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

But he was still a step too slow.

Su Nuo laughed loudly and shouted, "Slash: Eight!"

The activation condition for 8 is that Sukuna must make physical contact with the target.

But blood is also part of Su Nuo's body, and each of these drops of blood splattered on Duanmu Yan can be considered as contact.

Countless slashes exploded around the armor at the same moment, tearing apart the defenses of the Yatalis armor, and golden fragments mixed with dark red blood mist in mid-air.

Duanmu Yan was blasted back several steps by this move, and he knelt on one knee. He could only barely support his body by inserting the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword into the ground.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the armor, dripping onto the charred rubble at his feet.

He steadied himself, raised his hand to wipe away the still-glowing bloodstains on his armor, and his gaze returned to Su Nuo.

Su Nuo stood up again, a triumphant smile on his lips.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, looked at Duanmu Yan kneeling on one knee not far away, and said in his arrogant voice, "Don't think that the war will end so easily, brat."

Chapter 310 Who wasn't a dark flash king when they were young?

Duanmu Yan knelt on one knee on the ground, his entire body trembling with excruciating pain from the areas splattered with Su Nuo's blood.

The armor was torn in more than a dozen places, and blood was seeping from each one.

But he did not give Sukuna any chance to expand his gains.

The instant his knees touched the ground, he stood up again, gripped the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword stuck in the ground with his right hand, and transformed into a golden afterimage as he charged head-on towards Su Nuo.

His physical condition was deteriorating rapidly, and his magical energy reserves were running low, but his speed did not slow down at all.

He must end everything before Sukuna recovers from this.

Su Nuo, with his only remaining right arm supporting him on the ground, was about to stand up and continue forming hand seals when Duanmu Yan appeared in front of him.

The Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword slashed down from above. Su Nuo dodged the blade and used his remaining right hand to punch Duanmu Yan's still bleeding abdominal wound. Duanmu Yan did not block.

He took the punch head-on. The sharp pain in his ribs briefly darkened his vision, but he gritted his teeth and did not back down. Instead, he used the moment of impact to grab Su Nuo's right arm with his left hand and slam his right knee into Su Nuo's chest, causing him to stagger.

Su Nuo was hit in the knee and his back slammed into the broken wall. His right arm was held tightly by Duanmu Yan, and he could only fight back desperately with his forehead and teeth.

He bumped his forehead against Duanmu Yan's nose. Duanmu Yan turned his head to avoid it. Su Nuo opened his mouth and bit his shoulder. His sharp teeth gnawed a hole in the crack of the armor and bit into the flesh underneath.

Duanmu Yan grunted, released Su Nuo's right arm, and slapped Su Nuo's chin, knocking him aside.

The two of them took half a step back at the same time, and then rushed forward at the same time.

Su Nuo used his remaining right fist to strike Duanmu Yan, who swung his fist to meet it, and the two fists collided in mid-air.

The impact sent all the rubble flying from beneath their feet, but neither of them retreated.

Duanmu Yan's left fist slashed into Su Nuo's abdomen from below, while Su Nuo used his knee to strike the wound on Duanmu Yan's side. The two exchanged attacks frantically at extremely close range, each punch and kick precisely targeting the other's most vulnerable spot.

They were driven only by their most primal instincts to keep attacking, keep getting beaten, and keep getting back up.

Su Nuo slammed her head against his forehead, and their foreheads collided, creating a dull echo.

Duanmu Yan's vision blurred briefly as blood flowed from the cut on his forehead, obscuring half of his vision.

He simply closed his eyes and focused all his senses on his fist.

The light of the four elements converged once again on the fist, the outermost layer wrapped in a black flash that Su Nuo was all too familiar with.

Black Flash!!!

The punch slammed into Su Nuo's chest, sending him flying and crashing through the wall behind him. Broken bricks and steel bars poured down from the break, burying him halfway in the rubble.

"Duanmu Yan!" Su Nuo struggled to prop himself up from the ruins, his face covered in blood, and three of his four eyes were swollen shut, leaving only slits.

"You insect! You've driven me to this point—you actually dared to drive me to this point!"

Duanmu Yan stood at the other end of the ruins, looking down at Su Nuo, a very complicated feeling suddenly welling up in his heart.

This person splattered him with blood, attacked him with eight yin techniques, traded his arm for his life, bit his shoulder with his teeth, fought his way from Shibuya to the Nyuki River, exhausting nine domains, countless slashes and reversal techniques, and destroyed half the city.

No one in the past thousand years has been able to push Su Nuo to this point.

Su Nuo is indeed a despicable bastard, but he is also a respectable opponent.

Duanmu Yan raised the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword high, and the four-colored lightning on the sword pulsed with the most dazzling light in the dim night.

He looked at Su Nuo and took a deep breath: "Su Nuo, it's time to end this."

"Duanmu Yan! Do you think you've won... do you think this victory belongs to you alone?!"

"If it weren't for those two domains, you would have been chopped into pieces by my royal chef long ago! If it weren't for that armor, you wouldn't have even been able to withstand my first strike!"

"If it weren't for that brat's body that allowed you to study my techniques... you wouldn't even be qualified to stand before me! You're nothing but a strongest person built on external resources, yet you dare to be so insolent in front of me!"

Duanmu Yan looked down at him and reached out to wipe the blood that was still flowing down his face.

"External objects? You're saying armor and domains are external objects?"

His voice was calm, a stark contrast to Sukuna's.

"Su Nuo, according to your logic, isn't your slash an external object? Isn't your domain an external object?"

"Were you born with these things? Did you acquire them step by step, just like me?"

“You have no right to lecture me—you’re just resentful, resentful that a worm in your mouth has become stronger than you.”

He gripped the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword tightly again, the four-colored lightning on the sword still slowly flowing.

"You've lived for a thousand years, but in the end you lost to the very thing you despised most... You didn't lose to me, you lost to your arrogance."

At this point, both of them were in extremely bad shape.

Su Nuo's reversal technique could no longer keep up with the spread of the injury.

Duanmu Yan managed to recover some of his magical power thanks to the black flash he had just received. Although his armor was tattered and his wounds were still bleeding, his condition was clearly much better than Su Nuo's.

Duanmu Yan did not give Su Nuo any more chances.

He poured all his restored magical power into his fist, and the four elements of fire, thunder, hurricane, and torrent intertwined wildly on his fist, with the outermost layer once again revealing that black flash that made Su Nuo's pupils shrink.

"Black Flash!"

Another black flash.

You know, who wasn't a master of dark magic when they were young!

The punch landed on Su Nuo, sending him flying out of the ruins. He tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Duanmu Yan did not stop, and Heishan regained some of its magical power.

He then poured all his magical power into the Thunder Sword in his hand without reservation.

A dazzling light slashed down from the sky, converging on the sword, and golden lightning illuminated the entire ruins as bright as day.

He raised his sword high, pinpointing the spot where Su Nuo had fallen.

"Yatales... Thunder Fiend!"

The moment the sword tip struck, all sound was swallowed up.

A golden bolt of lightning, more concentrated than any previous attack, exploded from the sword and blasted straight toward Su Nuo.

After the lightning dissipated, Su Nuo's body was no longer there.

All that remained on the ground was a charred mass, a vaguely outlined lump of flesh, like a burnt slime.

The upper part has a cloudy eye, half-open, with a crooked crack next to it, roughly in the shape of a mouth.

This is the final form of the strongest cursed king in history: a ridiculous-looking slime.

Chapter 311 I already said, you are the challenger!

"So this is what the infamous King of Curses looks like."

Duanmu Yan squatted down and gently poked the charred lump of flesh on the ground with the tip of the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword.

The single eye on the piece of meat rolled over, as if trying to glare at him, but it couldn't even lift its eyelid properly.

"You really look like the lowest-level monster in some games... a slime. Do you want me to find you a mirror?"

Su Nuo did not answer. His crooked mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Duanmu Yan did not continue poking.

He stuck the Heaven and Earth Thunder Sword aside and simply sat cross-legged next to Su Nuo. After finishing the entire battle, he could finally sit down and take a breather.

"Don't think you've won." Su Nuo's voice finally came out, no longer the roar and howl from before, but calm.

"It's just good luck. You were born a thousand years too late, which allowed you little devils to escape with your lives."

"Are you still unwilling to admit that you have failed, Sukuna?"

Duanmu Yan paused, then added, "But seriously, why didn't you run? With your strength, if you had retreated the first time your domain was broken, I might not have been able to catch you."

Su Nuo remained silent for a long time.

"run?"

He repeated the word, as if he were chewing on an option he had never considered before.

“I didn’t run away a thousand years ago, and I won’t a thousand years from now. What do you think the King of Curses is… something that you fight when you can and run away when you can’t?”

"That's not a king, that's a rat."

Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He neither refuted nor agreed, but simply changed the subject: "To be honest, if your opponent were Wu, you might actually win. His lack of scruples is indeed very difficult to deal with, but I estimate you will find a weakness."

"Gojo Satoru, that white-haired brat, his eyes are interesting, and his techniques are quite troublesome. But he's not as troublesome as you."

“You are even more unreasonable than him. At least he follows the logic of the technique. You... change your armor whenever you want, and explore new fields whenever you want. There is no pattern to you at all.”

Is that considered a compliment?

"It's true. Just like when I said you're an insect... that's also true, except that some insects can bite people to death."

Duanmu Yan chuckled softly, then raised his hands and opened his arms.

From the surrounding earth, several streams of emerald green energy slowly emerged from the cracks in the soil, like fireflies being awakened, turning into tiny specks of light that drifted toward him.