At that moment, when Atsushi Kamo and the others realized their Cursed Techniques had been effortlessly neutralized by Gojo Sawa and his two companions, they were stunned.
"How is that possible? This move of mine has even beaten a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit!"
"The Divine Dog was swallowed in an instant. What kind of terrifying Cursed Spirit is that?"
"Damn it! They're so strong!"
Gojo Sawa, Gojo Satoru, and Suguru Geto exchanged glances, struggling not to laugh out loud.
"Hey, you guys! Those aren't the inherited techniques of the Zenin Clan and the Kamo Clan, are they?"
At that, Atsushi Kamo flew into a rage.
"What? You bastard! Don't insult the Kamo Clan's inherited technique! It's the pride of our clan!"
"Blood Manipulation: Blood Meteorite!"
The two members of the Zenin Clan were equally indignant.
"The Zenin Clan's pride must not be sullied! Ten Shadows Technique: Escaping Rabbit!"
The four of them unleashed their techniques like madmen, sending a torrent of attacks crashing toward Gojo Sawa and his companions.
Gojo Satoru looked utterly exasperated. "What are you even talking about? What clan pride? Are you insane?"
"Cursed Technique Lapse..."
"Satoru, wait!"
Gojo Sawa stopped Satoru from attacking and pointed toward the four across from them. "Look!"
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto looked up.
After the two Kamo Clan members used "Pseudo-Blood Manipulation," their bodies visibly shriveled. Their cheeks grew gaunt, their eyes sank into their sockets, and they looked utterly drained.
Meanwhile, the two Zenin Clan members had vacant expressions and lifeless eyes, as if their brains had been cooked.
Sawa and Satoru had the Six Eyes' powerful observational ability, while Suguru Geto had senses far beyond those of ordinary people.
All three of them immediately spotted the problem.
The so-called Blood Manipulation used by the two Kamo Clan members stimulated their bone marrow with Cursed Energy to forcibly produce blood. It was a technique that consumed their lifespan!
And the "Ten Shadows Technique" used by the two Zenin Clan members summoned Shikigami that had not only mutated and lost much of their power, but also caused a backlash that was abnormally severe!
Cursed Techniques were activated by the brain, but those two men's brains were practically mush!
"How is that an inherited technique? It's a suicide technique!"
Gojo Sawa's face turned grave. "Make them stop, quick!"
Suguru Geto swept out a hand. "Rainbow Dragon!"
Rainbow Dragon swung its tail and smacked all four of them away, forcibly interrupting their techniques.
Suguru Geto had held back, afraid he might kill the four men, who were already half-dead.
At that moment, Atsushi Kamo and the other three lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
When they saw Gojo Sawa and the others approach, he gave a bitter smile. "I never thought you'd really be as strong as the rumors said... No, you're even stronger!"
Gojo Sawa had no patience for the flattery and demanded sternly, "Do you know that the technique you just used was killing you?"
"That wasn't the Kamo Clan's Blood Manipulation at all. And there's something wrong with your Ten Shadows Technique, too. Who taught you those?"
Unexpectedly, the four men on the ground grew agitated and tried to get to their feet as soon as Gojo Sawa finished speaking.
They were simply too weak. After several attempts, they collapsed back onto the ground.
Even so, they glared at Gojo Sawa and the others as if they wanted to kill them.
"Don't insult our clan's techniques! They're our clan's pride!"
"Idiots!"
Gojo Sawa and his companions couldn't understand how these people thought. They knocked them out with a couple of punches and eliminated them from the competition.
But they hadn't gone far before they ran into more members of the two clans.
"Blood Manipulation: Piercing Blood!"
"Ten Shadows Technique: Great Serpent!"
The members of the two clans seemed to have received some kind of order. They recklessly unleashed their techniques, nearly killing themselves on the spot.
But Gojo Sawa merely flicked a hand, knocking all the attacks aside.
Sure enough, when Sawa brought up "Pseudo-Blood Manipulation" and "Pseudo-Ten Shadows Technique," the members of both clans bristled like cats whose tails had been stepped on, shouting again and again, "Everything is for the clan's pride!"
At that moment, even Gojo Satoru, slow on the uptake as he could be, realized what was going on.
"The Zenin Clan and the Kamo Clan developed inferior versions of their inherited techniques—and they're using these people as test subjects!"
Gojo Sawa's words made Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto's expressions darken.
"They're researching such inhumane techniques and experimenting on living people? Have those old geezers lost their minds?"
Gojo Satoru was incensed.
"Maybe the Zenin and Kamo Clans saw that the Gojo Clan had two Six Eyes users, while they still hadn't produced any heirs of their own, so they decided to try another way!"
"Making these people use immature, inferior versions? Those bastards are completely deranged!"
The next time they encountered members of the two clans, Gojo Satoru teleported over and knocked them out with two quick punches before they could even attack.
Then Gojo Satoru bound their limbs and crouched down to patiently explain the dangers of these techniques.
Unexpectedly, one of the Zenin Clan members sneered.
"We already know all that. We volunteered for the experiment. If the research succeeds, our clan will be able to produce people who can use our inherited technique one after another, instead of waiting on the slim chance that an heir will be born!"
"Our sacrifices mean something. It's all for the clan's pride. We'll die for a worthy cause!"
Their eyes were full of fervor.
"You..."
Gojo Satoru was furious. These people didn't care about their own lives at all!
Suguru Geto patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder from behind. "Satoru, don't bother trying to talk them out of it!"
Gojo Satoru tilted his head. "Huh? That doesn't sound like you. Haven't you always said we should save the weak?"
Gojo Sawa sneered from the side. "Satoru, take a good look. Those old geezers have already brainwashed them."
"And if I'm not mistaken, they're all collateral-branch members, failed experimental subjects the clans can discard whenever they want!"
Gojo Satoru fell silent, his eyes cold behind his sunglasses.
Suguru Geto looked up at the sky and sighed sincerely. "What a filthy world!"
"Let's go!"
Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up.
"Where to?"
"To find that Grade 2 Cursed Spirit, kill it, finish the competition, and hurry home!"
Gojo Satoru shrugged. "I don't want to spend another second in this hellhole!"
Gojo Sawa and Suguru Geto exchanged glances and followed with wry smiles.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Looks like our young master Satoru is angry!"
"Shut up, you bastard!"
"By the way, do the Three Great Families do this sort of thing often?"
"Bastard! Don't drag the Gojo Clan into everything!"
"Then when you become clan head, you can manage the Gojo Clan properly!"
"Huh? You're the eldest son. Shouldn't you be clan head?"
"No way! Don't even think about it!"
"The eldest son inheriting the position is only natural. The elders would definitely love to have you as clan head, hahaha!"
"Enough talk! If you've got the guts, let's fight. The loser becomes clan head!"
"Actually, if neither of you wants the job, you could consider me."
"Get lost!" ×2
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