"Forget it, you are too weak and there is no need to fight."
Gojo Satoru's words that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers made Kenma chuckle in his heart.
Looking at Gojo Satoru, the childish face showed a arrogant expression, and he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Still too young.
No matter how outstanding he is, in the final analysis, the current Gojo Satoru is just a child who has not grown up yet.
Reckless, conceited, arrogant...
Gojo Satoru has all the characteristics of half-grown children at this age.
The contempt in Kenma's words was unconcealed, which made Gojo Satoru particularly unhappy.
He took off his sunglasses, revealing the wanton look on his face.
"Why, you're not afraid of me, a high school student, are you?"
Geto Suguru on the side quickly pulled him. "Satoru, since Meimei is fine, don't provoke the other party. No matter what, the other party is a god after death."
"Ha, he said yes. I didn't remember you being so honest, Jay."
After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he looked at Kenma with a very arrogant attitude.
Meimei looked at such a confident white-haired boy, his eyes flashed with shock.
Gojo Satoru... You are so bold!
Before she had time to sigh, she saw the red-eyed Shinigami beside her with her hands on her waist.
Meimei can clearly see that this Shinigami has nothing on his waist.
"This posture... is drawing a sword!"
"What does he want to do? Attack?"
What are Shinigami's attacks and what are her weapons... Her abilities and attack methods are completely unknown to her... no, to current humans.
Now because of Gojo Satoru, this may be an opportunity to observe with your own eyes...
"Shisui, stop."
The moment Shisui started to move, Kenma immediately stopped him.
"This is a busy city. If your Spiritual Pressure breaks out, at least tens of thousands of people will die."
Even if the Gigai they are wearing now has a certain output limit of Spiritual Pressure, it can only produce 20% of the output.
But Shisui and Spiritual Pressure at this time have also been trained quite well. Even if it just bursts out, it will be a devastating disaster to the nearby creatures.
Kenma is not sure whether Shisui's control over Spiritual Pressure will affect other people.
He doesn't have much spare energy now and doesn't want to contain so many Lost Souls.
After hearing Kenma's order, Shisui paused and took back his hand on his waist.
"As you command, my lord."
Although he was angry at Gojo Satoru for offending his master, an order was an order, and Shisui would not disobey it.
Putting away the knife and standing behind Kenma, Shisui gave the white-haired boy a cold look.
Sensing Shisui's gaze, Gojo Satoru shrugged with a smile on his face.
But what Kenma said just now made his face look more interested.
"Tens of thousands of people will die? This is really a terrifying number. Uncle, are you saying this to intimidate me?"
Big, uncle?
Am I that old?
Kenma was stunned and subconsciously looked at the reflection on the glass by the window.
Although based on the actual number of years he has passed, his age is more than enough to do Gojo Satoru and Grandfather.
But in terms of self-feeling, Kenma feels that she is not that old yet, and her appearance is no more than that of an ordinary person in their mid-twenties or sixties.
You're not old enough to be called an uncle, right?
He picked up the coffee, took a sip, and then scanned the three Jujutsu Sorcerer in front of him, focusing on Gojo Satoru.
"In the end, you three are just mortals, and you are not worthy of my lying to deal with it."
"Although the Shinigami I am talking about also has the responsibility of taking in and guiding Lost Souls, in the final analysis it is just a job, the same profession as Jujutsu Sorcerer like you."
"Ho ho?"
Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows.
He really never thought that the other party would say that.
Although I don't know whether what the other person said is true or false, looking at the other person's demeanor, it doesn't look like he is lying.
After some evaluation in his mind, he already believed 80% to 90% of the truth.
Since it's not the god he imagined, does that mean... that living people like himself have the ability to harm or even defeat the opponent?
Especially the strongest person in the world like him.
For a time, the curiosity in my heart became even more intense, and I was eager to win or lose.
"If you still want to compete, I advise you to stop here."
Kenma saw through his thoughts at a glance and said softly, "Although I am not a god in the eyes of the world, there is a huge gap between me and you mortals in terms of strength. It is not an exaggeration to say that the difference is like clouds and mud. To you, I am a god, but there is not much difference."
"One moment you say Shinigami is a profession, and the next moment you say it has the power of a god, what do you mean, uncle?"
Gojo Satoru showed provocation and asked deliberately, "After saying so much, are you really scared?"
"I'm stating a fact."
Kenma's tone was extremely calm, as if he was describing a trivial matter.
"You are by no means my opponent. I am advising you to give up this adventurous idea and cherish your life."
"Wouldn't it be better to live a little longer?"
He put down the coffee in his hand, and the cup fell on the table with a crisp sound.
He was also a little impatient with being stalked and beaten by Gojo Satoru.
"I am not the kind of person who would pay attention to the strength when stepping on ants for fear of crushing them to death. I have never been good at delicate tasks such as being merciful."
"Since it's like--"
Gojo Satoru wanted to continue saying something, but before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed and his voice stopped abruptly.
The whole person seemed to have lost the support of his bones, and his body slowly fell to one side.
Those gem-like blue eyes spread in an instant, and suddenly lost their original brilliance.
Geto Suguru on the side had quick hands and quick eyes, and quickly picked up the fallen Gojo Satoru.
"Enlightenment!"
Looking at Gojo Satoru, whose eyes have turned white, he has obviously lost consciousness and fallen into a coma.
Geto Suguru looked in disbelief, his eyes widened, and he looked at Kenma in astonishment.
What just... happened?
He didn't see it at all.
What the other party did, what the attack method was, and even whether the other party made an attack and when it was done... He was not aware of any of this.
Gojo Satoru Just like that, without his knowing it, he didn't even have the strength to fight back, and was knocked down instantly!
But one thing is certain, Geto Suguru is sure that the other party definitely did something to him secretly.
"Enma, what did you do to him?"
"Calm down, Geto Suguru!"
Meimei on the side saw this change and was equally shocked.
Seeing that Geto Suguru was still sensible and did not do anything more offensive, she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and immediately got up and went over to check the safety of Gojo Satoru.
While looking at Gojo Satoru's physical condition, Meimei was shocked, but also felt a deep-seated fear.
This is Gojo Satoru!
That Gojo Family is a genius that is rare to see in hundreds of years!
Born with Six Eyes and mastering Infinity Technique, his personal power is enough to compete with the entire Curse World Gojo Satoru!
She looked at Kenma, who was still calm, and panic arose in her heart. She quickly looked away, not daring to do any more offense.
Like Geto Suguru, she saw nothing.
She didn't even know who the person who did it was.
We can only tell based on the conversation just now that it was most likely King Enma who made the move.
But even if it was Shinigami, it was really hard to imagine that Gojo Satoru could be defeated so easily.