in mid-air, one hand outstretched in front of her, fingers spread wide, aimed at Duanmu Yan, and she shouted sharply: "Ice Condensation Spell!"

He then blew out a breath, and a large amount of icy wind, carrying a biting chill, swept towards Duanmu Yan, freezing the air into fine ice crystals wherever it passed.

Duanmu Yan merely glanced at the oncoming icy winds before his body vanished from the spot.

Rime's pupils contracted sharply. The icy wind lashed at the spot where he had just stood, freezing the ground into a smooth expanse of ice, but the golden figure was no longer there.

Su Nuo's eyes narrowed sharply. If there was anyone in this world worthy of his special attention, it was only Rimei.

His hand reacted faster than his brain, unleashing a slash that tore through the air, while simultaneously shouting a warning: "Behind you!"

But it was too late.

Duanmu Yan's speed was incredibly fast; Li Mei could not possibly stop him.

He appeared behind Rime, his right fist raised high. He didn't use any elemental techniques or the armor's built-in skills; it was simply a punch enhanced by magical power.

The punch landed hard on Rime's back, bending his body into a reverse V-shape.

Before Rime could even utter a groan, he crashed heavily to the ground, sending shards of rock flying. He lay at the bottom of the pit, his eyes rolling back, completely unconscious.

"And where did you come from, roadside?"

Chapter 282 Threatening Su Nuo

Rime achieved a stunning feat with a single gift.

This gesture had a significant impact, effectively shutting Duanmu Yan out of the debate.

Duanmu Yan, carrying the unconscious Li Mei in one hand, looked at Su Nuo's gloomy eyes and jokingly said, "How about we fight somewhere else? If the losses here are too great, I'll be bothered by those officials for a long time."

A complex expression flashed across Su Nuo's face, but it was quickly suppressed by coldness.

He looked at Duanmu Yan and couldn't help but sneer, "Heh, you've really fallen from grace, Duanmu Yan. As the strongest in this era, you're actually willing to listen to a bunch of ordinary people... Don't you have any dignity as a strong person?"

“Of course there is.” Duanmu Yan’s tone remained calm and unhurried, as if to say, “But I don’t think the dignity of the strong needs to be reflected in the weak.”

"Those who use trampling on the weak as a way to show their own strength... those are the real weak ones."

"Tch, what a smooth talker." Su Nuo snorted disdainfully.

"So what's your conclusion? Come with me to a secluded place to fight, and I'll return your hostage to you." Duanmu Yan lifted Li Mei up, indicating that the hostage was still in his hands.

Su Nuo's face darkened completely.

He was being threatened; the mighty King of Curses was being threatened with such despicable means.