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Cr-crack...
The crisp sound of breaking, like shattering glass, was particularly jarring in the absolute silence.
Sukuna remained frozen in place, his crimson pupils fixed on the center of his vision—the ghostly blue blade scar that ran through his entire Domain, neatly splitting the filthy Sea of Blood and the skeletal shrine. The edge of the cut was smooth as a mirror, retaining a cold, utterly pure cutting will that completely negated his proud Malevolent Shrine!
"How is that possible..." Sukuna's parched lips moved, his voice hoarse as sandpaper grinding. "How is that possible?!"
The Domain's presence receded rapidly like the tide.
The viscous Sea of Blood, the desolate shrine, the spectral wails of dead souls... all the imagery representing the King of Curses' absolute authority violently twisted and blurred, like a low-quality canvas soaked in water, its colors collapsing and peeling away!
His vision suddenly snapped!
The acrid smell of concrete dust rushed into his nostrils, replacing the thick, suffocating blood.
The dark-red Domain completely vanished as if it had never existed.
The remnants of Shibuya were once again exposed under the pale moonlight.
However, the scene before them was no longer a battlefield scattered with broken walls and ruins.
Centered on where Sukuna stood, within a two-hundred-meter radius—was a giant plain!
No rebar, no concrete, no twisted vehicles, or remnants of burning shops.
Only an endless, smooth, ash-gray ground, polished as fine as if it had been meticulously ground by the most precise millstone!
Flat! Dead silent! It was as if all matter in this area that stood above the ground had been completely erased by the world-destroying Domain slash just now! Not even a slight elevation remained!
Sukuna stood at the precise center of this abruptly silent plain.
He slowly looked down, staring at the ground beneath his feet—a masterpiece, as if a god had leveled the earth. This should have been the mark left by the endless slashes of his Domain, but it now served as a shameful proof of his Domain being shattered by a single sword stroke from his opponent!
This plain was evidence of his Domain's existence, and more importantly, ironclad proof that his slashing had been utterly annihilated!
The wind picked up tiny particles of dust, swirling them around his feet with a faint whimper.
Chen Tian stood quietly dozens of meters away.
He lowered his eyelids, looking at the solidified Sukuna, and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
The sigh was extremely light, yet it was more cutting than any mockery.
"...You are so boring right now," Chen Tian's voice had no inflection, as if stating an obvious fact. "Sukuna, go and acquire your full power."
The voice clearly echoed over the dead silent plain.
Sukuna's body jolted violently!
He slowly, rigidly, raised his head. That signature expression of arrogance, violence, and condescension was gone, replaced by a kind of heavy, utter stiffness.
The pure destructive desire in the depths of his crimson pupils faded, replaced by a tumultuous mix of humiliation, horror, and... a forced, utterly cold battle intent that had just been ignited!
He stared fixedly at Chen Tian, as if trying to etch the figure who had so easily crushed his thousand years of pride into the depths of his soul.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
"...Fine."
One word rolled out of Sukuna's throat. Dry and hoarse, yet heavier than a thousand pounds.
No maniacal laughter, no roar.
This single word represented the battle-fire of the King of Curses being fully ignited, and it also represented an unprecedented... admission.
After hearing Sukuna's words, Chen Tian nodded slightly, then raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
23:04. There was still time.
Chen Tian's thoughts wandered: Is there anything else interesting here? Oh, Mahoraga and Mahito. Especially Mahito, he's the guy who took out two fan-favorite characters in 'Jujutsu Kaisen,' after all.
Thinking this, Chen Tian sighed softly again. He knew that whether it was Mahoraga or Mahito, they would probably meet only one fate: being sliced into fragments by a Dimensional Slice.
After taking care of these two guys, I'll go home. I wonder if Marin is asleep yet.Chen Tian thought, turning his gaze back to Sukuna.
Sukuna was still staring intently at Chen Tian.
Chen Tian smiled faintly and said to Sukuna: "Until next time, Sukuna. I hope you bring me more excitement next time."
With that, Chen Tian's aura flowed around him, and the space instantly warped. His figure seemed to be sucked into endless darkness, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only Sukuna standing amidst the center of the silent plain.
Sukuna's expression was difficult to decipher. After a long while, he muttered under his breath: "Next time... I will definitely make you aware of this King's true horror."
Having spoken, his figure flashed and vanished from the spot as well, leaving only the sound of the wind whistling through the ruins, as if telling the tale of the astonishing duel that had just occurred.
Shibuya, another battlefield.
"Bururubeno, Yurayura."
Fushiguro Megumi knelt on the cold ground. Warm, thick liquid flowed from the wound on his waist, yet he felt no pain. Each syllable carried the weight of absolute resolve, echoing in the dead silent street.
W-w-w-w—!!!
The shadow behind Fushiguro Megumi suddenly swelled and boiled, as if opening a gate to the abyss!
A massive, chaotic, terrifying Cursed Energy, filled with primal destructive intent, suddenly descended! The air was instantly sucked dry, and tiny fragments of rubble on the ground violently shook like chaff!
Shigeharu Hasaba's sneer instantly froze, replaced by an indescribable terror and horror!
The quality of that Cursed Energy felt like an actual mountain pressing down, making all the bones in his body groan!
"Wait—!!!" He only managed to squeeze out a single syllable, distorted by extreme fear.
From within the shadow, a colossal figure slowly rose.
It had a tall, humanoid outline, but was covered in a coarse, rock-like, ash-gray skin. Its right forearm was covered by a single-edged sword, and its face had no visible eyes, nose, or ears.
Two pairs of horn-like, chitinous structures extended from where its eyes should be to the back of its head. Its mouth lacked lips, exposing bright red gums and teeth.
Suspended above its head was an object resembling a ship's rudder, which occasionally gave off a faint 'ding-dong' sound when it swayed.
This monster, standing over three meters tall with bulging muscles, was the strongest Shikigami of the Zenin Ten Shadows Technique!
Mahoraga—The Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General!
Fushiguro Megumi raised his head, pulling a look of proud defiance onto his pale face. Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the terror-stricken Shigeharu Hasaba, his voice carrying the mockery of a martyr:
"I'm going to die first. You go ahead and try your best."
The moment the words fell!
A giant arm, carrying a terrifying shriek that tore the air, smashed down like a falling meteorite toward the tiny figure of Fushiguro Megumi below—striking with crushing force!
The aura of death instantly froze Fushiguro Megumi's blood!
He could even feel the ill wind stirred up by the giant fist tearing his skin!
Just at this critical moment—
A ghostly blue, extremely fine arc of light, cut into the trajectory of Mahoraga's descending giant arm without warning!
An extremely faint sound, like the sharpest paper cutter slicing through hard cardstock.
Mahoraga's colossal arm, capable of crushing mountains and splitting stones, suddenly stalled less than half a meter above Fushiguro Megumi's head!
Immediately after, a mirror-smooth cut appeared clearly in the middle section of the massive arm!
At the cut, the rock-like gray muscle, the hardened bone... all matter was instantly severed!
The break was so clean it reflected the firelight burning in the distance!
The massive severed arm, like a giant boulder losing its support, slammed heavily onto the ground beside Fushiguro Megumi with a dull thud, the resulting gust of air mixed with rock dust, nearly suffocating him!
Fushiguro Megumi's pupils suddenly dilated! The determined, death-seeking smile on his face completely froze! His mind went blank!
What happened?!
Mahoraga's movements also paused very briefly. Its head lowered slightly, seemingly "looking" at the cross-section where its arm was suddenly missing.
A figure, appearing out of nowhere, was already blocking the space between Fushiguro Megumi and the terrifying Shikigami.
White hair, a tall, straight back.
He didn't even glance back at Fushiguro Megumi, who was frozen in immense shock behind him. He merely lowered his eyes casually, as if he had just flicked away a speck of dust from his sleeve.
"Mahoraga?" Chen Tian's plain voice sounded, as if confirming an irrelevant name. "Alright, since I ran into you."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seeming to sweep over Shigeharu Hasaba, who was sprawled on the ground, soiled and already driven mad by fear.
"And one more... Mahito."
Chen Tian cast his gaze toward the darkness in the distance, his wrist slightly raised.
'Clear these two out, then I can go home.'
"Roar—!!!"
Mahoraga's lipless giant mouth let out a muffled, thunderous roar! Flesh wiggled in the wound of its severed left arm, seemingly attempting to regenerate, but was forcibly blocked by some residual cutting will!
Its sole remaining right arm violently raised! The spiral sword—the Sword of Extermination—wrapped in an ominous aura and engraved with ancient anti-demon runes, suddenly burst forth with dazzling, dark purple Cursed Energy light!
The air was churned and ripped like viscous liquid! Where the sword's edge pointed, space groaned under the strain!
No frills, just pure power and destruction! The giant sword tore through the atmosphere, bearing down on the small white-haired figure below with terrifying, crushing force!
The fierce wind was like a physical sledgehammer, whipping Chen Tian's white hair and clothes wildly!
Chen Tian didn't even look up at the descending giant sword.
He simply shifted his body slightly to the side, avoiding the sword's direct trajectory.
His left hand, at some unknown point, had settled firmly on the hilt of the Yamato at his waist. His fingers curled around it.
"Dimensional Slice."
Clang—!!!
The Yamato drew out one inch!
Buzz—!!!!
In that instant! Centered on Chen Tian, the space in the fan-shaped area in front of him was like an ice lake struck by a giant stone!
Countless lines of ghostly blue, crisscrossing sharp lines flashed into existence out of nowhere! No trajectory, no sequence! It was as if a Death Net, made of absolute cutting power, covering heaven and earth, had instantly opened!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!—!!!
A burst of dense, hair-raising cutting sounds erupted simultaneously on Mahoraga's massive body, like a downpour on banana leaves!
Mahoraga's sword-swinging motion abruptly froze!
It was suspended mid-air, like a giant insect pinned in amber! The Sword of Extermination, imbued with monumental force, was mere millimeters from Chen Tian's head, yet it could not move a single inch further!
Crackle, crackle, crackle—!!!
The huge, rudder-like Dharma Wheel floating above Mahoraga's head let out a grating, agonizing shriek, as if countless precise gears had been forcibly jammed!
The Wheel shook and spun madly. The complex runes on its surface lit up and then rapidly dimmed, attempting to analyze and adapt to the destructive cutting power filling the space!
But—it was useless!
The ghostly blue blade net was etched onto Mahoraga's rock-like gray-white skin, cutting deep into its muscles, bones, and joints! Every intersection point was a perfectly smooth cutting point!
Mahoraga's massive body, along with the upraised Sword of Extermination, was precisely divided as if by an invisible ruler, instantly being diced into hundreds of cubes with mirror-smooth edges!
Residual ghostly blue light flickered at the cuts, tightly sealing the gushing Cursed Energy!
CRASH—!!!
The huge chunks of flesh, mixed with the heavy fragments of the spiral sword, slammed onto the open ground between Fushiguro Megumi and Chen Tian like a collapsing tower of blocks! Kicking up a cloud of dust!
"Clink," went the crisp sound as the Yamato returned to its sheath.
Only then did he slowly turn around.
His gaze fell upon Fushiguro Megumi, who was kneeling on the ground, his waist stained with blood, his face pale and statue-like from shock.
"It's settled," Chen Tian's voice was steady and without a ripple, as if stating a pre-established fact. "Leave here now."
Fushiguro Megumi's mind had completely stopped working.
The arrogance, resolve, and martyr-like tragedy on his face were utterly crushed by the sight of the mythical Shikigami being instantly dismembered into fragments right before his eyes!
He stiffly raised his head, his pupils shaking as he focused on Chen Tian's face.
An utterly absurd realization shot through his nerve endings like electricity!
White hair... celebrity... that terrifying slashing attack...
A name uncontrollably squeezed out of his throat, which was dry from blood loss, trembling with disbelief:
"Ne... Nero?!"
Chen Tian's brow moved imperceptibly.
He did not answer Fushiguro Megumi's question, nor did he pause for even a moment.
Chen Tian's figure vanished from the spot without warning, as if wiped away by an eraser.
Only the cold air remained, slightly distorted for an instant, then returning to dead silence.
Only the heavily panting Fushiguro Megumi, the paralyzed Shigeharu Hasaba, and the scattered, cubic fragments of Mahoraga, which were slowly sinking into the ground's shadow and shimmering with a faint blue light, were left at the scene.
The smell of blood, dust, and the acrid scent of forcibly sliced space mixed together, making the air nauseating.
The frantic joy of surviving the ordeal shot through Shigeharu Hasaba's nerves, which had been paralyzed by fear, like an electric current.
Using his hands and feet, he struggled to climb up from the ground, the terrified, twisted expression on his face suddenly flipping into a manic, almost idiotic ecstasy.
"Ha... Ha... Hahaha!!" A dry, harsh laugh squeezed out of his throat, mixed with the gulping sound of swallowing saliva. "I'm... I'm alive! I'm alive agai—"
The last syllable cut off abruptly, like a duck being strangled.
Shigeharu Hasaba's body suddenly froze in place.
The wild laugh on his face, like a plaster mask freezing, instantly became covered in a look of astonishment and inexplicable confusion.
He slowly, sluggishly, lowered his head to look at his body.
Fushiguro Megumi raised his head blankly, just in time to see this bizarre scene: Shigeharu Hasaba was frozen in place, his eyes fixed on his chest, arms, and abdomen... as if looking at something that didn't belong to him.
In Fushiguro Megumi's view, countless extremely fine, faint ghostly blue lines had quietly appeared on Shigeharu Hasaba's skin, exposed outside of his ragged clothing.
These lines crisscrossed, like the most precise grid, enveloping his entire body.
At the edges of the lines, the space presented an unnatural, slightly distorted texture.
Was that... residual blade light?!
A coldness, deeper than facing Mahoraga, instantly seized Fushiguro Megumi's heart!
"N-no..." Shigeharu Hasaba squeezed out the first weak gasp from his throat, filled with unbelievable terror.
Pssh! Pssh! Pssh!
Like countless piano wires snapping simultaneously!
An extremely faint, intensely dense sound of cutting erupted on Shigeharu Hasaba's body all at once! So faint it was almost drowned out by a heartbeat!
His pupils suddenly dilated to their limit. All expression froze on his face, leaving only the deepest terror and confusion.
Then, in Fushiguro Megumi's eyes, Shigeharu Hasaba's body, along with his ragged clothing, was sliced apart as if by an invisible, nanometer-precise surgical knife!
Following those ghostly blue fine lines—
Head, torso, limbs... instantly disintegrated!
There was no gushing blood (because the cut surface of every slice was instantly sealed by the high heat and spatial power), only the mirror-smooth, faintly shimmering, ghostly blue cut edges!
His body, like a tower of blocks kicked over by a mischievous child, suddenly disassembled with a dull "clatter!"
Hundreds of human "parts" of various shapes, with smooth edges, mixed with a few strands of neatly cut fabric fragments, scattered across the ground like disassembled components.
On one of the fragments of the head, the completely twisted face, etched with ultimate terror, was frozen, its vacant eyes staring straight at the sky.
Only then did the sweet smell of blood belatedly waft out, thick enough to be suffocating.
Fushiguro Megumi suddenly covered his mouth. A strong sense of nausea rushed up his throat, his pupils trembling violently, his vision almost unable to focus.
That final sliver of relief was completely crushed by the silent, utterly bizarre 'dismemberment' before his eyes. Fear, like a cold tide, instantly flooded his consciousness.
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