Death Battle

Boom!

The heavy impact thundered through the enclosed station.

Shiyue Shuo felt as if he had been run over by a truck tire. A bone spike pierced his shoulder, and a massive fist shattered his ribs.

Yet he remained standing.

After using the Dog Talisman last time, Shiyue Shuo had clearly realized his weakness. Before heading to Shibuya this time, while the Horse Talisman was active, he had Jujutsu High place bindings in his mind to protect his brain and ensure he could still move normally.

Within his mental realm, the talisman engraved with the Spirit Dog pattern spun madly. The dark golden light it emitted flowed through his veins and forcibly held his battered body together.

"Get lost!"

Shiyue Shuo let out a low roar. He swung the tachi in his right hand, forcibly carving a bloody path through the narrow encirclement. Every slash tore open his own wounds, spilling blood, but he did not care.

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Meanwhile, on B5 of Shibuya Station.

Satoru Gojo arrived as scheduled.

Even through several floors and the dense interference of cursed energy, Gojo still caught that peculiar presence above.

"Oh? That kid..." Gojo's lips curled slightly beneath his blindfold. "He's really giving it everything."

He turned to look at Jogo, Hanami, and Mahito standing in his way.

"Since my student is working so hard, I should show some sincerity too."

Gojo raised a hand, curling his fingers slightly. In that instant, the air on B5 seemed to be sucked dry. The overwhelming pressure made all three Special Grade cursed spirits feel immense strain.

On B1 of Shibuya Station, the battle had reached its climax.

Shiyue Shuo's hoodie had been completely dyed dark red. The ground beneath his feet was covered in blood—black blood from Transfigured Humans, but even more of it was his own red blood.

Haruta Shigemo hid behind the mass of Transfigured Humans, the tattoos on his face almost completely gone. He had never fought such a suffocating battle. His opponent did not defend at all; with every exchange of injuries, he had to expend precious Miracles to stay alive.

"Hah... hah..." Shiyue Shuo leaned on his blade, gasping heavily.

Though he could not die, the pain and exhaustion were real.

Kokichi Muta's voice came through the communicator Mechamaru had provided. Though distorted by static, it carried an unprecedented gravity.

"Shiyue, Gojo-sensei has already engaged Jogo and the others on B5. Kenjaku should be hiding somewhere in the shadows. The Prison Realm could appear at any moment."

Shiyue Shuo wiped the blood running into his eyes and fixed his dark golden gaze on Haruta Shigemo, who was preparing to flee.

"I'll finish things here soon."

He slowly straightened his back. His broken ribs grated together with a teeth-aching sound.

"Your 'Miracles' are used up, aren't they?" Shiyue Shuo's voice was hoarse. At that moment, he looked more like a malformed cursed spirit.

"Die! Die! Just die!" Haruta Shigemo descended into hysterical madness, swinging his longsword in a final desperate struggle.

Yet Shiyue Shuo did not even dodge. He allowed the longsword to stab into his shoulder once more, then caught Haruta Shigemo's wrist with his left hand.

"Got you."

A chilling killing intent erupted from his dark golden eyes. Shiyue Shuo held the tachi in a reverse grip with his right hand. There was no flashy technique—he simply relied on the weight of the cursed tool itself and savagely dragged it across Haruta Shigemo's neck.

Splurt!

A fountain of blood erupted. Haruta Shigemo's terrified face spun through Shiyue Shuo's vision. Until his death, he could not understand why a monster like this existed in a world where cursed energy determined everything.

[Haruta Shigemo, confirmed dead.]

Shiyue Shuo leaned on his tachi, gasping for breath. His consciousness was growing blurry from the agonizing pain, but the spinning Dog Talisman in his mental realm continued to sustain his bodily functions.

"Shuo, can you hear me?" Kokichi Muta's voice sounded from the communicator. "The battle on B5 has already reached its climax. Gojo-sensei has the upper hand, but a large number of ordinary people and Transfigured Humans suddenly appeared. They're seriously hindering him."

Shiyue Shuo knew this was how the cursed spirits intended to restrict Satoru Gojo. But because of the special Curtain on B5, no one else could directly support him. Even if they could, they would most likely only become an additional burden to Gojo.

"I already told him in advance that Kenjaku would be wearing Suguru Geto's skin. There's nothing more I can do for him. We'll leave it to fate."

Shiyue Shuo wiped away the blood obstructing his vision and looked toward the entrance leading underground. "How is Nanami-sensei doing?"

"He encountered a large-scale assault by Transfigured Humans on B2. Civilian evacuation has been obstructed." Mechamaru quickly reported the coordinates. "The nearest support point to you is by the escalators to the southwest."

"I'm going to help him." Shiyue Shuo straightened his body once more.

His entire body was in ruins, like a Gundam pieced together from chunks of flesh and blood. Yet bizarrely, those pieces remained connected, forming a human body.

Shiyue Shuo casually picked up a coat from the ground and tied it around his waist. Against the surging storm of cursed energy, he dragged his tachi and walked step by step deeper underground.

On B5 of Shibuya Station, at the Fukutoshin Line platform.

Because he had learned of the cursed spirits' plan in advance, Satoru Gojo had eliminated every Transfigured Human the moment they appeared.

The air here had become viscous from collisions of high-density cursed energy. Gojo's figure flickered in and out amid Jogo and Hanami's assault, each step accompanied by tremors in the void.

Though the area was packed with ordinary people, it did nothing to slow the strongest sorcerer.

"Seriously, I was mentally prepared for this, but seeing it with my own eyes is still pretty irritating." Gojo casually punched apart a low-grade cursed spirit trying to approach.

He suddenly accelerated, crossing dozens of meters in a tenth of a second. His five fingers clamped tightly around Hanami's head. In that instant, Infinite pressure directly destroyed the field surrounding Hanami, and its scream echoed across the platform.

Boom!

Hanami's massive body was violently slammed into the wall. Gojo gave it no chance to catch its breath, concentrating cursed energy at his fingertips as he prepared to exorcise the cursed spirit before him.

However, just as he was about to finish Hanami, an abrupt change occurred.

Countless strange red runes suddenly lit up in the shadows around the platform. The ordinary people scattered throughout the area began to swell violently, cursed energy exploding from within their bodies.

"These are... Incarnated Bodies?" Gojo frowned slightly and teleported into the air.

These were not ordinary Transfigured Humans, but Kenjaku's test subjects—ordinary people forcibly infused with the lingering souls of ancient sorcerers. At that moment, the Incarnated Bodies all self-destructed. The resulting wave of cursed energy could not harm Gojo, but for those few fractions of a second, it obscured the perception of the Six Eyes.

The instant that mist of cursed energy rose, a familiar yet unfamiliar presence emerged behind Gojo.

"Satoru, it's been a long time."

The voice was like a needle, precisely piercing through every layer of Gojo's mental defenses. Even though Shiyue Shuo had already told him that Kenjaku was wearing Suguru Geto's skin, when that familiar body and that distinctive fluctuation of cursed energy truly appeared before him, memories of his youth still surged into his mind like a tide.

"Prison Realm, open."

A strange cube covered in eyeballs appeared beneath Gojo's feet.

"Even the strongest cannot escape their memories."

Kenjaku, wearing Suguru Geto's body, had a nauseating smile on his face.

Gojo's body was instantly bound tightly by countless black gelatinous tentacles. He tried to mobilize his cursed energy, only to find that his body seemed to have sunk into a bottomless swamp.

"So this is your trump card?" Gojo stared at the "Suguru Geto" before him, his gaze gradually regaining its calmness and even taking on a hint of mockery. "Wearing a dead man's skin to reminisce here... that's a truly disgusting hobby."

"Say whatever you like. As long as I can seal you, any price is worth paying." Kenjaku smiled as he watched the Prison Realm slowly close.

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