That answer caught Sukuna somewhat by surprise.
As the King of Curses, no one had ever dared speak to him like that.
In the past, anyone who heard his name or saw him had been filled with awe and fear.
Because of that, Sukuna found Lin Mu's arrogant tone somewhat unfamiliar.
"You seem very confident in your strength?" Sukuna ran one hand back through his hair.
Bang, bang, bang—!!!
Invisible slashes shot out, instantly cutting the support pillars in the subway station into hundreds of pieces.
Their surfaces were smooth, like neatly sliced tofu.
Fortunately, the two girls had crouched low enough beforehand, and the invisible slashes swept over their heads.
They posed no threat to them.
The moment Jogo sensed the deadly danger, he immediately dodged to the side as well.
But he was still a little too slow compared to the slashes.
His left leg, which he failed to evade in time, was severed and turned into several cube-shaped chunks of flesh.
What a fast attack—I couldn't react at all!
What kind of cursed technique is this? Why doesn't it even have a starting motion?!
Still shaken, Jogo leaned against a nearby pillar in disarray as he repaired his left leg.
Though Sukuna had injured him, he did not dare make a sound.
He silently stared at the pillar Sukuna had attacked.
Those thick pillars had been cut cleanly into hundreds of tiny cubes.
The cut surfaces were exceedingly smooth, like specially crafted works of art.
Destroying a stone pillar was nothing; for Jogo, it was effortless.
Even for many Grade 1 or Grade 2 sorcerers, it would have been simple.
But cutting a stone pillar into such uniformly smooth little pieces placed extremely high demands on both the power and mastery of one's cursed technique!
"So this