Boom!!!
A deafening explosion ripped through the night sky! A building dozens of stories tall instantly exploded and collapsed like paper! Steel and concrete were torn to shreds by the violent force, spewing out smoke, dust, and flames in all directions!
Two dark figures shot out from the center of the explosion like cannonballs!
"Ha!" A supremely arrogant laugh burst through the smoke, as the pink-haired Sukuna hovered in the air, looking at Jogo's disheveled figure, "Is that all you've got? Curse—Spirit—!"
Jogo coughed up blood, his giant single eye bloodshot and filled with shock and fury! He forcibly stabilized his body, and two furiously spinning molten fireballs appeared in his palms, aimed at Sukuna!
"It's not over—!!!" Jogo roared, ready to unleash this destructive power!
However!
Swish! Swish!
Two pitch-black slashes appeared out of thin air, faster than the eye could see!
Pfft!
Jogo's newly formed molten fireballs, along with his arms, were severed at the wrist! The cuts were smooth as a mirror! The severed arms and fireballs fell powerlessly.
"Wh-…?!" Jogo's horror froze in his single eye.
Sukuna's figure had appeared eerily directly above him, a cruel smile spreading across his lips! He clenched his fists, bringing down a violent, crushing force upon Jogo's head!
Thump—!!!
A dull, heart-shattering thud! Jogo's head visibly caved in and deformed! Terrifying power surged through his body, and he plummeted towards the ground like a meteor, at an even faster speed!
Sukuna was even faster! He plunged down, catching up instantly! His left hand clamped down on Jogo's deformed head like an iron vice!
Rumble!!!
The two of them, like human cannonballs, smashed through the rooftop of the building below!
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
A series of extremely dull impacts and roars continuously transmitted downwards from inside the building!
One floor! Two floors! Three floors…
The two of them, at a terrifying speed, pierced through layer after layer of reinforced concrete floor slabs, leaving a string of massive holes! The entire building trembled and groaned violently!
Finally, a heavy thud exploded deep in the foundation, and dust rose.
The lowest level of the building, at the center of the collapsed ruins.
Moonlight struggled to penetrate through the layers of holes above, illuminating a small area with a pale glow.
Sukuna's figure stood proudly. He had his hands in his pockets, his posture casual, as if he had merely taken a stroll to this spot.
He slightly raised his chin, the eerie black Cursed Mark on his face appearing even more sinister in the moonlight. Below his eyes, those two smaller eyes gazed coldly down at the prey at his feet, shimmering with an inhuman light.
A wicked smile spread across his lips, and his cold voice echoed through the ruins:
"The moonlight's shining in…"
"Your pathetic ugliness can't be hidden anymore."
Before him, Jogo's body was mostly buried in rubble and twisted rebar, his chest heaving violently, emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows, as large gushes of foul blood mixed with fragments of internal organs continuously poured from his mouth.
At the breaks in his arms, flesh struggled to wriggle and regenerate.
Under the cold moonlight, this once arrogant Special Grade Cursed Spirit was left with nothing but desperate weakness and naked wretchedness.
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"How strong am I, compared to a few of Sukuna's fingers?" Jogo asked, sitting on a beach chair, looking at Kenjaku who was smiling beside him.
"Optimistically estimated," Kenjaku said, tapping his chin with one finger, "probably 8-9 fingers."
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Jogo's large eye was filled with terror; the conversation he once had with Kenjaku in Curse Spirit, Dagon's domain now seemed so ridiculous in retrospect.
'8-9 fingers? Kenjaku, you seem to be overestimating me!' Jogo screamed internally.
"Alright, alright, keep it up." Sukuna squatted beside Jogo, lifting him by the back of his collar with one hand, "You can play as many times as you want before I get bored." Jogo's pupils suddenly fixed on 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, his palm enveloped in flames.
"Maximum Technique: Meteor!" Jogo roared, and a massive explosion of flames instantly erupted.
Not far away, Kusakabe and Panda, who had sensed this terrifying Cursed Energy, were about to flee, while two Cursed Users were chasing them.
Suddenly, Sukuna's voice appeared between the four, "No, you don't."
The four instantly broke out in cold sweat, oppressed by Sukuna's terrifying Cursed Energy. Sukuna said softly, as if in jest: "From now on, the four of you are not allowed to move without my permission."
Sukuna looked up; a massive meteor, wreathed in fiery red flames, was rapidly falling from the sky.
"Stand still, stand still," Sukuna slowly raised his hands, as if to clap them together, a playful smirk on his lips. His crimson gaze swept over the four individuals — Kusakabe, Panda, and the two disheveled Cursed Users — who were firmly pinned to the spot by his Cursed Energy. Every pore exuded a trembling despair, every stiff limb screamed silently.
He reveled in this absolute dominance, like a mischievous child prodding trembling ants in his palm, "Now, you still can't run."
His cruel smile grew more exaggerated, the air between his palms seemed to solidify, anticipating the 'spectacular' blood and flesh fireworks that would erupt after he clapped.
Just as his palms were about to close—
Buzz!
The world suddenly fell silent!
It was as if something more fundamental between heaven and earth had been instantly cut and torn apart!
Vision was engulfed by countless intensely sharp blue-white lights! Those weren't lights; they were the will to sever everything!
Boundless sharpness appeared out of nowhere, instantly filling every inch of space within Sukuna's sight!
Rip—!!!
In the sky, the enormous molten giant meteor, carrying world-ending power and falling violently, froze silently amidst the sky-filling blue-white blade light.
The next moment, there was no explosion, no roar.
Like fragile sand sculptures weathering away, or as if pierced by billions of invisible blades simultaneously! The giant meteor instantly disintegrated and dissolved!
It turned into fine, dust-like stone powder, mixed with instantly extinguished fiery red molten particles, drifting down through the night sky, forming a vast and eerie gray dust curtain that even muddied the pale moonlight.
Sukuna's mocking laugh, playing with his prey, suddenly froze.
His crimson pupils sharply contracted to pinprick size, clearly reflecting the sky-filling annihilated dust.
It wasn't fear, but a kind of… displeasure at having his meal interrupted, and then a sudden, even more surging ecstasy that ignited after he recognized the intruder!
The frozen smile on his face cracked like ice, then twisted and expanded, finally transforming into a ferocious, excited expression!
"Heh… Hahahahaha!" Sukuna tilted his head back, a low, uncontrollable laugh rumbling in his throat. The laugh grew from low to high, finally turning into an unrestrained roar that exploded over the dead silent ruins.
"A formidable fellow has arrived—!!!"
Amidst the laughter, his crimson eyes, filled with pure malice, pierced through the falling meteorite ashes, fixing intently on the high sky.
Above the night sky, dust drifted down, like a gray snow.
Chen Tian hovered there.
His left hand casually held Jogo by the back of his collar—the once arrogant volcano-headed Cursed Spirit now looked like a dead dog, his body broken, his single eye dim, his severed arms hanging limply.
His body occasionally twitched slightly, proving he was still clinging to life. Foul Cursed Blood and ash continuously dripped from him.
Chen Tian's right hand rested casually on the hilt of the ancient-styled sword at his waist—the Yamato.
The hood of his dark T-shirt was slightly lifted by the high-altitude air currents, revealing a few strands of white hair falling across his forehead.
He looked down slightly, gazing at Sukuna, who was laughing madly in the ruins below.
His eyes were as calm as ancient, unmelting ice, without the slightest ripple, only an absolute indifference that looked down on dust.
Wind swept through the ruins, stirring up ashes.
As Sukuna's laughter reached its peak and then abruptly ceased, Chen Tian's voice clearly cut through the silence, each word like ice and snow hitting the ground, chilling to the bone:
"Sukuna."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly overpowered the lingering wind howls in the ruins and the distant, muffled wails.
"Amuse me."