The assassination target just now was clearly Isayama Yomi, but Kenmyo Isayama discovered it in advance and took the blow for her.
This was a very unusual and, for a Jujutsu Sorcerer, the most fatal problem.
His own sensory ability, used for early warning, had failed; he couldn't even detect an enemy standing behind him!
If it happened to an unskilled Jujutsu Sorcerer, it would be normal, but for Isayama Yomi, it was completely impossible. Although she was young, she had experienced far more battles than an average First Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.
She had long since trained her sensory abilities to an extremely terrifying degree; otherwise, Isayama Yomi, who had been fighting on the front lines against Cursed Spirits and Curse Users, would have died long ago.
Even the slightest movement could not escape her perception.
But this time, Isayama Yomi genuinely didn't perceive anything unusual until Kenmyo Isayama pushed her.
It's not hard to understand that the reason for Isayama Yomi's sensory ability failure came from this "assassin."
Isayama Yomi looked at the middle-aged man with disheveled black hair, defiant eyes, and a hint of roguishness.
His gaze was fierce enough to devour people.
Suddenly witnessing Kenmyo's severe injuries, Isayama Yomi bit her lip until it bled, her entire body's Cursed Energy on the verge of erupting.
She was about to stand up immediately, but an invisible force enveloped her, stopping Isayama Yomi's movements.
What truly calmed Isayama Yomi's berserk emotions was that familiar voice, coming from the bleeding Kenmyo Isayama right before her eyes.
The mysterious "assassin" was about to pull out his blade, but in the next second, under the moonlight, an enormous, ferocious wolf head shot out from his shadow at an incredibly fast speed, its mouth open revealing sharp teeth, as if to swallow this offender of its "master" in one bite!
Judging from its crimson eyes, this creature that had crawled out of "hell" was already enraged.
"Snap!"
When the upper and lower jaws clamped together, teeth colliding, it produced a sound that could freeze one's soul. Nothing could withstand it; no matter how hard the steel, it would be torn to shreds by this terrifying bite force.
However, there was only a faint trace of blood in the air, indicating that this terrifying giant wolf ultimately missed its bite.
Nevertheless, this sudden attack came without any warning; even with the "assassin's" reflexes, dodging it was quite strenuous.
There were even very obvious bloodstains on his trouser leg, from being grazed by the teeth because he couldn't dodge in time.
"What the hell is that thing?"
The assassin deftly flicked his blade, scattering the blood from the fuller onto the ground, and stared with interest at the suddenly appearing monster.
"Shikigami?"
He found it laughable even saying it aloud, and couldn't help but recall his family's generations-old Shikigami; compared to this violent demon beast, the difference was like a Chihuahua to a Tibetan Mastiff.
"Uncle, you're really impolite."
The sudden sound of this voice made the assassin's smile vanish, replaced by a trace of astonishment.
"Impossible, I clearly aimed for the heart!"
He originally thought that monstrous thing was the little girl's Shikigami, but when he saw the terrifying demon beast docilely like a dog next to Kenmyo Isayama, being petted by him, he knew he was wrong.
Kenmyo Isayama, whom he had already marked for death in his heart, was like a zombie coming back to life, slightly turning his body to the left, suddenly tilting his head back, his forehead, nose, and chin forming a horizontal line, his two eyes flashing with dazzling blue light, staring intently at the assassin.
Even though blood was still continuously flowing from the wound that had pierced his heart, he still spoke in a chilling tone:
"You stab me the moment we meet, and then you go around saying I'm dead."
"If you can't speak properly, you can just shut that mouth!"
Kenmyo Isayama raised his left hand towards the person over there, making a grasping motion.
"And that's my sister!"
Crush Psychic Spells
It activated instantly.
As soon as his words fell, the assassin immediately felt a hair-raising sense of danger; the surrounding air solidified.
Boom! A loud bang.
An invisible attack directly covered the assassin's previous position from top to bottom, all-encompassing. A circular pit with a diameter of five meters and a depth of about three meters appeared on the ground.
Taking advantage of the opening, under the healing of the "Wound Healing" Psychic Spell, Kenmyo Isayama's surface wounds rapidly repaired at a visible speed.
[Health 45%] rising to [Health 90%]
Health was also recovering.
Kenmyo Isayama had a health bar; even if the health bar reached zero, there was a process time. By accurately timing this, he wouldn't die.
The heart penetration just now instantly deducted about fifty-five percent of his health, and it was dropping at an extremely fast rate, so Kenmyo Isayama immediately used a healing spell.
The suffering endured earlier in the Zhong Sheng Temple plane was not in vain; Kenmyo Isayama suspected that if someone were to gouge out his heart and lungs, he wouldn't even flinch.
In this world, because the Reverse Cursed Technique is extremely difficult, very few Jujutsu Sorcerers possess the ability to heal wounds, and even if they do, they can often only heal themselves.
If they want to heal others, the reversal of the Reverse Cursed Technique needs to be even more thorough, and the difficulty increases geometrically.
But for Kenmyo Isayama, it was not a problem.
His "Wound Healing" was exactly the same as the effect of Shoko, whom Kenmyo Isayama had previously met, and it was even more efficient.
Not only could he heal himself, but he could also heal others.
Nakamura Takashi had his chest pierced by the Idol Cursed Spirit's attack, and Kenmyo Isayama was able to save him, even now keeping him alive by a thread. This is because Kenmyo Isayama ignited his soul like a sky lantern, tormenting him day after day to ensure it wouldn't dissipate.
This spell determines how much mana points are needed for repair based on the severity of your injury.
A flash of lightning suddenly appeared before Kenmyo Isayama's eyes; an invisible wall blocked a fatal killing intent.
The ground in front of him, having suffered the aftershocks, showed spiderweb-like cracks, tearing apart the incredibly sturdy concrete ground.
It was that assassin, appearing before Kenmyo Isayama with a high-grade Cursed Tool, but he was blocked by a Psychic Shield made of mana points.
He only suffered a slight injury from the Crush, such agile movements, a guy with a scar next to his lip, a freak with not a single trace of Cursed Energy on him.
There's only one in the whole world.
It's the "Heavenly Restraints."