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When Sukuna looked down, what came into view was a gruesome body, with limbs even amputated below the chest.

"?"

No, based on his senses, the original owner of this body could be considered a powerful individual...

Forget it.

The problem is not big.

Then, his magical power surged, and he suddenly stood up. Just by standing up, the space seemed to twist and collapse around him. The enormous magical power transformed into tangible black ripples, spreading out in circles, making even the light in the area become dim and unclear.

The ground beneath their feet caved in and cracked as if in fear, and the rubble floated up as if it had lost its gravity. Under the high-pressure spell, even gravity had failed.

Powerful, unparalleled power.

To his shame, he feels he is even stronger now than at his peak, incomparably powerful.

He couldn't think of a way to break through that bottomless, unreachable layer on the surface of the body.

so.....

What are you guys doing?

He looked in bewilderment at the shattered earth, the churning lava, and the countless half-dead, wretched spirits and sorcerers...

And not far away, there's that terrifying crater that looks like an asteroid had crashed.

Even from this distance, it gives you a burning sensation.

So what are you guys up to? Humans and cursed spirits have gone to war? This is the final battlefield?

Forget it.

It doesn't matter.

Kill them all.

However, Ryomen Sukuna felt something was off. Why were these people not talking and why did they look so strange?

What about fear?

Screaming?

Are you unwilling to accept this?

It's pointless...

"Let's start with a bloody encore."

The two sides of Su Nuo, representing all the "evil" and "karma" in the world, have no shame, no morality, and do not care at all about taking advantage of their illness to kill them.

Fingertips lightly traced patterns in the air, as if plucking the strings of the world's rules.

"untie"!

The moment the word fell, space itself seemed to groan as if it were being torn apart.

This is a "guaranteed hit" slash based on the difference in spell power.

Against opponents whose magical power is far inferior to his own, he can cut and crush them with a mere wave of his hand.

It cannot be defended against through conventional means; it is essentially a matter of rules.

But under that extremely powerful curse, the slash also reached its maximum force.

The air was compressed to its limit, and the outer electrons of the gas atoms were ejected, forming dense, crescent-shaped beams of light blue that stretched for more than ten meters.

Deadly yet beautiful.

Just as he was about to strike with his finger, dismembering everyone or even evaporating them in millions of degrees of heat, he sensed something.

He suddenly turned around and bombarded the dense, sky-covering, sure-hit slashes behind him.

There were no light effects, no trails, and no warnings.

The land behind them appeared as if countless scarlet grids had been drawn by an invisible paintbrush.

The edges were evaporated by the high temperature, and the inner layer melted into lava in the next second, forming a series of ferocious gaps that looked like the claws of a fiery demon.

but....

"tower...."

All of Liang Mian Su Nuo's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Tap tap~~"

Amidst the light footsteps, the lazy swordsman appeared in his field of vision.

She was completely unharmed; even her simple long robe and casually tied ponytail were not damaged in the slightest.

"Impossible, this is a sure thing..."

The two-faced Su Nuo is difficult to understand.

"Because he killed your attack..."

With his upper body hanging on the raised slab and his lower body floating in the sea a thousand meters away, Yuki explained weakly.

I'm too tired to keep going.

give up.

This boss is already in phase six, who can withstand it?

I can't afford to mess with them, I can't afford to mess with them. If I have to die, I'm tired.

"You killed my slash?"

Both Su Nuo were taken aback.

What are you even talking about?

"More than that, it can kill you by influencing cause and effect, time, space... even your very existence. Be careful not to look directly at the sword light, and never let the sword light touch you."

At this moment, the composed office worker, Nanami Kento, was filled with encouragement and anticipation.

There was none of the old portals, oh, racial prejudices.

"I don't know, you can't step on the sword marks, and you must never look at the glowing places, otherwise you will die under that kind of sword light of liberation."

Oh, wait, you look inhuman, so maybe it won't work.

Gojo Satoru's voice echoed in his mind, filled with relaxation and enjoyment.

Slack off...that's great.

Finally, I don't have to face that thing anymore.

'What on earth are you talking about? And this is your body! Have you lost all your composure?'

Ryoumen Sukuna had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Keep going, big brother with four eyes! You have to hang in there!"

"Yes, the cursed king from a thousand years ago, the future of this world depends on you."

Whether they were spirits, curse masters, or sorcerers, everyone watched with tears in their eyes as every detail spoke of the powerful Ryoumen Sukuna.

Looking forward to it.jpg!

A vein bulged on Liangmian Su Nuo's forehead; he really wanted to kill these bastards first.

What's wrong with the modern world of sorcery? Why do both spirit mediums and sorcerers seem to be giving up and slacking off?

But as he gazed at the other person, it was as if the other person had stepped from illusion into reality, and alarm bells seemed to explode in his mind.

Upon closer inspection, it was realized that the voice actor was Gojo Satoru, the original owner of the body.

"#—!!"

"Hmph~, you must be the strongest sorcerer of this era..."

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's inner monologue mimicking the constant ringing of an alarm bell, Ryomen Sukuna stared at the swordsman with a sinister grin.

"All right……"

"Next, how should we crush you?"

"Should we cut it into a thousand pieces, or just mash it into mince?"

"You may be very strong... but you're nothing more than a mediocre talent born in an era without me!"

Ryomen Sukuna lowered his body slightly, unleashing an immense and terrifying magical power that caused the space to groan. Flames roared from his hands, far surpassing the intensity of Louhu's.

But the next moment.

His expression suddenly changed, and he crossed his four arms behind his back into a divine and demonic hand seal, laughing wildly and arrogantly:

"The field expands——"

"The Demon-Slaying Chef!!"

Yes, he's not stupid.

It's clear that this man is very strong. It's possible that the sorcerers and spirits present were fighting him to the death, which is why the battle was so fierce.

(Modern people: No, no, no, it's just being abused.)

He certainly wouldn't underestimate him. Why would a lion use its full strength to hunt a rabbit, especially when the opponent is perhaps only slightly weaker than him?

But he is the King of Curses for a thousand years! Let him be shredded by the blades!

scarlet.

At that moment, the sky turned a deep crimson, and the sun disappeared from the dimly lit sky.

Instead, there was a magnificent shrine built entirely of countless bones, with ominous black incantations crawling like living snakes between the bones.

The ground also disappeared, transforming into a smooth, calm, and deep-seated water surface.

The reflection shows tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, and even tens of millions of sharp blades hanging in the air.

That was a curse that had been condensed for thousands of years, the very concept of the slash.

this moment.

He fully proved why he was the King of Curses, with unbelievable power and absolute strikes.

No human can win against him, except for monsters like Gojo Satoru who have a build specifically designed to counter him.

The space itself began to breathe.

With each breath, countless invisible blades swept across, tearing the earth apart, slicing the air, and separating the seawater.

The reflections in the water opened their millions of eyes, scanning, analyzing, and customizing aesthetically pleasing strikes to match the opponent's movements.

Su Nu sat on a throne made of the bones of his enemies, his four arms gracefully conducting the symphony of slaughter.

"Hey, have you thought about how you're going to die?"

He grinned.

Many people looked expectant.

Wow, that's amazing.

As expected of the King of Curses, he should have won...

"magnetic--"

It's as if it's asking you if you're ready.

The swordsman casually drew his three-foot-long sword and lightly raised it with a single stroke.

Without any special effects, without any prior spatial rifts, only dazzling sword light and sword energy swept across the sky...

The silvery blade of that single pool of autumn water seemed to vanish without a trace, as graceful as a startled swan, unrestrained and free.

Light, graceful, and ethereal, like a butterfly dancing freely and unrestrained.

Unbound by anything, the carefree existence is like a mayfly that lives only a day, hidden deep in the ocean, breaking through the surface and leaping up to become a magnificent roc soaring through the sky.

Fate, time, cause and effect... all constraints vanish without a trace.