No trajectory, no process!
That pitch-black slash, imbued with the will to kill and capable of expanding its cutting force infinitely according to its target's Cursed Energy, simply appeared out of nowhere in front of Chen Tian's brow—"Hachi"!
Space seemed to be devoured by the pure concept of "slashing"! The icy touch of death pierced straight to the bone!
Sukuna's grin stretched almost to his ears. His crimson eyes locked onto Chen Tian, eagerly awaiting the sight of his opponent being pierced and torn apart by this ultimate slash, one that surpassed "Lataib"!
This was the King of Curses' absolute mastery of the art of slashing!
A soft ring, faint as a bead of ice falling onto a jade plate.
Chen Tian's right thumb, resting on the hilt, flicked upward with the barest hint of effort.
The ancient guard gave a faint mechanical click.
The ice-bright blade of the Enma Sword slid only... an inch out of its sheath.
An indescribable razor-sharp line, as if it could cut even light, appeared out of thin air before the inch of exposed blade!
No gleam, no trajectory—only the subtle distortion of space itself being silently sliced open.
A faint, crisp sound, like an exceedingly thin thread snapping.
Sukuna's pitch-black "Hachi," powerful enough to slay a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, struck an invisible barrier like a black bubble. The instant it touched that razor-sharp line, it froze, shattered, and vanished! It didn't even stir a ripple!
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"...Huh?" The wild grin and eager anticipation on Sukuna's face stiffened. His crimson pupils shrank to pinpoints, clearly reflecting the sight of "Hachi" silently disappearing.
It wasn't fear. It was the ecstatic rush of facing a worthy opponent, shattering all reason as his understanding was utterly overturned!
"He stopped it?!" A distorted, nearly cracking roar came from Sukuna's throat, then was swallowed by a surge of wild delight. "Hahahaha!! Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! You bastard! You really are... different!!!"
He abruptly spread his arms, as if embracing the whole doomed world! The cursed markings twisted across his face, writhing madly with his excitement!
"To thank you for making this so much fun for me!!!" Sukuna's voice rose to its peak, filled with inhuman fervor and twisted "courtesy." "Now—let me give you a warm welcome!!!"
Cursed Energy more violent than anything before erupted from his body like a flood unleashed to destroy the world! The air groaned, and the rubble beneath his feet instantly crumbled to dust!
"Domain Expansion—"
Sukuna's hands abruptly locked into place! The fingers of his right hand interlaced, while his left index finger bent, his ring and little fingers extended together, and his thumb pressed tightly against his palm!
A seemingly simple Enma Heaven hand sign formed in an instant!
"—Fukuma Mizushi!!!"
RUMBLE!!!!!!!
The flood of Cursed Energy erupted outward from Sukuna!
Everything in view—the collapsing skyscrapers, burning streets, billowing clouds of dust, and bleak moonlight—was instantly painted over, smothered, and consumed by a viscous, oppressive dark red, steeped in endless bloodshed and blasphemy!
Space was forcibly severed and replaced!!
A scene of evil descended!
Beneath their feet lay a filthy sea of churning, viscous blood, so deep its bottom could not be seen! The heavy stench of blood was almost tangible, suffocating.
Behind Sukuna, an enormous, bone-white shrine rose from the filthy sea, blotting out the sky! Its entrance gaped like the open mouth of a monster!
The gaping maw was like the entrance to an abyss, seeming ready to swallow the tiny being dragged into this blasphemous domain—Chen Tian—whole!
Murderous! Deadly silent! An invisible tide of wailing from countless millions of souls washed over their spirits!
Within this absolute space, ruled by the King of Curses' will, he wrote every law!
Slashes would become omnipresent proclamations of death!
Sukuna stood above the sea of blood, beneath the skeletal shrine.
He looked at Chen Tian, whose figure seemed tiny against the blood-lit sea. His smile twisted to its limits, radiating both "generosity" as if granting a gift and a fervor that would destroy everything:
"Enjoy this feast to the fullest!!!"
Chen Tian finally responded to Sukuna, but his cool tone was enough to infuriate anyone who heard it.
He drew his right foot back half a step and lowered his body slightly. His left thumb nudged the sword guard, while his right hand loosely gripped the hilt—the purest iaido stance.
"Come on! Show me what you've got!" Sukuna laughed wildly, and the entire domain boiled over!
Countless "Lataib" and "Hachi" slashes erupted at once!
From every direction, above and below, left and right—deadly slashes burst from every inch of space! The sea of blood churned, countless ghostly hands reached out from the skeletal shrine, and the entire domain became a slaughterhouse of hell!
The Enma Sword slid three inches from its sheath.
In an instant, countless blue-white blades of light blossomed throughout the domain! Each one intercepted a slash with perfect precision, and the space was carved with web-like cracks!
"Dimension Slash: Absolute."
At the soft murmur, Chen Tian's figure blurred for a moment.
Sukuna's pupils abruptly contracted.
He saw it—his domain split in two down the middle by a blue-white blade mark that cut from heaven to earth!
The sea of blood split cleanly apart! A smooth cross-section appeared in the skeletal shrine! Countless slashes vanished silently in midair!
"Impossible..." A crack appeared in Sukuna's smile.
His domain—Fukuma Mizushi—was collapsing!
Chen Tian sheathed his sword with a crisp click.
The entire domain began to shatter like a broken mirror!
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Crack... crack!
The crisp sound of breaking glass rang out in the absolute silence, painfully clear.
Sukuna stood frozen, his crimson pupils fixed on the center of his vision—the blue-white blade mark that had pierced his entire domain, cleaving the filthy sea of blood and skeletal shrine neatly in two. Its edges were smooth as a mirror, still bearing the cold, pure will to cut, utterly repudiating the "Fukuma Mizushi" he had prided himself on!
"How is this possible..." Sukuna's cracked lips moved, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping against stone. "How is this possible?!"
The domain's presence rapidly receded like the tide.
The viscous sea of blood, the grim shrine, the wailing phantoms of the dead... Everything that embodied the King of Curses' absolute authority twisted violently and blurred, like a shoddy canvas soaked with water, its colors crumbling and peeling away!
The scene before him lurched!
The acrid smell of concrete dust rushed into his nostrils, replacing the overpowering stench of blood.
The dark red domain vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
The ruins of Shibuya reappeared beneath the bleak moonlight.
But what lay before them was no longer a battlefield littered with broken walls and rubble.
Within a radius of two hundred meters, centered on where Sukuna stood, stretched a vast plain!
No rebar, no concrete, no twisted cars or charred storefronts.
Only an endless, gray-white surface, smooth as a mirror, as if it had been meticulously ground down by the finest millstone!
Flat! Silent! As if every object in the area that had risen above the ground had been completely erased by the domain's earth-shattering slashes, without leaving so much as a bump!
Sukuna stood at the very center of this sudden, silent plain.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the handiwork beneath his feet, as if a god had leveled the earth. This should have been the mark left by the countless slashes ravaging his domain. Now it had become a humiliating testament to his opponent's single-slash destruction of it!
This plain was proof that his domain had once existed, and more than that, irrefutable evidence that his slashes had been utterly crushed!
The wind stirred fine dust, swirling it past his feet with a faint, mournful whine.
Chen Tian stood quietly several dozen meters away.
His eyelids drooped as he looked at Sukuna, frozen in place, and gave an almost imperceptible sigh.
The sigh was soft, yet pierced more deeply than any mockery.
"...You're too boring as you are now." Chen Tian's voice was utterly flat, as if stating the obvious. "Sukuna, go and regain your full power."
His words echoed clearly across the silent plain.
Sukuna's body jolted!
Slowly, stiffly, he raised his head. The signature expression on his face—a mix of arrogance, savagery, and sheer dominance—had disappeared, replaced by a weighty stillness.
The pure urge to destroy had faded from the depths of his crimson eyes. In its place churned a violent clash of humiliation, shock, and... a cold, burning fighting spirit forced alight!
He stared at Chen Tian, as if he meant to carve into the depths of his soul the image of the man who had so casually shattered his thousand-year pride.
The air seemed to freeze for several seconds.
"...Fine."
A single word rolled from Sukuna's throat. Dry and hoarse, yet heavy as a thousand jun.
There was no wild laughter, no roar.
That one word marked the blaze of battle that had been kindled within the King of Curses. It also marked an unprecedented... acknowledgment.
After hearing Sukuna's reply, Chen Tian gave a slight nod, then raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
23:04. There was still plenty of time.
Chen Tian's thoughts wandered. Is there anything else interesting around here? Oh, Mahoraga and Mahito. Mahito especially—he was the one who directly took two of Jujutsu Kaisen's most popular characters out of the story.
At the thought, Chen Tian sighed again. Whether it was Mahoraga or Mahito, they would probably meet the same end: being cut into pieces by Dimension Slash.
After I take care of those two, I'll head home. I wonder if Xiao Meng's asleep yet. With that thought, Chen Tian looked at Sukuna again.
Sukuna was still staring fixedly at Chen Tian.
Chen Tian smiled faintly and said to him, "Until next time, Sukuna. I hope you'll give me more to look forward to then."
With that, the energy around Chen Tian shifted and space warped. His figure seemed to be drawn into endless darkness, vanishing in the blink of an eye and leaving Sukuna standing alone in the middle of the silent plain.
Sukuna's expression was impossible to read. After a long while, he muttered, "Next time... I'll make sure you learn just how terrifying I truly am."
With that, he vanished in a flash, leaving only the howling wind among the ruins, as if it were telling the tale of the earth-shaking battle that had just taken place.
Shibuya, another battlefield.
"Furube, Yura Yura."
Fushiguro Megumi knelt on the cold ground. Warm, viscous liquid poured from the wound at his waist, but he couldn't feel any pain. Each syllable carried the weight of a final resolve, echoing through the silent street.
BZZZ—!!!
The shadow behind Fushiguro Megumi abruptly swelled and churned, as if a gate to the abyss had opened!
A vast, chaotic force of Cursed Energy, filled with raw destructive urge, descended without warning! The air was instantly sucked away, and tiny stones on the ground bounced violently like seeds in a sieve!
The savage grin on Choso's face froze, replaced by indescribable shock and terror!
The sheer density of that Cursed Energy was like a solid mountain bearing down on him, making every bone in his body groan!
"Wait—!!!" All he managed was a warped syllable, distorted by sheer terror.
A colossal figure slowly rose from the shadow.
It had a tall, humanoid silhouette, but its body was covered in rough, gray-white skin like rock. A single-handed sword was attached to its right forearm, and its face had no eyes, nose, or ears.
Two pairs of wing-like horns extended from where its eyes should have been, reaching toward the back of its head. It had no lips, exposing its bright red gums and teeth.
An object resembling a ship's wheel floated above its head. It gave a faint "ding" now and then as it shifted.
This muscular monster, standing over three meters tall, was the most powerful shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique of the Zenyen Family!
Eight Handle Sword Otherworld General—Mahoraga!
Fushiguro Megumi raised his head, a proud curve tugging at his pale face as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Choso, whose soul had nearly fled his body, and spoke with the derision of a martyr:
"I'm going to die first. Do your best."
The instant the words fell!
A massive arm, trailing a terrifying shriek that tore through the air, plunged like a falling meteor toward the tiny Fushiguro Megumi below!
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