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Not satisfied, he smashed it into even smaller pieces.

Almost at the same time.

The sharp, piercing pain from the school gate behind me, like a thorn in my back, and the seemingly natural chanting of "Humans are illustrious, fleeting..." came to an abrupt end.

Even the rolling thunder in the dark clouds gradually dissipated and subsided...

They could almost see the figure of a swordsman, like a reflection of moonlight, slowly vanish.

"We're saved..."

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

I'll definitely not try to be clever next time; it's just too much of a test of my heart's endurance.

"Ayanokouji, you must learn this move from your superior when you get back, then we can cling to your leg and ascend to heaven together."

"I'll keep an eye on you!!"

Upon hearing this, Hikigaya's eyes lit up, and he gripped Ayanokouji's shoulder tightly.

If they really learn it, the trio will be invincible!

"It's...no use...cough cough..."

At this time.

came a weak voice.

It’s Gojo Satoru.

He struggled to his feet, a mixture of awe and regret in his eyes: "Although I don't know what system of magic you're talking about, I suppose this silver mirror is its vessel, or perhaps just its anchor."

Gojo Satoru sighed: "I don't know if you saw the meaning in that sword light, but you must understand that swordsmanship at that level has reached a point that defies logic."

Although he didn't know much about swordsmanship, he understood the strong, the strongest, and combat.

It is clear that at a certain point, the so-called restrictions are no longer restrictions.

"What do you mean?"

Kazuma's smile froze.

Could Commander Rosser possibly come back?

"Don't you understand yet?"

Gojo Satoru coughed up blood and slowly shook his head: "That sword light is him, he is the sword light."

When we saw that sword, we all became the medium through which it descended. As long as we remember that sword, it can emerge from our hearts and manifest in our eyes.

What the hell are you talking about?

Can you listen to it yourself?

Is that even human?

Even Fushiguro Megumi had an expression that said, "Gojo-sensei, are you feeling too much of a shock?"

Could it be that he failed to defend himself against the opponent's attack and was forced to praise him to save face?

“Look into each other’s eyes; that sword light is imprinted on your eyes.”

Gojo Satoru sighed and looked up at the deep night sky.

"Unbeatable and invincible, standing at the pinnacle of the era, overlooking the past and present, with no rivals, it is no wonder that such a person is so powerful."

So, it turns out I was just born in an era without him.

......

"What? Gojo Satoru was killed?"

The highest governing body in the Japanese sorcery world.

Directorate of Spells.

Behind layer upon layer of deep corridors sealed off by barriers and demon-subduing incantations.

Stale sandalwood mixed with old paper rolls.

A huge Japanese-style interior that seems to have been forgotten by time.

The aged voice, hidden in the shadows, was filled with disbelief.

Although they all wished they could kill this man who threatened to kill them all at the drop of a hat.

But there is no doubt that Gojo Satoru is the pillar of the jutsu world.

The other person cannot die until a replacement is available.

Even more unbelievable is, who could have killed him?

Even if they disliked this man, they all knew about his overwhelming strength.

Are you... sure?

"It's confirmed. He was killed by a group of swordsmen summoned by a mysterious group. With just one sword, he cut Gojo Satoru in half at the waist. Even the No Limit Technique didn't work... I suspect it was a curse master from the oldest era in China, an old monster that crawled out of the dead."

The old man's voice was filled with solemnity.

As the only continuous ancient civilization, the waters there are undoubtedly the deepest, so it wouldn't be surprising if something burst forth that could crush two Sukuna.

Others have also made this guess, but they still want to confirm it.

"Let the person monitoring Gojo Satoru come in and explain himself."

A few minutes later.

A middle-aged sorcerer with a terrified look walked in.

This is also a Level 1 sorcerer. Although being from a major family like the three founding families gives them a certain advantage in terms of rank, they still possess near-Level 1 strength.

Therefore, he was secretly monitoring Gojo Satoru.

Of course, it would be foolish to think that Gojo Satoru didn't know.

But I never expected that on such an ordinary day, I would witness the fall of a "god" and the change of the strongest.

Even this salted fish's family lineage sorcerer was still in a daze, as if in a dream.

"The Kamo family, right? Get up and tell me what happened."

The high-level decision-makers that Gojo Satoru most wanted to get rid of were now surprisingly friendly.

"Yes!"

The Kamo family's sorcerer began to recall the appearance of several mysterious people, the strange system, and how, under Gojo Satoru's coercion, he summoned a Chinese swordsman who, with a single sword strike, cut Gojo Satoru and the building in half.

"..."

The director and minister remained silent.

No, their biggest threat just disappeared so ridiculously?

He forced the other party to reveal their hand, and when they did, he was caught off guard and didn't even have time to use any techniques before being instantly defeated.

"I remember that Gojo's 'no limits' was fixed to his entire body, right? No matter what kind of attack it was, even light could never touch him."

Just thinking about it makes his teeth ache.

How exactly was this blatant cheating cracked?

Or is he a swordsman?

Why?

"It was a sword strike, a sword strike that cleaved through dimensions..."

The sorcerer Kamo recalled that magnificent and dazzling sword strike, muttering, "The sky is vast and blue, like a knife..."

His body began to tremble, and his pupils reflected a moonlit light like autumn water—no, it was the light of a sword.

"The land is vast and boundless, utterly heartless..."

His skin seemed to be slashed open by the light of a sword, and crimson blood beads oozed out.

The elders were also horrified.

There was a glint of sword light in the other person's eyes—no, it was a person.

A swordsman, as straight as a sword, pure white as snow, indifferent as the ancient natural world.

"Humans are brilliant, yet fleeting..."

The sorcerer remained oblivious, chanting in a daze.

"Shut up!"

The elders sensed something was wrong and shouted in terror, "I said shut up!"

The spells erupted, and various rules of incantations crashed down, revealing that although they couldn't defeat Gojo Satoru, they were once top-tier sorcerers.

The entire space was shaking, and the building was trembling under the immense magical power.

but......

Meaningless!

Any attack that was about to touch the sorcerer vanished as if weathered away.

No, he was killed.

Their attack, their spells were extinguished!

In the sorcerer's eyes, the pure white swordsman slowly raised his head and looked at the elders present.

"He... is he alive?"

The elders' hearts trembled.

next moment.

My heart is empty, my soul is broken.

As the sound falls.

The sorcerer vanished like dust in the wind, and a swordsman emerged from his memory.

"Who are you, daring to trespass here? Do you know where you are?"

The senior elders were terrified and shouted in a show of bravado but were actually quite weak.

no answer.

The swordsman raised his hand and swung his sword.

A simple sword light, with an indescribable and enchanting beauty. The sword light is like water, tranquil and serene, yet it carries a terrifying sense of impending doom, as if the heavens are about to unleash a deadly attack, shifting the stars and changing the constellations.

The elders' voices and the sounds of the spell bombardment abruptly ceased.

Because that sword strike, penetrating the void into the space between existence, cut into sound itself, annihilating all sound...

Volume 1: Chapter 88 Yigu Youtai: Farewell!

"What big thing has happened this time?"

"I heard that Gojo Satoru died..."

"Huh? That's undoubtedly the strongest sorcerer."

"The one who just went in was the one who brought this news. I heard he's in charge of monitoring Gojo Satoru."

As the highest governing body in the Japanese sorcery world.

The location of the headquarters is strictly confidential. It is not only isolated from the outside world by a protective barrier, but also guarded by resident sorcerers.

For example, them.....

Misaka Shuto glanced at the lush, verdant mountains behind him.