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But Gojo Satoru was already completely excited, laughing heartily: "With connections, we'll win!"

At this time.

A vague shadow rose into the air, and the dazzling silver mirror gradually dimmed.

He Zhen followed the trend and retreated into the crowd.

"Are you sure the Mirror Demon's strength can only reach the Saintly Rank at most?"

Hikigaya whispered.

"Should...right?"

Kazuma felt his throat was a little dry, but he still said, "It goes beyond the scope of Mystic Codes, but the problem is, that's a superior officer..."

It should be noted that, according to what they learned afterward, when the commander severed the great magic that shattered the legends about the past, future, fate, and possibilities, he did not even use power exceeding the Saint rank.

Hikigaya glanced pityingly at Gojo Satoru's towering back, who was nearly two meters tall, and silently retreated to the stairwell, ready to run away at any moment.

Then.....

Then I saw Ayanokouji coming downstairs.

(。_。)？

......

At this time.

Suddenly, the world fell silent; not a sound could be heard.

Like the oppressive atmosphere before a storm, the surrounding air suddenly became many times heavier, bringing a strong sense of unease.

A gentle breeze began to rise, then grew stronger and stronger, rustling and swaying the grass and trees. In an instant, dark clouds rolled in from who-knows-where.

Purple lightning bolts leaped and flashed in the clouds.

Then, an incomprehensible, unpredictable aura, seemingly from a higher dimension, spread from the clouds.

It's something indescribable, something that goes deeper than physical sensations, reaching into the soul, into the will and instinct—a tremor in the face of a superior.

"Boom!"

The terrifying energy that had been suppressed for so long within the clouds poured out violently, and a terrifying thunderous dragon, wrapped in purple sparks, traversed the long sky and meandered down.

Zzz!

Silently.

A burst of intense light was released.

A field of thunderous force, engulfing everything, was formed on the playground below.

The three people, Ayanokouji and his companions, who were going downstairs, stopped abruptly and silently began to retreat.

"Are you sure everything's okay...?"

Fukuro Megumi sensed the slowly rising lightning field. It wasn't huge, but it had a chilling aura about it. She trembled as she spoke.

He sensed that something terrible was about to happen.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, he just stared intently at the playground.

Amidst the continuously radiating electric arcs, a figure slowly raised its head and uttered a single word.

"interesting!"

That was a swordsman.

He wore a plain white robe, had a pair of calm, dark eyes, and stood straight, like a sword blade.

His jet-black hair was loose, and his whole body exuded an aura as cold and aloof as his sword!

He slowly stood up, and the clouds in the sky surged and spun wildly like a vortex, and he was at the center of that vortex!

He gently raised his hand, and a terrifying thunderous dragon roared down from the clouds, traversing the vast sky, and landed in his hand, condensing into a slender thunder sword wreathed in azure arcs of electricity.

That piercing sense of crisis surged instantly, almost exploding.

"Hahaha, let's go!"

Gojo Satoru squeezed out another sentence from his dry throat, his pupils contracting violently with barely suppressed excitement.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of you."

A swordsman.

A swordsman who is far more pure and powerful than the ancient sword masters or even sword saints.

Even just looking at it, he felt a stinging pain as if the light were going to blind him.

too strong.

It was stronger and more powerful than anything he had ever seen before.

Gojo Satoru grinned, revealing a madness that Fushiguro Megumi had never seen before.

"Let me see yours..."

ground.

The swordsman, dressed in a plain white robe, looked at him indifferently, his clear eyes devoid of any emotion, as indifferent as the heavens themselves.

With a slight exertion of his right hand gripping the sword, the dazzling blade of the Thunder Sword instantly gleamed.

Countless firefly-like lights in the sky and earth converged into the illuminated sword blade as if swallows were nestling in its embrace, dyeing the originally crystal clear azure sword blade with a faint silver layer.

The contrast made her fair skin appear flawless, like ancient jade, pale and delicate.

It is slightly transparent, yet has a cool, refreshing feel.

Grasping that sword hilt is like controlling the entire universe and holding the fate of everyone in your hands.

next moment.

The swordsman raised his hand and swung his sword.

moment.

As if a new sun had risen, the dazzling sword light stole all the brilliance and splendor.

Even the night sky seemed to break at the sight of this sword strike, as if it were being ripped apart like a piece of cloth, as if even dimensions were being severed.

The sword light flashed across the sky, becoming an eternal mark, etched in everyone's eyes.

That is also a state of being.

That kind of indifference and ruthlessness, as if looking down on all things like the heavens, the Buddhist realm of emptiness where form is emptiness.

It aligns with the laws of the universe, the most fundamental mysteries, like a gazelle hanging its horns, a subtle and effortless sword strike that leaves no trace.

The rest is simply a natural response, a resonance with heaven and earth.

Is this... swordsmanship?

Is this swordsmanship?

Gojo Satoru was deeply shocked at this moment.

Volume 1: Chapter 87 Gojo Satoru: I'm so sorry I couldn't give you a good time!

(They didn't really get out of control; the protagonist was just playing with them.)

Previously, among those people, the one he had overlooked the most was Ayanokouji, who used a sword.

The only thing I really care about is Ayanokouji's blessing magic.

What is the use of swordsmanship?

It's just a technique—faster speed, more difficult-to-defend angles—but it will still be tamed by the laws of physics.

The upper limit is just that.

But at this moment.....

In a flash, he stared in a daze at the exquisite sword light, which resembled the moon over a calm lake in autumn. The artistic conception it conveyed was reconstructed in his consciousness, forming vivid images.

The boy, only twelve or thirteen years old, calmly killed the ruffian with a tree branch, left the town, and went into seclusion in the mountains.

Practicing swordsmanship day after day!

At waterfalls, in deserts, on plateaus, in icy wastelands, at the bottom of the sea...

He kept growing, kept thrusting that sword, until the deserter arrived.

He began to fight—to fight against man, against nature, against the heavens, against fate...

He relinquished all worldly splendor, all pleasures, all fame and fortune, all colors; life left him with only a sword. Finally, he cleaved through rocks, through flowing water, through the gentle breeze, and through raging flames...

He converses with the sun, moon, and stars; talks with rivers, lakes, and seas; sleeps with every blade of grass; and contemplates the true meaning of life with flowers and trees.

Then I entered the bustling city, experienced the warmth and life of human existence, and marveled at the vastness of the universe, the preciousness of time, and the nearness of death.

finally.....

Having transcended the limits of swordsmanship and grasped the realm of stillness and clarity, he unleashed this dazzling slash.

only......

Swordsmanship is ultimately just swordsmanship.

Gojo sighed inwardly.

His body is surrounded by "infinitely" approaching but never intersecting "stop distances".

Any object that gets close to him (including attacks, energy, and even light) will be constantly slowed down in this “infinite” space and will never be able to actually touch him.

In short, he is invincible.

then.....

The dazzling sword light flashed by like a dream, splitting him and the massive teaching building he was standing in two.

"Eh?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned and slowly looked down.

A thin sword wound slanted out from his abdomen, blood and even internal organs spilling out along the gash...

Boom.

The building overhead slowly slid down, the cut as smooth as a mirror. With a deafening roar, thousands of tons of weight crashed to the ground, sending up air currents and debris tens of meters high, like cannonballs.

With that tremor, his upper body slowly slid down; he had been severed at the waist...

As death approached and the perspective shifted, Gojo Satoru, experiencing the sword firsthand, "saw" it.

That young man traversed mountains and grasslands, and passed through eras, yet his appearance remained unchanged.

For at this moment, even time cannot touch him, even the passing years have been slain by him. Illness cannot torment him, for even illness is no match for the blade in his hand. Death cannot approach him, for even death itself has been slain by the sword in his hand.

The so-called space can be torn apart with a single sword stroke.

For example, that sword strike just now didn't just cut through light, it cut through dimensions...

What a joke.

How can there be such unreasonable swordsmanship in the world?

How the hell do you fight this?

How could there be such people in the world?

Can such a being still be considered human?

And what were those sword saints and great sword masters doing? They didn't leave any records at all...

Gojo Satoru's consciousness gradually faded.

"Teacher Gojo!"

Fushiguro Megumi rushed over, trying to piece together Gojo Satoru, who had been severed in the waist, his eyes slightly red and filled with a hint of bewilderment.