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Back on the rooftop, Geto would have fainted from exhaustion if his physical body weren't being held together by the Reverse Cursed Technique, the pain only intensifying his awareness.
"Impossible, impossible," he kept muttering.
"Swish." A figure appeared beside him—Kashimo Hajime.
He hadn't dared to approach earlier; the heat from the sword stuck in Geto and the flames surrounding him instinctively filled him with fear.
But who was he? Kashimo Hajime.
He had only been brought back to life to fight the King of Curses—Sukuna—a battle that would determine who was superior and who would live or die.
Now, a person seemingly stronger than Sukuna had appeared. After his initial fear, his fierce battle lust could not be suppressed. So he appeared on the rooftop.
Kashimo Hajime saw Geto's utterly pathetic state and let out a scoff. "Geto, your wretched appearance is truly laughable."
Geto's consciousness was almost entirely paralyzed; he didn't even hear Kashimo Hajime's words.
Kashimo Hajime, seeing that Geto didn't react, also checked his arrogance, then his gaze fixed intently on the Ryūjin Jakka stuck in Geto's body.
"This shoddy sword... holds such terrifying power?" Kashimo Hajime muttered to himself, slowly reaching out a hand, attempting to approach the Ryūjin Jakka.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the blade, the crimson markings on the Ryūjin Jakka suddenly burst with strong light. A searing wave of fire swept outward, centered on the sword.
"Hmph!" Kashimo Hajime snorted. The lightning around him instantly surged, forming a protective Thunder Shield around himself.
The fire wave crashed into the Thunder Shield, making a crackling sound. The powerful energy impact caused the rooftop ground to crack.
"A bit interesting." A flicker of excitement crossed Kashimo Hajime's eyes. He increased his Cursed Energy output. The Thunder Shield flared brightly, actually forcing the wave of fire back.
The Ryūjin Jakka seemed provoked. The blade trembled violently, letting out a low hum. The temperature of the flame soared again.
"Come on!" Kashimo Hajime roared. He stomped fiercely on the ground. His entire body, like a bolt of lightning, rushed toward the Ryūjin Jakka.
He clenched his right hand into a fist. Lightning condensed on his fist, forming a huge Thunder Blade, which he slammed viciously toward the Ryūjin Jakka.
Boom! The instant the fist-blade collided with the sword, a terrifying energy storm instantly erupted.
Kashimo Hajime was thrown backward by the force, leaving a long scorch mark on the rooftop.
Though the Ryūjin Jakka still remained firmly embedded in Geto's chest, its blade trembled continuously. The crimson markings shone even brighter, and the flames roared even more fiercely, seemingly communicating its displeasure at being touched.
Kashimo Hajime struggled to stand up, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with increasing frenzy.
"No weapon has ever excited me this much. Today, I must take you with me!"
As he spoke, he formed a hand sign. The lightning around him surged madly, gradually converging into a gigantic sphere of lightning. Countless electric snakes faintly writhed within the sphere.
Just as the sphere was about to be released, the chaotic energy tearing the air—
"What are you doing?"
The cold voice sounded, without warning, right next to Kashimo Hajime's ear!
It didn't come from the front, but from behind his head!
Kashimo Hajime's pupils contracted violently. His heart felt squeezed by an invisible hand!
There was no time to think! Combat instinct transcended everything! He forcibly aborted the lightning sphere's guidance. Cursed Energy instantly surged backward through his body. He grunted, violently twisting his body and shooting away!
Screech—! Lightning exploded. He transformed into a zigzagging bolt of electricity, instantly moving sideways!
Two hundred meters away, on the edge of another rooftop, Kashimo Hajime stabilized himself. His chest heaved violently. A trickle of blood oozed from his mouth—the backlash of forcibly stopping his Cursed Technique.
He sharply looked up, his gaze sweeping the spot where he had been... Empty?!
Impossible! The voice was right in my ear!
"All flash and no substance. What were you doing just now?" That cold, indifferent voice sounded again.
This time, it came clearly from behind him!
Kashimo Hajime's hair stood on end! He violently spun around!
Chen Tian was standing there.
Silent and still, as if he had been there all along, yet Kashimo Hajime had never sensed him.
The distance was so close that Kashimo Hajime could almost feel the residual, cold aura of vacuum clinging to the other man.
His black clothing was calm, his white hair hung down. Those eyes looked down at him placidly, like looking at pebbles by the roadside.
When did he come back?! When did he get behind me?!
Kashimo Hajime's heart hammered frantically. The cold fear so clearly overshadowed his boiling battle intent.
His boasted speed and perception were a joke in front of this man!
The massive sphere of lightning lost control and exploded loudly in the spot where he had been standing moments ago!
Blinding lightning instantly engulfed the area. Savage electric snakes violently jumped and lashed the ground, shattering the cracked concrete!
Smoke and rubble, mixed with the acrid smell of burnt electricity, billowed out.
In the smoke, Chen Tian's figure remained motionless; not even the hem of his clothes was disturbed. The torrent of impact energy vanished and dissipated the moment it touched the space half a meter in front of him, as if hitting an invisible wall.
Kashimo Hajime watched helplessly as the attack he had fully condensed couldn't even make the opponent move half a step!
He stared intently at Chen Tian, his teeth grinding loudly. The Cursed Energy in his body bolted wildly through his channels like a startled beast, yet he dared not roar it out.
Fear wrapped around his limbs and joints like cold vines.
Chen Tian slightly raised his gaze. His eyes swept past the exploding smoke and settled on Kashimo Hajime's face. There was not a ripple of emotion, only the slightest impatience at being disturbed.
"Too noisy," he spoke, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the residual thunder. "You interrupted me."
The next second, Chen Tian's figure seemed to subtly shift.
Kashimo Hajime's muscles instantly tensed to their limit! Lightning instinctively exploded to guard his body!
He only felt his body suddenly lighten, as if a support point had instantly vanished. He looked down in horror!
Blood sprayed out like an uncontrolled pump from the severed point of his right shoulder! His entire right arm, at some unknown point, had been severed cleanly at the shoulder, separated from his body, and was tracing a tragic parabola in the air before smashing onto the ground!
The intense pain, like a tsunami, rushed in a fraction of a second later!
"Ugh—ahhh!" Kashimo Hajime screamed in agony. Cold sweat instantly drenched his body!
"I said, you're noisy." Chen Tian's cold voice, like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, sounded again.
Pff! Pff! Pff!
Three cold sensations of slashing, too fast for nerve reflexes, instantly sliced across his remaining three limbs!
Kashimo Hajime's scream cut off abruptly. His pupils contracted to pinpricks from the intense pain and utter terror!
He watched helplessly as his left arm and both legs separated from his torso like broken dolls. A massive amount of blood stained the rooftop like spilled ink!
Thud! The torso, now missing all four limbs, slammed heavily onto the ground, next to Geto, who had also been reduced to a human stick. The scene was bizarre and terrifying.
His remaining head let out a savage hiss: "You son of a—!!!"
At the brink of death, all calculation was forgotten!
Kashimo Hajime erupted with his final burst of Cursed Energy! It was his ultimate trump card, reserved for Sukuna, which burned his life and soul!
"Phantom Beast: Amber!!!" He shrieked the true name of the technique with all his might!
Wild blue electric arcs, like materialized flames, instantly enveloped his remaining head!
His Cursed Energy core hammered violently. A certain ancient, savage aura was about to emerge from its cocoon! He was trying to forcibly complete this transformation beyond his limits, even if only for an instant, to take a piece of the opponent with him!
His vision suddenly blurred.
It was as if the entire world had been hit by a fast-forward button, then instantly frozen.
Kashimo Hajime's wild will, his burning Cursed Energy, his unwilling roar... everything paused in that moment.
He strained his wide eyes and clearly saw—
A headless torso, lying in a pool of blood, with frantic, leaping blue electric arcs at the severed neck, attempting to complete the transformation.
Was that... his body?
Next, the world spun.
He felt himself falling.
The ground... the cracked concrete rooftop... was getting closer and closer.
A dull impact.
Kashimo Hajime's final vision was fixed on his own mutilated torso—headless, limbless, yet still emanating the terrifying Cursed Energy fluctuations—lying below.
The cold black figure stood impassively at the edge of his vision, like an immutable rock.
Consciousness sank into eternal darkness.
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