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

The Hurricane Shadow Dart dissipated, and the Molten Scale Blade reformed.

"You switched back?" Gojo Satoru teleported in front of him. "Nawa's strength is indeed impressive, but he can't touch me, so no matter how hard he tries, it's useless."

He teleported behind Duanmu Yan, a slash of light locking onto his back at close range. Gravity pulled him to the side. Just as he was about to be pulled in, Duanmu Yan gritted his teeth, turned around, and slashed his blade fiercely towards the center of the slash.

As the Molten Scale Blade slashed into the gravitational vortex, the once invincible Cang suddenly became like a vortex cleaved by a swift blade, the gravity becoming chaotic and the energy veering out of control to both sides.

Wu Tiao Wu raised an eyebrow, then instantly teleported to Duanmu Yan's right, raised his hand to gather power, and unleashed a roaring attack.

Duanmu Yan did not dodge, but instead stepped forward and slashed horizontally with his Melting Scale Blade. The blade struck the center of He's shockwave, forcibly dispelling He's repulsive force and cutting it in two.

"I felt something was off just now. Your knife looks like the one that stabbed me before."

"Hmm. The Heavenly Reversal Blade has been fused into it." Duanmu Yan held the blade horizontally in front of him. "Your shamelessness is useless against the Melting Scale Blade."

Gojo Satoru stared at the sword for several seconds, then laughed, "Interesting. Let's have a contest of hand-to-hand combat skills then."

Both of them pushed off the ground simultaneously. Duanmu Yan's Molten Scale Blade slashed down from above, and the five Wukongs caught the blade with their bare hands, their palms together to hold the blade in place. Molten flames burned a circle of spatial ripples in front of their palms, which were then suppressed by the Heavenly Reversal Blade, forming a continuously expanding orange shockwave.

Gojo Satoru swept his heel toward Duanmu Yan's lower body. Duanmu Yan jumped up, grabbed his shoulder first, and raised his knee to strike his abdomen.

Gojo Satoru took the hit head-on, then punched him in the jaw with a backhand, knocking it crooked.

Duanmu Yan retreated a few steps and then launched another attack, unleashing a fierce flame slash.

Gojo Satoru dodged the blade and slammed his right elbow toward Duanmu Yan's chest, but Duanmu Yan flicked his wrist and slammed the hilt of his sword back.

With several loud bangs, the two exchanged five or six punches in the center of the open space, with rubble exploding around their feet and dust spreading outwards in layers.

After playing for so long, Duanmu Yan has adapted to Gojo Satoru's offensive rhythm.

"Flaming Qilin Blazing Slash!" Duanmu Yan slammed down with his sword, the molten flame elements on the blade condensing into a phantom of a Qilin, which slammed into Gotō Sū's chest while wrapped in high temperature.

Gojo Satoru teleported away again, his sword slamming into the ground and creating a scorch mark several tens of meters long, no more than ten centimeters from the spot where Gojo Satoru had teleported.

"Hey, hey, hey, you've already started predicting my teleportation weakness? Duanmu, you bastard."

"Hehe, same to you. Aren't you also trying to adapt to my playing style?"

"Again!"

"it is good!"

In the ensuing battle, Gojo Satoru teleported repeatedly, but Duanmu Yan relentlessly pursued him with his sword, forcing him to deviate from his planned landing point with each teleportation.

During the instantaneous teleportation, Gojo Satoru reached out, and the red light of the Hell slammed directly into Duanmu Yan's face. Duanmu Yan slashed through the impact of the Hell with a slash, leaned forward, and punched Gojo Satoru in the face with his left hand.

Gojo Satoru was not to be outdone. The next second, he teleported behind Duanmu Yan and kicked him in the lower back.

The two retreated five steps each, panting heavily. Duanmu Yan flicked the Melting Blade to his side, and the flames stabilized again.

“That punch you just threw,” Gojo Satoru rubbed his lip with his thumb, “wasn’t bad.”

"That kick of yours was also one of them." Duanmu Yan stretched his lower back.

Behind the large rock, Riko whispered to Natsumi, "Is this really training?"

Xia Youjie did not answer. He watched the two figures on the open ground, their magical power still rising, and his hands unconsciously clenched.

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket.

Those who know him well know that he's going to go all out from now on.

"Duanmu, we've come this far, let's just use our strongest ultimate moves to decide the outcome."

Duanmu Yan looked at him, stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and faced upward.

"This is a one-time offer."

Behind a large rock at the edge of the open space, Riko Tennen leaned half her body out.

On Gojo Satoru's side, the space was shrinking, and everything was tilting towards him.

On Duanmu Yan's side, the heatwave pushed outwards in layers, and the bangs on her forehead were curled up by the heat.

"Wow...it looks terrifying, Xia You, why don't you go and stop it?"

Xia Youjie stood ramrod straight, his arms crossed over his chest. Upon hearing this, his smile froze on his face.

"This is their real duel. They'll get angry if we disturb them. We'd better not interfere."

If those two's current magical energy were to hit me, I'd probably be lying flat on my back.

"Okay, I see." Riko shrank back behind the rock, leaving only her eyes showing.

Xia Youjie reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

fine……

Chapter 86 Selfishness

On the back mountain, Gojo Satoru extended his left index and middle fingers together, and the air at the tips of his fingers began to distort, with a purple dot condensing between his index and middle fingers.

It was very small, but the surrounding scenery was collapsing towards that point—light, dust, broken leaves, and wood chips crushed by the wind—all converging towards that point and then disappearing.

Technique: Circular Rotation - Azure, the Ultimate Gravity.

Technique Reversal: Hercules, the ultimate repulsive force.

When the two are combined, even the Gojo family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, rarely recognizes the ultimate skill: the Virtual Style: Pyra.

Duanmu Yan reached out and conjured a golden energy key.

He gripped the key, inserted it into the summoner, and the two wheels began to turn.

A roar came from the depths of the key slot, and the elemental spirit Flame Molten Scale stepped out of the summoner and stood in the void.

It stood still in front of Duanmu Yan, then transformed into a sword and a cannon, with the cannon mounted on the right arm and the sword on the left arm, and immense power instantly filled its entire body.

The sword was placed against the cannon, the cannon muzzle was pointed forward, and the orange-red light on the full-body armor began to shrink into the cannon barrel.

Crimson cursed power surged from Duanmu Yan's entire body and converged towards the cannon muzzle.

The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, the soil underfoot began to turn black and peel, the air was steamed into distorted heat waves, and the gravel on the ground crackled and popped in the high temperature.

Elf Armed Ultimate Skill: Flaming Torch Melting Scales.

"Here it comes, Duanmu."

"Ah. Satoru, I'm ready too."

The purple dot and the crimson muzzle aligned themselves and then fired simultaneously.

"Spell Forward Rotation - Azure, Spell Reversal - He, Illusory Style - Bi!!!"

"Elemental Spirit Armament, Ultimate Move: Flaming Torch Molten Scale Fiend!!!"

A purple sphere was ejected from the fingertips of Wushao Wu, absorbing all the light. A crimson pillar of flame was blasted out from the cannon muzzle of Duanmu Yan's right arm, carrying the phantom of the Flame-Melting Scale as it flew out, its four hooves treading on fire, burning into a golden arc in the flame waves.

The two collided in the middle, first with an extremely sharp buzzing sound, and then all other sounds were swallowed up.

Purple and crimson held their positions for a moment at the midpoint, then the shockwave exploded outwards in a spherical shape, tearing the ground apart. Soil and rubble tumbled outwards like waves, and the light illuminated the entire open space in black and white. Everyone's shadows were stretched into a line, flying more than ten meters away before shattering in mid-air.

Xia Youjie reached out and pressed down on Hei Jing's shoulder, pulling her behind the rock while standing in front of her. At the same time, he summoned several cursed spirits to help the others block the impact.

A bottomless crater was blasted open in the open space. The soil was scorched black and still smoking, with a few flames dancing on the rubble at the bottom of the crater.

Gojo Satoru stood on the left, his left hand hanging at his side, his fingers still bearing burn marks.

Duanmu Yan stood on the right, the cannon on his right arm had turned into light spots and dissipated, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Gojo Satoru grinned as if he wanted to say something, then his knees buckled and he fell forward.

Almost at the same moment, Duanmu Yan also fell backward, and the two of them crashed to the ground one after the other.

"Senior Gojo! Senior Duanmu!"

Haibara was the first to rush out from behind the rock. He ran to the edge of the pit and almost slipped in. He hurriedly stopped himself, looked at Gojou Satoru lying on his left, and then at Duanmu Yan lying on his right, unsure of which way to reach out.

Riko ran over immediately. She jumped over the pebbles and squatted down next to Duanmu Yan. She put her finger under his nose and felt his warm breath on her fingertip before her shoulders relaxed.

"It's nothing, he's just asleep."

Nanami walked over to Gojo Satoru's side, looked down at him, and saw that Gojo Satoru was lying on his back with his face covered in ash. She sighed and said, "He's asleep here too."

Xia Youjie was the last to come over. He stood between the two people, squatted down to pick up the energy key that Duanmu Yan had scattered, and then walked over to Wutiao Wu, picked up the sunglasses that had slipped to the ground and put them in his pocket.

Haibara crouched at the edge of the pit, looking at this and that: "A draw?"

"It's a draw." Xia Youjie put Duanmu Yan's arm on his shoulder, turned to look at Qi Hai, and said, "Wu is in your hands now."

Nanami resignedly bent down and pulled Gojo Satoru up. Gojo Satoru's head drooped on Nanami's shoulder, and his breath tickled Nanami's neck.

Xia Youjie carried Duanmu Yan on his back and walked a few steps down the mountain. When he passed Li Zi, he paused almost imperceptibly.

He continued walking forward, with Riko following behind, very worried.

……

"You two little rascals, how could you use that kind of trick at school!"

Night Moth Masamichi paced around the lectern. Yesterday evening, he was huddled in the basement piecing together the cursed remains. Just as his fingers were pinching the cursed threads and sticking them to the seam, a thunderous roar came from above.

With a tremor of his hand, the assembly went astray, and three completed cursed remains fell from the shelf, scattering all over the ground.

"If you want to fight in the future, go outside and fight. You're not allowed to do it inside the vocational college!"

Two top-tier sorcerers stood with their heads bowed in front of the desk.

Gojo Satoru placed his hands neatly on the seams of his pants, his chin lowered, and his sunglasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, clearly conveying his obedience.

Duanmu Yan stood next to him, his hands behind his back, nodding earnestly.

"No more." The two said in unison, as if they had rehearsed it.

Moth Masamichi looked at the two obedient children, unable to vent his anger. He sighed heavily, reached into his pocket, and his fingertips touched three hard cards.

The anger subsided considerably, replaced by something more complex.

He took out three cards.

"Duanmu, Wu, Jie, congratulations! From today onwards, you are both top-tier sorcerers."

Gojo Satoru was the first to step forward and take the document. He glanced at it, then flicked the corner of the card with his thumb, making a crisp sound. "I've been waiting for this for so long."

He stuffed his ID into his coat pocket and turned to look at Duanmu Yan.