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

In the southeast corner of the college, there is a secluded grove of trees.

A man with an unusually muscular build, whose muscles seemed to burst out of his cheap T-shirt, and who had a crumpled white supermarket shopping bag comically covering his head, was staring intently at the teaching building not far away.

A greedy smile spread across his face beneath the paper bag; he had just witnessed the white-haired boy in sunglasses dash into that classroom.

"Hmph... The one who went in, that must be one of the bodyguards, right? He looks so delicate and frail..."

He rubbed his calloused hands together and muttered to himself, "One minute, no, thirty seconds is all it takes! The 30 million bounty... I'm taking it!"

He could almost see colorful banknotes fluttering before his eyes, and he was so excited that his body trembled slightly.

Without warning, an abnormally fierce gust of wind suddenly appeared in front of him, whipping up fallen leaves and dust that lashed at him!

The wind was so strong that he was almost blown off the tree. He quickly grabbed a branch to steady himself, and his vision was instantly obscured by the dust.

"Varied……?!"

Before he could even voice his shocked and angry question, a streamlined green figure appeared in mid-air before him, like an arrow tearing through the wind, at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive!

Before Duanmu Yan had even fully landed, he was still in mid-air when he had already assumed a fighting stance.

"I'm afraid you won't live long enough to spend that money."

"Playing tricks!" The man with the paper bag was both shocked and furious, but he was, after all, an experienced curse master and reacted very quickly.

Faced with a suddenly appearing powerful enemy, he activated his spell without hesitation!

hum!

As the curse energy fluctuated, four more identical figures instantly appeared around his body!

Five men carrying paper bags simultaneously surrounded Duanmu Yan, who had just landed! Their movements, auras, and spell power fluctuations were almost perfectly synchronized!

Clone Technique? No, it's a troublesome technique that can create up to four clones along with the original body, and the original body can switch between these clones at will!

It is extremely difficult to kill unless all the clones are destroyed at the same time, or the main body is precisely located and killed in one blow.

"To deal with someone like you who hides his face and relies on clones to save his life..." Duanmu Yan said calmly as he faced the encirclement of five enemies. He reached for his waist with his right hand, and green light condensed. "We have to be quick."

"Hurricane Dart!"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his arm, and the sharp-edged, high-speed spinning cyan dart flew out of his hand, rapidly swirling above the open space between the five men in paper bags, creating an even more chaotic miniature vortex that interfered with everyone's vision and perception!

Almost at the same instant the Hurricane Shadow Dart was thrown, Duanmu Yan moved!

His figure seemed to blend into the turbulent airflow caused by the Hurricane Shadow Dart, becoming blurred and uncertain, rapidly shuttling and turning back between the five clones in a bizarre Z-shaped trajectory!

Each pause lasted less than 0.1 seconds, so fast that it left behind afterimages.

The five men carrying paper bags only saw flashes of green before their eyes, unable to pinpoint Duanmu Yan's true form, let alone launch an attack.

In just one round, Duanmu Yan, relying on the absolute speed of the Tuonaduo Armor and the harassment of the Hurricane Shadow Dart, completely controlled the rhythm and dragged the five opponents into his own speed domain.

"Damn it! Don't run away if you dare!" A man with a paper bag roared, throwing a punch at a passing green shadow, but only shattering the afterimage.

Another clone tried to flank from the side, but in a flash, he was struck in the chest by a sudden side kick, and was kicked backward.

Duanmu Yan completely ignored the clone's clamor, his senses were heightened to the extreme during the high-speed movement.

The armor of the Tornado gave him not only speed, but also an unparalleled and keen control over the wind and air currents.

The five targets, though almost identical in appearance and spell power, are actually all affected by the subtle airflow generated by the friction between their physical bodies and the air... which is impossible to hide from the wind's perception.

After a rapid change of direction, Duanmu Yan's figure suddenly stopped at a seemingly random location and threw a punch from a distance at the clone that was about to move to the left front!

"Hurricane Attack!"

A condensed cyan wind blade flew out of his hand, slashing directly at the clone! At the same time, he pushed off with his feet and pounced like a ghost towards another clone on his right who was trying to flank him.

The clone that was locked onto by the wind blade flashed a hint of panic in its eyes just before the wind blade hit its body, and its figure blurred for a moment in an extremely strange way!

It's now!

"What—?!" The paper figure clearly hadn't expected Duanmu Yan to know where his real body was.

boom! !

The paper bag man was struck by the immense force of the kick, causing his legs to sink into the ground, his arms to ache and go numb, and the paper bag on his head to tear open.

"How is this possible?!" The paper bag man stared in utter shock at the green armor before him. "How do you know... which one is my original body?!"

Chapter 70 Farewell

Duanmu Yan retracted his leg and landed a few steps in front of him. He did not pursue, but slowly raised his right hand.

Above his palm, a rapidly spinning miniature tornado quickly took shape, dancing obediently at his fingertips.

"Because the wind will tell me which is the illusion and which is... the real thing."

The man with the paper bag stared at the tiny, seemingly alive tornado, and a wave of fear washed over him. He knew he had kicked a hornet's nest—no, a titanium alloy one!

The monster in front of him, wearing green armor, was far stronger than he had anticipated, and it completely countered his spells!

"Who...who are you?!"

"Me?" Duanmu Yan tilted his head, then slowly said in a slightly childish tone, "...just a passing armored warrior."

He paused, the miniature tornado in his palm dissipated, and he slowly drew his hands into a stance in front of him, as if gathering some terrifying energy. The cyan patterns on his armor lit up, and the surrounding airflow began to accelerate slowly around him, emitting an increasingly loud whistling sound!

“However,” it is time to cleanse yourself of your sins.

The paper bag man was terrified by his sudden aura and words. Especially when he felt the increasingly terrifying wind pressure and energy fluctuations around him, he had no doubt that the opponent's next attack would be earth-shattering!

"Come on, try my ultimate move!" Duanmu Yan's voice boomed like thunder amidst the howling wind. "This can even take down a top-tier cursed spirit!"

"Azure Kite Pierces Demon Explosion—!!!"

"No—!!" The paper bag man couldn't muster any thought of resistance. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the excruciating pain of being torn to pieces by the terrifying energy to come.

One second, two seconds...

The anticipated devastating energy shock did not arrive. Only the wind continued to howl, but it seemed... less frightening?

The man with the paper bag trembled and cautiously opened one eye a crack.

In his line of sight, a huge fist was rapidly enlarging in front of him.

boom! ! !

A solid punch landed precisely on his chin, which wasn't completely covered by the paper bag.

The paper bag shattered completely, his vision went black, he lost consciousness, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Duanmu Yan flicked his wrist, looked at the unconscious burly man on the ground, and a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He deactivated his transformation, and his armor dissipated into specks of light.

"Just kidding, I don't know how to do that..."

He stood up, took out his phone, and dialed Xia Youjie's number.

The call connected quickly. There was some background noise on the other end, as if a battle had just ended. Xia Youjie's voice came through: "...Spellcasting is my talent, but fighting is my hobby... Hey, Duanmu? Did you finish on your end?"

"Hmm, one clone, taken care of." Duanmu Yan replied succinctly, then his tone turned serious. "But Jie, my wind sense detected that more than a dozen more auras just entered the school. Riko is with Satoru now, so she should be safe. Miss Kuroi might be unattended, so could you please go and check on her and take her to a safe place? We'll meet up on... um, the school rooftop later?"

"Understood. I'll be right there. Be careful, don't get entangled with the small fry." Xia Youjie finished speaking and hung up the phone decisively.

Duanmu Yan put away his phone and was about to leave the grove to meet up with Wutiao Wu at the teaching building.

Just then, Gojo Satoru's figure fell from mid-air, still holding Tennari Riko in one hand.

"Hey, Duanmu, all done?" Gojo Satoru glanced at the man with the paper bag on the ground.

Duanmu Yan looked at this strange combination and nodded: "Yes, it's resolved. But more small fry have come in. Let's go to the rooftop and meet up with Jie. He went to find Miss Kuroi. It's not safe here."

……

The school rooftop was spacious and a bit windy.

Duanmu Yan, Wutiao Wu, and Tian Tian Li Zi sat in chairs. Tian Tian Li Zi hugged her knees, rested her chin on her knees, and looked somewhat vacant.

Gojo Satoru idly swung his legs, staring blankly at the sky, while Duanmu Yan sat quietly to the side, watching Tennori Riko.

Footsteps approached, and Xia Youjie walked over with his maid, Kuroi Misato, whose face was slightly pale but who was trying to remain calm.

“Duanmu, Wu,” Xia Youjie said, his tone relatively calm, but Duanmu Yan and Wutiao Wu, who knew him well, could detect a trace of lingering anger.

“Just now, there were indeed more than a dozen non-magicians who tried to kidnap Miss Kuroi in the chaos. They should be people from the Panxing Cult. Their methods were very amateurish, but there were quite a few of them, and they didn’t care about their lives. If they had succeeded, I would have lost all face.”

He spoke casually, but Duanmu Yan and Wutiao Wu could both imagine what had just happened: a group of brainwashed ordinary people frantically rushed towards the unarmed Kuroi Misato, and Xia Youjie had to protect people, but he couldn't kill the ordinary people, and he also had to control the cursed spirits to prevent too many casualties. It was indeed a tricky and frustrating situation.

After Xia Youjie finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Tian Lizi, who was sitting on the cement platform, and his tone softened: "Lizi, did you say goodbye to your classmates properly?"

Riko trembled almost imperceptibly. She looked up at Natsumi Yuki, then quickly glanced at Misato Kuroi, who was looking at her with concern, before nodding slightly.

She loosened her grip on her knees, but her hands remained tightly clenched around the hem of her school uniform skirt. "Those guys... the Panxing Cult... they actually... actually attacked Kuroi... what did Kuroi do wrong... she was just... just taking care of me..."

Snapped.

A light tap landed on her forehead.

"Ouch!" Riko covered her forehead, her eyes brimming with tears, and glared at the culprit, Gojo Satoru, who had somehow appeared nearby.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, his face showing no particular expression.

"Idiot. Don't make that face. As a Starmaw, in these last two days, all you need to do is think about how to have fun and have a good time. All that nonsense, whether it's fighting, kidnapping, or putting bounties on people..."

"Leave it all to us bodyguards. Right, Duanmu, Jie?"

Xia Youjie also came over, took out a phone, unlocked it skillfully, opened an interface, and then turned the screen towards Tian Lizi and Kuroi Misato.

"I found an underground website on the curse master I dealt with. Riko, your value is thirty million. Life or death is irrelevant."

"Wow!" Gojo Satoru whistled, leaned over to look at the string of numbers, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Thirty million... I remember the last time the three of us teamed up to take down that top-tier cursed spirit, we split the prize money equally, and each of us got about that much, right?"

Chapter 71 Let's travel first

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, looked Tennori Riko up and down, and said with a sigh, "Compared to having to fight those disgusting monsters, a female student who can't even kill a chicken is worth so much... No wonder in recent years, all the guys with some skills have gone to become curse masters and take on bounties, while there are fewer and fewer proper curse masters. This business sounds pretty worthwhile, huh?"

His words were blunt and cruel, like a cold knife that dissected the dirty reality beneath the glamorous surface of the sorcery world.

Riko trembled violently. Her own photo and the astronomical sum on the wanted poster extinguished the slight sadness that had just risen in her heart because of the farewell, leaving only cold fear and a feeling of suffocation.