Requesting the Defeat CG

Upon hearing this, Jinmi Fushiguro paused slightly, her hand holding the groceries bag pausing, a hint of anticipation appearing in her eyes.

She looked Akuta up and down, reassessing the person in front of her.

"Double the reward?" she repeated. "Do you know what kind of reward they're offering over there?"

"I don't know," Akuta answered honestly, "But it doesn't matter. Just tell me, what if I can give it to you?"

"Just in case?"

Jinmi Fushiguro scoffed, the expectation in her eyes vanishing instantly.

She slowly placed the bag of vegetables in her hand on the ground beside her feet, the plastic bag making a soft rustling sound as it rubbed against the ground.

She then straightened up, her previous wifely demeanor quickly vanishing, replaced by a cold, indifferent look in her eyes.

"You have no idea what they gave me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and opened her mouth wide.

With a vomiting sound, Akuta saw a worm-like Cursed Spirit slowly wriggling out of her throat.

This is none other than the Cursed Spirit with storage capabilities in Jinmi Fushiguro's hands, Ugly Treasure!

The baby's movements were very slow, with a piece of it still stuck in its mouth.

As it continues to appear, strands of viscous saliva are drawn out into thin silver threads, stretching into a translucent water line in mid-air.

Akuta frowned slightly. He had personally witnessed Jinmi Fushiguro her head back, and a noticeable bulge appeared in her throat, which was quite unpleasant to look at.

The moment Chou Bao emerged completely from Jinmi Fushiguro's mouth, his body suddenly swelled and stretched, rapidly expanding to one or two times its original size.

Its supple body coiled around Jinmi Fushiguro neck, like a tight, movable collar.

Jinmi Fushiguro wiped her mouth with her left hand, while her right hand reached into the weapon that Ugly Treasure had spat out.

With a forceful pull, she steadily drew out a long, dark-colored blade—the Soul-Devouring Blade.

The blade hung down, its tip lightly touching the ground, leaving a thin scratch on the stone.

She looked up at Akuta standing at the alley entrance, her face full of indifference.

Just as the battle was about to begin, Akuta suddenly raised his hand.

He looked at the drool at the corner of Jinmi Fushiguro's mouth, licked his lips, frowned, and asked:

"Um... I'm a little curious, didn't your throat feel uncomfortable when you spat out the Cursed Spirit?"

As he spoke, Akuta made a swallowing gesture in front of his mouth.

Jinmi Fushiguro fell silent instantly, her previously rising aura seemingly softening slightly.

Now?

Is it really appropriate to ask this kind of question at this time?

After a moment, she slowly spoke.

You'll get used to it.

Akuta seemed to speak instinctively.

"Madam, do you often swallow or vomit something? You're so typical of you!"

I definitely couldn't get used to something so long going down my throat.

Jinmi Fushiguro fell silent.

She stared at Akuta's expression, then suddenly spoke.

Are you thinking about something very rude?

No, no! Absolutely not!

Akuta shook his head vigorously, chuckling dryly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. What's so rude about it? Hahahaha."

Jinmi Fushiguro's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the Soul-Devouring Blade, her eyes devoid of any smile, her gaze fixed intently on the Akuta before her.

You'd better really not have it.

The moment she finished speaking, Jinmi Fushiguro stomped her foot on the ground.

The pebbles in the alley bounced up from her step, and her figure was like a dark shadow that swept across the ground.

Without any extra fluctuations of Cursed Energy or any starting stance, it was purely the explosive speed of the physical body that brought it to the edge of the Akuta in an instant.

The Soul-Devouring Blade slashed horizontally, its blade wind tearing through the air, heading straight for the Akuta's kidney.

Her knife strikes were swift and ruthless, a stark contrast to her gentle demeanor as she carried the groceries.

"What a fast knife!"

As Akuta's exclamation faded, a flash of light appeared, cleaving Akuta in two at the waist!

When his upper body flew out, he still had a look of amazement on his face, as if he hadn't even realized what had happened.

Driven by inertia, Jinmi Fushiguro sprinted behind Akuta.

She hadn't expected the battle to go so smoothly, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"That's all you've got. You dare to bark and howl in front of me with this level of skill!"

As usual, Jinmi Fushiguro flicked her sword, trying to shake off the blood.

But as she swung it, she suddenly realized that the knife felt a little off.

She was all too familiar with the sensation of the Soul-Devouring Blade slicing through a human body.

That subtle resistance you feel when a blade cuts through flesh and bone—this time, there was none of it!

The blade grazed past lightly, as if it had sliced through a wisp of air.

She quickly looked at the knife and discovered that there wasn't a trace of blood on it.

At that moment, the sound of Akuta came from behind Fushiguro.

"Mrs. Fushiguro, what are you looking for? I'll help you find it."

Fushiguro turned around abruptly, only to discover that the Akuta she had supposedly cut in half was actually still alive.

The two severed bodies hung in mid-air, with not a drop of blood at the cut at the waist.

Instead, a surging mass of blue-white plasma appeared, flowing slowly along the edge of the cross-section like some kind of living liquid metal, sealing the section completely.

The next moment, tiny arcs of electricity crackled from the two body segments, pulling them back together.

"You..."

Jinmi Fushiguro's pupils contracted sharply, and she subconsciously took half a step back.

The upper and lower halves of the Akuta reconnected, and the plasma exploded with a "sizzle" at the joint, sending sparks flying. The sword landed back on the ground unharmed.

He looked down to check his waist, patted the scorch marks on his clothes from the plasma, and looked distressed.

"I just bought this dress, you really went too far!"

Jinmi Fushiguro tightened her grip on the Soul-Devouring Blade, her gaze fixed intently on his waist.

She saw the knife cut through with her own eyes; the feel of it didn't lie. Yet, the person in front of her not only wasn't dead, but didn't even have a wound.

"What kind of Cursed Technique is that?!"

"Haha, it's just a very ordinary Cursed Technique."

Akuta waved his hand dismissively.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that he's not as humble as he appears on the surface.

Akuta looked up at Jinmi Fushiguro, a casual smile playing on his lips.

"Now that you've finished, it's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, tiny blue-white arcs of electricity began to crawl up his forearm, their soft crackling echoing through the narrow alley.

Jinmi Fushiguro's expression hardened, and she immediately gripped the Soul-Devouring Blade tightly.

The ugly creature wriggled slightly around her neck, ready to pull out new Cursed Tool from its storage space at any moment.

She gave a low shout, stepped forward again, and slashed diagonally with her longsword, the sharp blade shadow aimed straight at Akuta's face.

Just as the blade was about to touch him, Akuta transformed into a faint streak of lightning, gliding lightly to the side, his blade striking the bricks of the alley wall directly.

"Too slow!"

The sound of the Akuta rang out from beside her. Jinmi Fushiguro spun around and swept her sword back, but only managed to cut a dissipating afterimage of lightning.

"You're slow to react, your steps are unsteady, and not a single movement you make is proper!"