The deafening blast tore through the night! A decades-story building instantly shattered and collapsed like paper! Steel and concrete were ripped into fragments by the savage force, shooting out in all directions, wrapped in smoke and flame!
Two dark shadows shot out from the center of the explosion like cannonballs!
"Hah!" An extremely arrogant laugh erupted in the gunpowder smoke. Ryomen Sukuna, with pink hair, hovered in the air, looking at Jogo's disheveled figure. "Is that all you can do? Curs—ed—Spi—rit—!"
Jogo spat out blood, his gigantic single eye filled with blood vessels and shock-induced fury! He forcefully stabilized his body. Two wildly spinning molten fireballs appeared in his palms, aimed at Sukuna!
"It's not over yet—!!!" Jogo roared, ready to unleash this destructive power!
Two pitch-black slashes appeared out of nowhere, faster than the limit of vision!
Jogo's newly condensed molten fireballs, along with his arms, were severed cleanly at the wrist! The cut was smooth as a mirror! The severed arms and fireballs fell powerlessly.
"Wha...?!" Jogo's terror froze in his single eye.
Sukuna's figure appeared like a phantom directly above him, a cruel smile splitting his lips! He clenched both fists, carrying the savage power to crush everything, and smashed them viciously toward Jogo's head!
Thud—!!!
A massive, heart-shattering impact sound! Jogo's head visibly dented and deformed! The terrifying power poured into his entire body. He plummeted toward the ground even faster, like a meteorite!
Sukuna was faster! He dove down, catching up instantly! His left hand clamped down on Jogo's deformed skull like an iron vice!
Boom!!!
The two, turned into human cannonballs, violently smashed through the rooftop of the building below!
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
A series of extremely dull, heavy impact roars frantically transmitted from inside the building!
First floor! Second floor! Third floor...
The two punched through layers of reinforced concrete floor slabs at a terrifying speed, leaving a trail of huge holes! The entire building trembled and groaned violently!
Finally, a heavy, muffled thud exploded deep in the foundation, and dust billowed up.
The very bottom floor of the building, at the center of the collapsed ruins.
The moonlight managed to pierce through the layers of holes from above, illuminating a small area with a pale light.
Sukuna's figure stood proudly. His hands were casually tucked into his pants pockets, his posture relaxed, as if he had merely taken a stroll.
He slightly raised his chin. The strange black Cursed markings on his face appeared even more demonic under the moonlight. The two smaller eyes below his main eyes coldly looked down at the prey beneath his feet, gleaming with inhuman light.
A malevolent smile curled his lips, and his icy voice echoed in the ruins:
"The moonlight has shone in, hasn't it..."
"Your pathetic, ugly state can no longer be hidden."
In front of him, Jogo's body was largely buried in rubble and twisted rebar. His chest heaved violently, producing a heaving sound like a broken bellows. Large mouthfuls of foul blood mixed with internal organ fragments continuously gushed from his mouth.
At the points where his arms were severed, flesh struggled to squirm and regenerate.
Under the cold moonlight, this once-unbeatable Special Grade Curse was left with only desperate weakness and raw humiliation.
"How strong am I, compared to Sukuna's fingers?" Jogo sat on a beach chair, looking at the cheerfully smiling Mahito beside him.
"Optimistically estimating," Mahito stretched out one finger to flip his hair, "you're probably around 8-9 fingers."
Jogo's large eyes were filled with horror. The conversation he once had with Mahito in that idyllic meadow now felt so pathetic when he recalled it.
'8-9 fingers? Mahito, were you mocking me?' Jogo roared desperately in his mind.
"Alright, alright, come on, cheer up." Sukuna squatted next to Jogo, lifting him by the collar of his neck with one hand. "You can play as many times as you like, until I get bored." Jogo's pupils instantly snapped to look at Sukuna.
Boom!!! Countless pillars of fire erupted from the building's windows, doors, and even the large hole torn in the rooftop.
On the road outside the building, Sukuna's figure appeared first, followed closely by Jogo. Jogo pulled his right hand back, forming a claw, and flames enveloped his palm.
"Maximum Technique: Meteor!" Jogo bellowed in rage. The massive flame instantly exploded.
In the distance, Kusakabe and Panda, who had sensed this terrifying Cursed Energy, were about to flee, while two Curse Users were chasing them.
Suddenly, Sukuna's voice appeared between the four of them: "No can do."
The four instantly broke into a cold sweat, pressed down by Sukuna's terrifying Cursed Energy. Sukuna spoke in a light, playful tone: "From now on, the four of you are not allowed to move without my permission."
Sukuna looked up. A giant meteorite, wrapped in crimson flames, was rapidly descending from the sky.
"Stand still, stand still," Sukuna slowly raised his hands, preparing to clap. A mocking curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. His crimson gaze swept over the four people—Kusakabe, Panda, and the two disheveled Curse Users—who were pinned to the spot by his Cursed Energy. Every pore exuded the tremor of despair, and every stiff limb silently screamed.
He savored this absolute domination, like a mischievous child prodding trembling ants in his palm. "You can't run away yet."
The cruel smile grew more exaggerated. The air between his palms seemed to freeze, anticipating the "spectacle" of flesh and blood fireworks that would bloom after his clap.
Just as his palms were about to close—
Heaven and Earth suddenly fell silent!
It felt as if the space between Heaven and Earth was instantly sliced and torn apart by something more fundamental!
Their vision was drowned by countless extremely sharp, blue-white light beams! That was not light; it was the will to cut down everything!
Boundless sharpness appeared out of nowhere, instantly filling every inch of space visible to Sukuna!
Screech—!!!
In the sky, the giant molten meteorite, carrying the power of world destruction and plummeting violently, its massive form stiffened silently within the overwhelming blue-white sword light.
The next moment, there was no explosion, no roar.
Like a fragile sand sculpture weathering away, or as if simultaneously pierced by a billion invisible sharp blades! The giant meteorite instantly burst and disintegrated!
It transformed into fine stone dust, scattered like motes, mixed with instantly extinguished crimson molten particles, fluttering down in the night sky. It formed a vast, eerie gray curtain of dust, clouding even the pale moonlight.
The maniacal laugh on Sukuna's face, which had been playing with his prey, suddenly froze.
His crimson pupils violently contracted to the size of a pinprick, clearly reflecting the annihilated dust filling the air.
That was not fear, but rather... the displeasure of having his meal interrupted, and a sudden, surging ecstasy that ignited after seeing the intruder!
The frozen smile on his face cracked like a layer of ice, then twisted, expanded, and finally transformed into a fierce, excited expression!
"Heh... Hahahahaha!" Sukuna threw his head back. A low, unrestrained laugh rumbled in his throat. The laughter escalated from low to high, finally turning into an unbridled roar that exploded over the dead silent ruins.
"What an incredible guy has arrived—!!!"
In his laughter, his crimson eyes, containing pure malice, pierced through the falling meteorite ashes and locked onto the high sky.
Above the night sky, the dust silently drifted down, like a gray snow falling.
Chen Tian hovered there.
His left hand casually lifted Jogo by the collar of his neck—the once-arrogant, volcano-headed Curse Spirit was now like a dead dog, his body mangled, his single eye dim and lifeless, his severed arms dangling powerlessly.
His body occasionally twitched slightly, a sign that he was barely clinging to life. Filthy Cursed blood and ash continuously dripped from him.
Chen Tian's right hand was casually resting on the hilt of the oddly ancient-styled sword at his waist—Yamato.
The hood of his dark T-shirt was slightly lifted by the high-altitude airflow, revealing a few strands of white, tousled hair falling over his forehead.
He was slightly lowered, looking down at the wildly laughing Sukuna over the ruins below.
His gaze was as calm as eternal, unchanging ice, without a single ripple, only an absolute indifference, like a god looking down on mere dust.
The wind swept across the ruins, kicking up ash.
When Sukuna's laughter reached its peak and suddenly ceased, Chen Tian's voice clearly pierced the silence. Every word was like ice and snow slamming into the ground, chilling to the bone:
The volume wasn't high, yet it clearly overpowered the residual wind howling through the ruins and the muffled wailing in the distance.
"Amuse me."