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

Duanmu Yan never liked to waste food, and he would always finish every single grain of rice in his bowl.

In the ensuing conversation, he roughly figured out the connection between these ancient sorcerers and the mysterious figures of the past. He learned that they possessed a unique and powerful ability to manipulate and control magical artifacts. He also learned about the various techniques and methods used by these ancient sorcerers.

The rest was much easier.

He chose a suitable magical tool, the Shuten-dōji pot, which was precisely the object he needed to summon the demon.

Now this pot has come back to haunt her. What do you call this? This is called reaping what you sow.

Duanmu Yan left an energy clone of himself within the barrier, set a 20-minute dissipation time, and then left.

Once the twenty-minute time limit expired, the energy clone automatically dissipated, and the angel was freed from the jar. Using her flight advantage, she soared into the sky, concealing herself with a barrier, waiting until the angel finally emerged from the jar.

Liao Yicheng Pu Huan

She is neither a cursed object nor a victim of flesh, so normally Jacob's Ladder has no special attack against her.

However, in addition to direct damage, Jacob's Ladder has another extremely troublesome effect: nullifying spells.

Liao Jian Nai Zong Jiao Shang Qiang Huang Yu

Only her brain was her own; the physical body belonged entirely to Kaori Itadori.

If the spell fails, she doesn't know if she will die immediately.

She immediately dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the golden beam of light that descended from the sky.

In the instant she dodged, Maki appeared behind her without her noticing, her long sword whistling as it slashed down at her.

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What truly captivated him was the sight of the sage, the cunning and ruthless, the ethereal beauty of the trees, and the serene, ethereal grace of the trees. He was a man of unparalleled grace and power, a man of profound wisdom and compassion, a man of unwavering resolve and profound understanding.

With a crisp cracking sound, it was as if something had been broken.

A blinding white light burst forth from the shattered, blood-red figure, so intense that everyone present instinctively closed their eyes.

The white light lasted for several seconds before slowly dissipating.

A figure steadied himself from the smoke and dust. He opened his unique six eyes, scanned the surrounding ruins, and then stretched as if he had just woken up: "Wow... it feels like only a short while has passed. I didn't expect to be out like this."

Those eyes, without a doubt!

Chapter 302 Gojo Satoru Reappears

Gojo Satoru steadied himself from the gradually dissipating white light, his unique six eyes shining brightly in the dim ruins.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling, panting Yuta Otsukoshi, then landing on the sword-wielding, alert Maki, before finally settling on the figure in front of him, whose face alternated between pale and flushed.

He raised his hand and cracked his neck, making a crisp snapping sound. "Ugh, while I was locked up in there, I was thinking about what the first thing I would do after I got out."

"Now you see... that ugly monster floating in the sky is your creation, right? It's really creative, a four-in-one... no, it should be a five-in-one cursed spirit. Who came up with this idea? They must love going to convenience stores."

Yuta Otsuko, supporting himself with his sword, stood up, his face a mixture of exhaustion and relieved joy: "Gojo-sensei, you're out."

“He’s out, he’s out.” Gojo Satoru gave him an OK sign, then looked at Otsukoshi Yuta carefully.

The child looked exhausted, his school uniform covered in the marks of battle, but his eyes were still the same as before, stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

He took two steps forward, tilted his head to look at Yuta Otsukoku, "Yuta, you did very well. But now that the teacher is out, leave the rest to me. You've already used up a lot of your magic power, haven't you? Wouldn't it be better to save that energy for having a late-night snack with Rika when you get back?"

Yuta shook his head, held the sword across his chest, and said in a breathless but firm voice, "Master, I still have strength left. Let me fight alongside you."

Gojo Satoru glanced at him, then suddenly reached out and patted the student, who was already not much shorter than himself, on the head.

This single movement nearly caused Yi Gu You Tai to lose his balance, and the momentum he had just built up was mostly dissipated by this blow.

"Yuta, you've done a great job holding off that woman in Shibuya all by yourself for so long. But even a teacher has pride... After being sealed away for so long, I need to stretch my muscles a bit."

"You and Maki go deal with that woman with stitches in her head, just to give me a chance to show off."

After he finished speaking, he walked past Ekuku Yuta toward the huge figure that was slowly taking shape in the sky. After taking a few steps, he turned back and pointed with his thumb at the cursed spirit that was still fusing in the sky. "And that guy looks like a good warm-up subject."

Maki walked over from the side, patted Yuta on the shoulder, and looked at Yuta with a gentle, knowing smile. She then smiled at him, her eyes wide with surprise, and said, "I'm so glad you're here."

Otsuko Yuu hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, switched the sword to his other hand, nodded at Gojo Satoru's retreating figure, and turned to face the enemy with Maki.

At this moment, Kaori Itadori's face alternated between pale and flushed as she looked down at her newly grown arm.

The reversal procedure was complete, and her skin was smooth and intact, but she was not happy at all.

The angel was still alive. The restraints not only failed to take her life, but she also managed to find a loophole.

Gojo Satoru was released. Although the fusion ritual was successful, he was at most equivalent to Sukuna with about fifteen fingers. This level would have been enough to destroy human civilization in any era...

Apart from two eras: the Heian period a thousand years ago, and the present.

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Gojo Satoru stayed with the Great Curse Spirit, while Otsuku Yuta and Maki were rushing towards him.

Rime must be dead by now, after all, the enemy is a tyrant, and he was beaten up by the strongest man in the modern world just a few tens of minutes ago.

The only good news is that both of the opposing fighters have been significantly weakened, and although I have lost an arm, I have repaired it using a reversal technique. I might not lose in a head-on fight against two opponents.

But the problem is, even if she defeats those two brats, what then? The outcome of the battle between Duanmu Yan and Su Nuo is still unknown, and it's only a matter of time before Gojo Satoru resolves the fused cursed spirit.

Everything she meticulously planned, from the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons to the Shibuya Incident, from the resurrection of Sukuna to the fusion of cursed spirits, she calculated every step of it, except for the fact that Duanmu Yan recognized the angel as a variable before the transaction.

Yuta Otsu and Maki cut off her retreat from the left and right, their blades gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Yi Guyou said in a deep voice, "It's too late, you're just wasting your time!"

The nightmarish stack was sandwiched between two loaches, and the two were recognized as a kind of demon. The deer moved and the bird apologized and covered the mountain. The road was blocked and the dark bag was unloaded. The well was visited and the bottle was opened. The small thing was annoying.

She tucked her hands into her sleeves, looked at the two young sorcerers in front of her, and said with a hint of regret, "Yes, I did lose this time, but after living for so many years, I'm used to it. You young people always manage to surprise me... That's the most interesting thing, isn't it?"

At the same time, Gojo Satoru stood in front of the giant cursed spirit that had just completed its fusion, looking up at its entirety.

The power of the five calamity curse spirits was forcibly mixed together, in a pattern... yet it also appeared chaotic.

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses up his nose, bent down and cracked his wrists, his bones popping and cracking.

Then he looked up, casually pointed at the behemoth with his thumb, and muttered to himself, "Okay, warm-up exercises, let's begin."

The sound of the water clock came from the mouth of the giant cursed spirit, extremely agitated: "Stop talking big, Gojo Satoru! The seal that Yuuki risked her life for has been broken... But what does it matter! The four of us are now one, and this world will ultimately belong to us cursed spirits! It starts with you!"

Although I don't know why I was resurrected and merged with the other three, I can feel that my power has become stronger!

This is a vital force enabling them to become a new kind of human being!

The shriek of the shrew followed, the wind carrying hatred: "We failed to kill you last time, but this time, we won't fail again. Gojo Satoru, you will turn to ashes along with this city!"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, a smug smile playing on his lips: "The last one who said that was chopped to ashes by Duanmu, and the one before that too. How come your cursed spirits' ability to spout threats hasn't improved at all? Want me to teach you a few new ones?"

He held up a finger, and a blue dot of magical energy lit up at the fingertip. "For example, saying 'Please give me your guidance,' or 'Sorry to bother you,' wouldn't that sound more polite?"

Chapter 303 Four Core Elements

The giant cursed spirit's torso suddenly changed color, its skin turning a dark red like magma.

The water clock took over control of the body.

Without another word, it stomped its feet on the ground and its massive body hurtled toward Gojo Satoru at a speed completely disproportionate to its size.

His right fist, coated in molten lava, slammed towards Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru stood motionless, the Lava Fist stopping just centimeters from his face, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The lava exploded on the barrier of the limitless technique, scattering sparks everywhere, but not a single hair of Gojo Satoru's was ruffled.

"Too slow, and the lava isn't hot enough. Have you not been training much lately?" Gojo Satoru raised his other hand, his index and middle fingers together, and a blue ball of light rapidly expanded at his fingertips.

“My friend also plays with fire, but his flames are much hotter than yours, and they’ve been like this for over a decade… Cang.”

A blue orb shot from his fingertip, striking the giant cursed spirit precisely in the chest, sending its massive body flying and crashing through several already crumbling buildings before finally coming to a stop.

Debris and dust billowed into the air as the enormous cursed spirit struggled to its feet amidst the ruins, the dent in its chest, blasted open by the blast, slowly healing.

"Is that all you've got? I'm so sorry to disappoint you. I haven't even warmed up yet."

Gojo Satoru stood there, hands in his pockets, and yawned.

The water clock roared, and the color of the giant cursed spirit's body changed again, from dark red to emerald green.

Hanami took control. Countless thick vines burst forth from the ground, wrapping around Gojo Satoru from all directions.

The vines could not advance any further, just centimeters away from his body, but Hua Yu did not stop his attack.

The vines wrapped around him layer by layer, quickly forming an impenetrable plant cage around Gojo Satoru.

Yao Ji's voice followed immediately, and a turquoise gale surged from the cursed spirit's body, intertwining and merging with the seawater of Tuogen in the air to form a thick water tornado that blasted towards the center of the plant cage.

The waterspout possessed the power to tear steel apart, lifting the entire ground into the air.

"This move is alright. Water and wind, a combination move, I'd give it an eight out of ten for the visual effects."

Satoru Gojo's voice drifted out from the center of the waterspout.

It seems this combined behemoth doesn't have a domain expansion ability, so there's no way to deal with its unscrupulous behavior.

To be honest, this fusion was less fun than if it hadn't happened at all.

He raised his hand, brought two fingers together, and red magical energy condensed at his fingertips.

"But you've forgotten one thing... I'm the strongest!"

A red orb of light shot from his fingertip, and upon impact with the waterspout, it expanded and exploded, tearing the entire tornado apart from the inside.

Water splashes and wind blades flew in all directions, leaving countless deep cuts on the ground.

He was unharmed, and pushed his sunglasses down half an inch to reveal his excessively blue eyes. "That's it? I still have many tricks up my sleeve. Have you run out of tricks?"

"Don't be so arrogant!" The water clock regained control, its anger causing the lava temperature to surge another notch.

Hanamichi's vines surged from the ground once more, this time not wrapping around him head-on, but emerging from beneath Gojo Satoru's feet and binding his ankles. Almost simultaneously, the flames from the water clock spread rapidly along the vines, precisely enveloping Gojo Satoru's entire body under their guidance.

A fire tornado shot into the sky, and the flames burned ever brighter as they were bound by the vines.

The seawater from the Tuogen River poured down from above, creating a clash of water and fire. The force of the steam explosion completely leveled the surrounding ruins.

As the steam slowly dissipated, Gojo Satoru remained standing in the same spot, his body enveloped in a faint glow of magical energy.

"I've already said... they're no match for me, they're all weaklings."