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

A victor's smile appeared on the real man's face... This punch was unavoidable for Itajima.

Chapter 300 Predators

boom--

The enormous impact exploded on the river surface, but it wasn't Tiger Stick who was sent flying backwards, but the real person.

That slippery punch was the Jingting Fist, which Itachi had already mastered. After the first hit, the second impact exploded outwards.

The delayed burst of force caused the real person's entire body to lose balance, and his upper body uncontrollably leaned backward.

In that brief moment of loss of balance, Itachi's right fist had already gathered power once again.

In that brief moment of imbalance, Itachi's right fist had already gathered power again, with cursed energy frantically converging on the knuckles, and black lightning flickering between his fingers.

Masato knew he absolutely could not let Itajō's punch hit him.

Just then, Dongtang, who had already fallen, suddenly appeared above them.

The tall man, covered in blood, stood at the edge of the ruins, with what seemed like a blazing sun rising behind him, illuminating the entire underground river.

"Spirit of Curse, you surely don't know this... Curse power is merely decoration. The so-called clapping is the soul's cheer!"

He slammed his palms together, the crisp sound echoing throughout the tunnel.

The real man instinctively slashed behind him, but he and Tiger Staff did not switch positions.

A mocking smile appeared on Dongtang's rugged face as he chuckled, "How foolish, Curse Spirit. How can you use spells without curse power?"

Only then did the real person realize that they had been scammed.

He wasn't stunned by the attack; rather, deep down he was afraid that the massive man before him had truly established some kind of restraint, and that he might suddenly be able to use magic again. Clearly, he had made the wrong gamble.

He turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

Itachi's fist was already inches away, and black lightning crackled across its knuckles more intensely than ever before.

"Black Flash!"

The black flash, unleashed with full spell power, slammed solidly into the real person.

The immense impact and destructive force caused the real person's chest cavity to collapse visibly, and purple blood mist emanated from various parts of its body.

With a roar, Tiger Rod pushed his fist forward a few more inches, and the real man screamed as he was swept away by the force and slammed into the ground. His body pierced through the dome of the underground river and was blasted onto the surface.

It flew straight backward like a rootless duckweed, its body scraping violently against the ground, leaving a long, bloody trail.

He flew backwards for over a hundred meters before stopping, lying on his back in a pile of rubble, with purplish-black blood constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He no longer possessed the arrogance and high spirits he had when he first awakened to his full potential. Now, helpless, he huddled on the ground like a rat crossing the street, his limbs trembling uncontrollably.

Itadori walked calmly to the real man. The real man wanted to retaliate by spitting out the cyborg, but only managed a few dry heaves.

He had already used up all the cyborgs stored in his body in order to delay these two.

A blood-red character for "death" seemed to appear above his head.

die! ! !

Itachi stopped and looked down at the man curled up on the ground. His voice was unexpectedly calm, no longer the roar that had been torn apart by anger and despair, but rather remarkably peaceful.

"I admit you're right, real person, I am you, but I really want to deny you, so I pretend not to understand what you're saying."

“But things are different now… I just want to kill you.”

"If you turn into a new curse, then I will kill it too. Even if you change your name or your appearance, I will kill you, no matter how many times. There is no need for any meaning or reason."

"My actions may only have meaning hundreds of years after my death. I think I am just a small cog in some behemoth, constantly removing cursed spirits until I am completely rusted... That is the meaning of my existence."

The real person remained blankly dazed, with purple blood slowly seeping from the corners of their mouth, nose, and eyes.

He trembled as he brought his hand to his eyes, staring intently at his palm, which was slashed and bloodied. "Wuwei...transformation?"

He hesitated before speaking, trying to mobilize his magical power to activate the spell, but the little magical power he had left was not even enough to support the most basic spell.

The real person's mouth gradually opened wide, and a look of terror appeared in their blank eyes.

He turned to run away, his face filled with extreme terror. He suddenly felt like a snow hare on an icy plain, with a wolf with piercing eyes behind him.

That feeling is a sign of being hunted.

He suddenly turned around and tried to crawl away, but both his legs had already been broken by the series of heavy blows.

He took only a few steps before losing his balance and falling heavily to the ground. He frantically crawled forward, using both hands and feet.

He didn't want to die. He had only just achieved the complete evolution of Wuwei today, and he hadn't yet realized the final ideal of the cursed spirits.

"Eeeeeeeahhhh..." The real person dragged his completely crippled legs, ignoring the blisters on his hands, and crawled forward like a madman.

Just as Itadori was about to finish him off, a gentle voice came from the side: "Please stop, Itadori-kun. Hand over this cursed spirit to me."

Xia Youjie and Zhang Xiang rushed over.

Zhang Xiang rushed to Itajō's side and helped his blood-covered younger brother up, his voice full of heartache: "Little brother, you're badly injured! Let's go to Dr. Shoko for treatment right away."

Tiger Rod shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the real man: "No. I want to kill it with my own hands."

Xia Youjie stepped forward and said gently, "Not yet. This cursed spirit's spell can help many mages who were injured in this battle."

"They have become unsightly or have physical disabilities for various reasons... These can all be restored to their original appearance through this procedure."

He bent down slightly, looked at Haddō with his calm eyes, and said in a voice as soft as if he were discussing something with his own child, "Is it alright?"

The real person was still desperately crawling forward, his fingernails grinding bloody and mangled on the gravel, every inch of movement accompanied by heavy breathing and increasingly weak fluctuations of magical power.

Xia Youjie slowly raised his hand, looking at the struggling, mangled body, his smile gradually deepening.

"Extreme Chapter: Whirlpool".

The real person's head suddenly bent backward, and his outstretched hands instantly bent into several pieces, folding around his body.

The mangled body was twisted into a deformed shape by an invisible force, its flesh and soul compressed simultaneously, eventually condensing into a black sphere the size of an egg, which gently landed in Xia Youjie's outstretched palm.

Chapter 301 The Great Curse Spirit

Shibuya. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

Yiguyou Tai knelt on one knee, his spell implement stuck in the broken floor tiles, his chest heaving violently.

The woman before him was indeed an ancient monster who had lived for thousands of years. Her combat experience was terrifyingly strong. The timing of switching gravity spells, the choice of attack angles, and every dodge were all done just before the blade passed by. These were not things that could be accumulated by talent alone.

Moreover, Teacher Duanmu had once reminded him that this woman's domain was an open domain. If he rashly opened up his domain to fight, he would definitely not be able to compete with her. Opening up his domain would be tantamount to admitting defeat.

"Hoo." Yuta Ekiku stood up again, pulled the spell tool out of the floor tile, and his gaze remained calm.

Even so, he will still win.

Because he wasn't the only one here; there were also trustworthy friends, seniors, and juniors.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Not only can you construct spells, but you can also use incantations. I guess your spells must be the legendary copy that only appears once in a thousand years."

Yigu Youtai held his sword across his chest and replied expressionlessly with four words: "No comment."

"Hehe, just kidding. After all, I don't have any extra space to store your spells." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

She looked up at the other side of Shibuya, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "Ah... finally finished."

She looked away and turned back to Yuta Otsuko, saying casually, "Sorry, I don't have time to play with you."

Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous force of gravity pressed down on Yuta Etsu.

He groaned, his legs cracking the floor tiles as he stepped on them. He used his magical power to strengthen his entire body and barely managed to stay upright.

All that could be seen was a hunched-over, exhausted figure, amidst a desolate landscape, a vast expanse of water, and a cavernous, winding path. The scene was one of utter desolation, a breathtaking spectacle of life unfolding before them.

She looked down at the small ball, a hint of regret on her face: "So you only managed to retrieve the soul? It seems Xia Youjie was behind it. But it's no big deal... I only need to activate this spell once."

She raised her hand, and a huge symbol slowly emerged in the sky, ancient and complex runes swirling and spreading in the air as if they were alive.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

On the surface of each of those small spheres, a blurry face appeared, and the souls of the four Calamity Curse Spirits converged with the real people under that symbol.

The lava of the louvered pot, the hurricane of the nymph, the ocean current of the dragon, the nature of the flower, and the evil of the real person—five completely different curses intertwined and merged in the night sky.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Duanmu Yan is currently engaged in a fierce battle with Su Nuo in the Nugui River Hot Spring Village, Gojo Satoru is sealed in the Prison Gate, and Etoko Yuta is right in front of him but unable to spare any attention.

No one in the Sorcerers' Guild could handle her powerful cursed spirit.

It seems that she will ultimately be the one to decide the outcome of the battle.

Just then, a golden beam of light descended from the sky, engulfing the area.

是天使。

The white figure spread its wings and hovered in mid-air, the golden beam of light from Jacob's Ladder pouring down from her palm.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

She had clearly set a restraint, requiring her to stop Duanmu Yan for at least twenty minutes, even if these ancient sorcerers who had just been resurrected would pay the price with their lives.

Although the ancient sorcerers shouted slogans loudly, they only managed to delay Duanmu Yan for a total of about twenty seconds. The angel should have been dealt with long ago.

Almost an hour has passed; she couldn't possibly still be alive.

Disobeying the rules can have extremely serious consequences.

The angels knew this, of course.

But what does it matter? It's just death.

It would all be worth it as long as this wicked woman could be eliminated. Besides, she hadn't broken any bonds at all... She had indeed been trying to stop Duanmu Yan, but she had been trapped by a top-grade cursed artifact and hadn't been able to escape.

It turned out that an hour earlier, when the transaction had just begun, Duanmu Yan had recognized the angel among the crowd blocking him.

Although that face wasn't Kurusu Hana's, those pure white wings were truly iconic.

So he defeated all the ancient sorcerers except for the angels, leaving only her alive.

This person is a truly good person, and very useful.