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

This is probably what his life is like.

An absolute powerhouse, the loneliness of being at the top... Who taught him to love?

He turned his gaze from the sky to his hand, which he had clenched into a fist countless times, and slowly opened his fingers and then clenched them again.

Then he smiled, a smile of relief and contentment that needed no words to explain.

"I really enjoyed the game."

Meanwhile, at the Federation headquarters, Xia Youjie looked at the two figures lying side by side on the ruins on the big screen and couldn't help but sigh softly: "How enviable, Wu. Duanmu, you must have had your fun."

"But it's good news that you two can both be satisfied."

On the airship, the people who had recovered from their initial panic looked at Gojo Satoru's miserable state on the screen and turned their heads slightly away in unbearable pain.

He was covered in injuries, his blindfold had long since fallen off somewhere, his hair had been blown into an afro by Duanmu Yan, and his face was covered in ash and blood.

Itadori couldn't help but speak, his voice full of heartache: "Gojo-sensei looks so pitiful."

You Tai shook his head with a wry smile, his tone half admiration and half helplessness: "It's already considered good as it is now. Teacher Duanmu released a considerable amount of energy at the last moment..."

"If he hadn't used it without a target, judging by the remaining power, without the protection of no limit, Gojo-sensei would probably be in heaven by now."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" the songstress suddenly exclaimed, her tone resolute.

Everyone turned their attention to her, assuming she was going to defend Gojo Satoru.

The songstress crossed her arms, her expression serious and earnest: "With his wicked character, he'll definitely go to hell."

After a moment of silence, everyone nodded in unison.

That makes sense.

After a brief silence, someone suddenly broke the quiet.

"So, the situation is pretty clear now... Duanmu-sensei won." Itachi placed his hands on the control panel, let out a long breath, and a complex expression appeared on his face, showing both heartache for Gojo Satoru and pride for Duanmu Yan.

As their student, it's hard to let go of who won or lost.

Zhang Xiang nodded steadily, "Chairman Duanmu fought to a draw with Gojo Satoru in the boxing match, but his final strategy turned the entire battlefield into his own weapon. This level of tactical thinking and control of magical power is indeed a cut above the rest."

Yuta breathed a sigh of relief, and a gentle smile returned to his face: "It's already very impressive that Gojo-sensei was able to force Duanmu-sensei to use this move, but in the end, Duanmu-sensei was still a step ahead."

Maki pushed up her glasses, a slight smile playing on her lips: "That white-haired bastard has finally met his match."

Miwa Kasumi, unusually, didn't join in the celebration. Instead, she clasped her hands together and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, Gojo-sensei. You're already amazing."

Amidst the jubilation, only one person remained frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

With his hands behind his head, Cheng stood in front of the control panel like a statue, staring blankly at the charred ruins on the screen.

He bet everything on Wutiao Wuying. He lost all his money.

Xing Qiluo gently patted his shoulder, her tone full of sympathy: "Don't put all your eggs in one basket next time."

The scale did not answer; it remained standing there.

A graceful and satisfied smile graced Mingming's lips.

The competition ended perfectly, and she was satisfied as she controlled the crow used for monitoring to prepare for the return flight. Her gaze habitually swept over the people inside the airship, and suddenly she frowned slightly... as if someone was missing.

She turned her head left and right and looked around, but the figure that had rushed into the airship had disappeared at some point.

"Hey, where did Lu Ziyun go? Wasn't she just here a moment ago?"

Meanwhile, Singi was preparing to pilot the airship back to the high school.

His gaze habitually swept across the various monitoring screens, and suddenly he caught sight of a figure moving at high speed on the screen in the center of the battlefield.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice: "Huh? What is Lu Ziyun doing running off to the battlefield!"

Chapter 329 You can't beat me, do you believe it?

Everyone looked up at the screen at the same time. They saw that Lu Ziyun, who should have been in the airship, had somehow landed on the battlefield and was standing in front of Duanmu Yan and Wutiao Wu.

He was surrounded by dense blue arcs of electricity, and his robes fluttered in the residual power of the curse.

Wu Tiao Wu and Duanmu Yan had just helped each other up from the ruins, both still bruised and battered, and were exchanging taunts when they suddenly sensed a familiar yet completely unexpected surge of magical energy rapidly approaching.

Without a moment's joy at Gojo Satoru's defeat, the next to rush to the battlefield was: Raijin Shikiunichi.

Duanmu Yan looked at the figure in front of him and sighed helplessly: "Um... Little Deer, what are you doing here?"

Lu Ziyun stared intently at Duanmu Yan and said, word by word, "Naturally, I've come to fight you."

Duanmu Yan's expression became even more helpless.

He reached out and rubbed his still sore shoulder, his tone like he was coaxing a child: "Haven't we played against each other so many times? Every time it ends with you losing."

Lu Ziyun's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly coughed, straightened his back, and replied confidently, "I came here to challenge Su Nuo to a duel! Now that Su Nuo is gone, I will naturally challenge the strongest who defeated him!"

"But you've never beaten me."

"That's not important!"

"You can't beat me, do you believe that?"

"I still have a trump card up my sleeve!" Lu Ziyun was so angry that her hair stood on end.

"You can't beat me in your field, do you believe that?"

Lu Ziyun was speechless from this series of precise attacks, her face turning bright red.

Why does this person always stab him in the heart?

On the airship, Mingming watched the broadcast footage as the two were about to fight again. She calmly turned her head and gently instructed her younger brother Youyou, "Youyou, go and bring Wutiao back."

Youyou nodded and disappeared silently from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared directly next to Gojo Satoru, and with a flick of his white sheet, he wrapped Gojo Satoru, who was still waiting to see the show, completely in his arms.

Before Gojo Satoru could protest, Yuuyu took him back to the airship.

Shoko approached Gojo Satoru the moment he landed, looked down at his injuries and then at his afro, paused for a moment, and then took a comb out of the medical kit and handed it to him: "Take care of your hair first, it's an eyesore."

Mingming then turned around gracefully and said to Yu Xingji, who was waiting in the cockpit, "Don't rush to leave. I want to use this time to open another betting session."

Tiger Rod scratched his head, looking confused: "Ah, is this still going to be open for betting? Uncle Lu Ziyun challenges Teacher Wutiao or Teacher Duanmu every now and then at school, and every time he ends up suffering a crushing defeat."

The smile on Mingming's lips was meaningful: "This time, we're not betting on winning or losing, since the outcome is obvious. We're betting on time... to see how long Lu Ziyun can hold out against Chairman Duanmu."

Jinji, who was slumped in his chair mourning his financial ruin, sprang up at the sound of those words, quickly pulled out his phone, and swiped his fingers across the screen to request an advance on next month's salary.

Three million arrived quickly, and without hesitation, he staked it all, his tone resolute: "It won't last a minute! Absolutely not a minute!"

With a smile, Mingming added a note to the notebook: "Bets are welcome."

On the other side of the airship, Gojo Satoru, who had been brought back wrapped in a sheet by Yuuyu, was lying on a makeshift hospital bed. He was surrounded by students. Maki was wiping the dust off his face with a towel, Itadori was holding up a water glass and asking him if he wanted some water, and Yuta was helping to hand him bandages.

Amidst these words of concern, Anka-hime suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

She leaped and knelt before Gojo Satoru, bracing herself on the edge of the bed with her hands, bringing her face extremely close to his. She stared intently at Gojo Satoru's face, which was covered in bruises and had his hair sticking up like popcorn, and then threw her head back and let out a hearty laugh that had been building up for over a decade.

"That's the look I want to see on your face! Your dejected expression after defeat! Ahahahahaha!"

With the songstress taking the lead, the students around her finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

Yuta kindly covered it up with a cough, but the curve of his lips completely betrayed him.

Even Shoko leaned back in her chair and, unusually, burst out laughing.

The entire airship was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Gojo Satoru lay on his hospital bed, looking at the group of figures laughing uproariously on the ceiling. He silently raised a middle finger, and then laughed himself.

Well, it's true that I'm a little disappointed to have lost, but seeing how happy these guys are, it doesn't seem like such a big loss.

There's nothing we can do; he's just such a heartless person.

As long as everyone's happy!

On the ruins, Duanmu Yan rubbed his temples hard. He sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness as he looked at Lu Ziyun. After all, even if Lu Ziyun activated her Amber Beast form, she couldn't possibly defeat him. It's no exaggeration to say that he could easily overpower Lu Ziyun even without his armor. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the burning intensity in Lu Ziyun's eyes.

The longing of over 400 years and the burning gaze that matched that longing touched the heart of Duanmu Yan, who would probably never find meaning in battle again.

Luv me, Luv me!!

Hate me, hate me!!

Duanmu Yan stretched his shoulders. "Sigh, I just can't do anything with you. Just this once, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ziyun grinned excitedly, the iron rod in her hand buzzing as it was coiled by electric arcs.

He looked at Duanmu Yan, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Do you want to rest for a bit? You just fought with Gojo Satoru for so long, your spell meltdown probably hasn't recovered yet. I won't take advantage of you."

He hoped that his strongest form could match Duanmu Yan's strongest form; otherwise, even if he won, it would be meaningless.

However, Duanmu Yan waved his hand and said casually, "No need for that. I'm afraid I'll just kill you like you're on the street."

The moment those words were spoken, Lu Ziyun's expression changed drastically.

His brows furrowed deeply, blue arcs of electricity erupted from his body, and he slammed the iron rod into the ground, sending rubble flying everywhere.

This guy, despite being covered in injuries, having expended a huge amount of his magical power, and not having fully recovered from his meltdown, still dares to say such things.

"Insanity!"

At that moment, the blue electric arcs all over Lu Ziyun's body exploded simultaneously.

Without further hesitation, he pushed off with his feet, transforming into a streak of blue lightning as he charged head-on at Duanmu Yan.

Chapter 330 Mythical Beast Amber

On the airship, everyone was watching the battle on the field with bated breath.

They thought that being able to witness the epic showdown between Duanmu Yan and Wutiao Wu would be enough to make their lives complete, but they never expected there would be dessert after the meal.

This is so exciting! Even if I get torn to pieces, it'll be worth the price of admission.

A loud bang exploded in the air on the island.

Lu Ziyun swung her iron rod, crackling with lightning, at Duanmu Yan's face. The force of the blow was enough to split a building in two.

However, Duanmu Yan simply raised his hand, and his forearm precisely braced against the side of the iron rod, deflecting the force of the blow.