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

The real person stopped in their tracks.

He tilted his head, excitement gleaming in his heterochromatic eyes, and the smile on his lips widened: "Ha!"

One of his hands suddenly transformed into a distorted human face. The lips of that face trembled, tears streamed desperately from its swollen eye sockets, and it squeezed out broken cries for help: "Save me, save me."

The real person looked at the pleading face in his hand with admiration, then his other hand transformed into a sharp blade, piercing the face's head without warning.

The blade pierced through the eye socket and emerged from the back of the head. The expression on the face froze, and tears dripped down the blade.

He was deliberately trying to disgust him.

"Hirohito Itadori! That's the expression! That's the expression that looks like he wants to kill me but can't do anything about it!!"

The man spread his arms wide, his smile almost distorted with brilliance, and every word felt like a knife scraping at the heart of the man, "This is absolutely fantastic, absolutely fantastic! Hahaha!"

Itachi's face darkened to an icy point, and his fist slowly clenched at his side, as if golden sparks were dancing within it.

The real man laughed even harder, pulling the knife from the face of the person who was no longer moving. He casually flicked away the bloodstains remaining on the blade, and the head rolled twice on the ground before being crushed by the real man like trash.

"Don't get angry so easily, this is just the cursed spirit talking nonsense."

Kill it!

Kill it!!

Kill it!!!

"I'm going to kill you."

Tiger Staff strode forward, walking towards the real man with firm steps and without the slightest hesitation.

The real man showed no intention of running away; he even took the initiative to meet Tiger Staff.

Without Su Nuo's soul protection, what makes this person think he can fight against him?

As the distance between the two continued to shrink, the fleshy arms of the cyborgs around them began to press inwards.

The fleshy walls closed on both sides, compressing the space for the two to move closer and closer until they could only move sideways through the narrow gap.

Even when their bodies were compressed to the point where they could only move sideways, they did not retreat even a single step.

They each had a reason to kill the other.

The moment the two closed in until they were almost touching, Zhenren launched the first attack.

His arm suddenly transformed into a twisted net-like structure, and a wave of curse energy exploded from his palm, covering the front of the staff.

But at the same instant the curse wave was emitted, Itachi's figure vanished from the spot.

The real man's pupils contracted, and he looked up to see Tiger Staff falling from mid-air, slamming into his face.

The force of that kick caused the person's nose to collapse.

The real person staggered backward, slamming one hand onto a cyborg next to him.

The transformation of inaction was activated instantly, and the cyborg's body was twisted into several huge rotating gears, their serrated edges gleaming coldly as they crushed towards Itadori.

With agile movements, Huzhang weaved and dodged through the gaps between the gears.

The real man gave him no time to catch his breath, slamming his hands on the ground again. At the same time, the cyborgs around him transformed into countless sharp, fishbone-like weapons, hacking wildly in the confined space. The sound of the spikes scraping against the walls and the ground was as dense as a torrential downpour.

Tiger Staff dodged and advanced through the barbed wire, each dodge narrowly avoiding a fatal attack. With a push of his foot, he closed in on the real man once more.

As Tiger Staff drew ever closer, the real man suddenly transformed his left hand into a massive hammer and slammed it down onto the ground. The hammer struck, causing the ground to crack and scatter debris in all directions. Ironically, the space around them, compressed by the cyborg, became much more spacious after the blow.

Tiger Staff was waiting for the moment the heavy hammer hit the ground.

He used the heavy hammer that the real man had smashed down as leverage to leap into the air, twisting his body in mid-air and slamming his right leg hard into the real man's face.

Another kick landed squarely on his face, sending his head flying backward, but he didn't let go.

His other hand suddenly reached out from behind his back, his five fingers gripping Tiger Staff's ankle tightly, a smug smile on his lips: "I've got you... Wuwei Transformation!"

Just as the real person was about to activate the spell, a golden flame suddenly exploded from the deepest part of Huzhang's soul.

The golden flames spread backward along the hand that was gripping the tiger staff's ankle, and entered his soul.

"Aaaaaah..." The real person let out the most miserable scream of the night.

He released Huzhang's ankle, sprang backward, and desperately patted the still spreading golden flames on his body.

But the flames weren't burning the body, but the soul itself; no matter how he patted them, the flames showed no sign of weakening.

With just one touch, a full fifth of his soul was burned away.

Tiger Staff didn't miss this opening. In the instant that the real man was desperately trying to put out the fire, he swooped in and punched the real man on the head.

The real man was blasted away by the punch, his body dragging a straight trajectory as he crashed through a thick load-bearing pillar, leaving a human-shaped hole in the pillar.

Huzhang stood still, his chest heaving violently, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked down at his body... There were no wounds, no traces of being transformed by inaction.

After Su Nuo left his body, Duanmu Yan woke him from his coma and gently touched his forehead before leaving.

It felt so warm then, like a ray of sunshine coming in right from the center of my forehead.

Now he understood that Teacher Duanmu had already prepared a backup plan back then.

He buried this golden flame, powerful enough to scorch the soul, deep within his own soul, specifically to restrain the transformation of a true person into inaction.

If a real person dares to cast a spell on him, this flame will burn back along his soul.

Haddō clenched his fist, golden flames dancing on the back of his hand—not hot, but warm.

A slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips: "As expected of Teacher Duanmu. You gave me the chance to kill this guy myself."

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the load-bearing column.

The real person slowly walked out of the humanoid hole, his hair disheveled, half of his face burned black, and the injury of having one-fifth of his soul removed was far more unbearable than the physical pain.

He was panting heavily, leaning against the edge of the shattered pillar, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on Itadori through his stray hairs.

Haddō did not retreat, nor did he hesitate. He too adopted the stance for a final battle.

The only way to determine victory or defeat is through the most primal form of combat.

Chapter 288 Yuuhito Itadori, You've Murdered Someone

It turns out that long after the transaction failed, in order to prevent the members of the alliance from being injured by the real people, Duanmu Yan added a layer of Nawa's purifying flame to all the sorcerers and assistant supervisors, especially Huzhang and Dongtang.

Now, it comes in handy!

The underground station in Shibuya was shrouded in a strong smell of blood.

After being purified by the fire, half of Zhenren's soul still felt the burning pain, but his gaze at Huzhang was even more fervent than before.

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the cyborg wall, tearing a huge gap in the flesh, and walked towards the station hall.

"Then let's continue... Round two, begin!"

The real person launched the first attack, his arm rapidly transforming into a tubular structure resembling a vase, continuously spraying out dense magical bullets from the mouth of the vase.

The bullets whistled through the air as they rained down on Huzhang.

Huzhang flipped over the glass railing and landed on the lower platform. The bullet hit the spot where he had just stood, shattering the glass.

He ran wildly along the railing, with cursed bullets relentlessly pursuing him, scattering countless fragments at his feet.

Seeing that the bullets couldn't keep up with the opponent's pace, the real man decisively changed tactics, his right foot swelled into a giant hammer-like shape, and with a sweeping blow, smashed a large section of glass railings along with concrete pillars.

Taking advantage of a gap in his sweeping motion, Huzhang darted into the elevator car next to him, his back pressed against the cold metal wall as he gasped for breath.

The real man watched Itajimaru enter the elevator, a slight smile appearing on his lips. Itajimaru immediately sensed the ill intent in that smile, clenched his fist, and rapidly gathered his magical power at his knuckles.

The next second, the real person indeed launched a surprise attack, but not from above, but by breaking through the side wall of the elevator.

Tiger Staff dodged the blow by sidestepping, then slammed his fist down from above, aiming the hammer at the top of the man's head.

The real man stretched his neck to an impossible length, tilted his head back to dodge the fist, and then snapped back instantly. His lips made an exaggerated kissing motion as he approached Itajō's face, but the moment they touched, his mouth transformed into a sharp blade that pierced Itajō's throat.

"Kiss me!"

Itachi dodged the thrust by tilting his head, then delivered a heavy punch to Makoto's stomach, causing him to bend over. The two then engaged in another fierce exchange of blows in the cramped elevator car.

The real man transformed his arms into heavy hammers and his limbs into sharp blades for striking, while Itsuji responded with punches and kicks. There were no fancy moves, only the purest form of striking.

The elevator lost its support during a violent jolt, and the entire car plummeted downwards.

Itachi grabbed the cable above, swung his body in the falling elevator shaft, and leaped onto the nearest platform.

He rolled to the ground, preparing to find a more spacious area to deal with the real person's flexible and ever-changing attack patterns, when suddenly he heard hurried footsteps ahead.

Two ordinary people were standing not far away, waving frantically at him, their faces filled with panic and anxiety: "Quick, come over here! It's dangerous here!"

When Huzhang saw two people who needed help, he instinctively walked towards them.

One of them was still anxiously asking, "Do you know what happened?"

Just as Huzhang was about to turn his head to answer, the other person's mouth suddenly opened.

The real figure shot out of the man's mouth and punched Itachi's face.

Itadori's pupils contracted sharply, but his body reacted faster than his mind, crossing his fists in front of his chest to take the sudden attack head-on.

The impact sent him flying several meters back, his shoes carving two deep furrows in the platform floor.

The real person did not pursue them.

He landed on the ground and, right in front of Tiger Staff, grabbed the ordinary person next to him who was still trembling. The light of transformation from nothingness shone in his palm.

The person's body was forcibly twisted and deformed, the bones under the skin making a chilling cracking sound, and in an instant it was reshaped into a long sword that gleamed with a cold light.

The real man held the sword, which had been transformed from a living person, in his hand and waved it at Itachi: "See... you can't do anything."

His fingers gently traced the blade, and the man's face emerged from the blade, his lips trembling silently.

Huzhang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

The real person took in his expression, and the corners of his mouth curved up even more.

It's almost here; the next move he's prepared for Huzhang is about to happen.

You could bring yourself to harm those cyborgs, but what if the other person were a living, breathing human being, with flesh and blood just like you?

What would you do, Hisahito Itadori? Would you throw a punch at these innocent people, or would you refrain from attacking to protect them, only to be tormented to the point of collapse?