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I never expected that Gojo Satoru, who was the most powerful person in the world just a moment ago, couldn't even withstand a single sword strike.

"Run away!"

Gojo Satoru gripped his hand tightly and managed to squeeze out two words.

Beneath the blindfold, her beautiful pupils began to dilate.

Completely caught off guard by momentary carelessness, without even using any special techniques, he was killed by a single, casually swung sword.

But even if you use it, it probably won't have much effect, right?

Whether it's He, Cang, or the Void Style "Zi," or even Black Flash, swordsmanship in that inhuman realm where even the passage of time can be cut down is meaningless.

Even if his domain expands into boundless space, pulling his opponent into the innermost part of "no limit," and pouring infinite information into their brain.

Can it really work on a "non-human" being with only one will?

It's probably just a matter of turning the tables and killing the information.

What a crushing defeat!

Having "cheated," he encountered someone even more "cheating," so this outcome was only to be expected.

I'm so sorry I couldn't make you enjoy yourself...

"That overwhelming emptiness must have brought him disappointment this time as well..."

He closed his eyes in remorse and murmured.

"Disappointment my ass! You're so damn dramatic! Run!"

Kazuma rushed over and pieced Gojo Satoru's upper and lower body together.

He was rendered speechless.

So you were all that bragging about being the strongest sorcerer, and you got killed in one sword strike?

"You'd better try harder!"

He was truly disappointed in his son's lack of progress.

Hikigaya immediately omitted the incantation, squeezing out a little magic power to cast a simplified version to save Gojo Satoru's life.

As he ran, he roared, "Kazuma, is this what you call becoming a saint?"

That sword strike just now definitely tore through space, right?

It's practically identical to shady brothels.

But he didn't have the guts to try and see if he could get back through that thing.

Try it and you might die.

At this time.

The second sword light arrived.

Rippling blue waves, shimmering water, vast expanse of misty expanse, a sword's gleam like autumn water.

The sword strike seemed to be accompanied by a chanting of heavy notes.

"The sky is vast and blue, like a knife!"

A group of people felt their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end, and fled for their lives.

That feeling was a terrifying sensation, as if one's soul, along with the past, had been obliterated by a single sword strike.

Hachiman shut up.

He got it.

This isn't about rank or anything; it's definitely at the level of a saint, or even beyond the limit.

However, what they summon might be a commander from a certain era, a time when swordsmanship was obsessive, ruthless, and devoid of emotion, as indifferent and heartless as the heavens.

Things are getting serious.

Fortunately, the opponent was indeed a Saint, so the scale of the damage was not high; it only cut through a few dozen meters with a single sword strike, severing the school building in half.

Depend on!

"then!"

Kazuma stuck the talisman onto Fushiguro Megumi's body.

"what?"

Fushiguro Megumi was taken aback.

"Something that will save your life!"

Kazuma kicked Fushiguro Megumi off the building, and then kicked himself out in mid-air.

That familiar feeling returned.

The wind came alive.

A wisp of air, like a spirited sprite, playfully surrounded him as he glided through the night sky like a thin feather.

Hikigaya, carrying the girl, and Ayanokouji, carrying the boy, followed closely behind.

The moment after they fled the dilapidated building.

The building behind me trembled slightly, and a series of crisscrossing sword marks suddenly lit up. Then, like a pencil drawing, they were gradually erased by an eraser, leaving behind a lush green open space.

This has definitely been erased, hasn't it?

From a causal perspective?

If they were to take that sword...

"Sigh~"

Everyone who saw it felt a chill run from their tailbone to the top of their head, and their whole body went cold.

"Ayanokouji, did the commander teach you this?"

Kazuma murmured.

Ayanokouji looked at him like he was crazy. What do you think?

Even if he had been taught, would he be able to touch her now?

"I do know about the first sword. The commander once said that it is a sword technique that transcends the human realm and reaches the realm of gods—the Swallow Return."

"Swallow Return? The legendary sword technique used by Sasaki Kojiro to cut down a flying swallow?"

Fukuhei was dumbfounded.

What kind of swallow would require such swordsmanship to cut it down?

King Ghidorah?

"Stop arguing, let's go."

The group rushed out of the school.

Under the moonlight.

The swordsman, whose face seemed to be bathed in the cold moonlight, slowly turned around. His familiar, handsome face showed no emotion, only a cold indifference as he swung his sword once more.

"The land is vast and heartless!"

The hundreds of meters between them seemed to disappear as three dazzling sword lights appeared out of thin air above their heads, terrifying them to the point of utter panic.

“It must be useful!”

With a silent prayer, Hachiman tossed the cold little clock in his arms above his head.

He was using a C-rank Mystic Code. The three of them were a team, so they all used Mystic Codes that were extremely specialized to coordinate their attacks.

This little bell has all its points allocated to defense, and it can only be used three times, giving it defensive capabilities that surpass its tier.

The next moment, a strange phenomenon occurred.

The small brass bell, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly froze in mid-air, hovering in the void.

A brilliant golden light burst forth, dazzling and captivating.

Streams of flowing golden runes, composed of pure energy, swirled and intertwined, instantly forming a semi-transparent, enormous golden bell-shaped barrier.

It completely enveloped everyone.

"clang--!"

The sword light crisscrossing the night sky collided with the semi-transparent giant ancient bell, producing a majestic and desolate sound.

A destructive, ominous black energy expands at the point of contact and then suddenly erupts, unleashing boundless power. It compresses and explodes the previously imperceptible air, making it more viscous than water. The outer electrons of the gas atoms are ejected, forming a dense plasma that releases infinite light and heat at an ultra-high temperature of millions of degrees.

At this moment, it was as if a bright blue sun had risen into the sky, shining down on the earth.

A terrifying shockwave swept through, and the shockwave transformed into sharp blades that harvested the forest like straw.

Even Gu Zhong and everyone else were smashed into the ground like groundhogs.

Everyone coughed up blood at the same time, their faces turning deathly pale.

next moment.

Click.

The bell tolled sharply, mending the cracks, and the golden bell teetered on the verge of shattering.

"Isn't it supposed to withstand three times? The commander said it's a magical costume made to mimic a kind of magic from the East, so it should be considered an absolute defense."

Hikigaya yelled.

"But the problem is, it's facing its superior right now..."

Kazuma wailed.

Both Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori were stunned.

Can it withstand all of this?

What exactly is this thing called Mystic Code?

"Stop talking, Kazuma! Smash the mirror! While we're still at this distance, the ancient bell should still be standing, so we won't be instantly killed!"

Ayanokouji said calmly.

He felt that this guy named Gojo Satoru was very strong, even surpassing the Saint rank, and was likely a legendary-level fighter.

It's simply because the officer is too abnormal.

He now has a vague feeling that perhaps Mr. Rosser wasn't joking when he was in the classroom, but rather just casually stating the truth.

He truly once ruled an era.

It truly has existed for thousands of years, or even longer.

At least from that soul-stirring swordsmanship, it was as if the seas had dried up and the rocks had crumbled, and the world had been buried.

He didn't know how his superior maintained such a youthful and energetic mindset, but he knew it at some point in the past.

The superior officer is an absolutely unapproachable and indifferent figure.

His hunch was right.

It was a mistake to leave a shadow of the commander in the silver mirror. That mirror demon was a reflection of the commander in the past, a reflection of a commander whose level was completely unknown.

Is a transcendent being who limits their power to the Saintly Realm truly considered a Saint?

"Yes, smash the mirror!"

Kazuma then realized that he had been so focused on escaping that he had been completely preoccupied with saving his own life.

Standing on the opposite side of Commander Rosser, the suffocating feeling of facing the sky, and the despair of feeling as if you could be slashed by a sword from afar even if you escaped to the ends of the earth, are things that you can never understand if you haven't experienced them.

He didn't dare let the silver mirror leave his hand at all, and Kazuma directly used the metal revolver as a hammer, striking it down with it.

"Click~"

With a crisp sound, the silver mirror shattered like glass, scattering into seven or eight fragments that fell onto Kazuma's body.