Settlement

However, ginger is ultimately hotter when old.

The reason Miwa Seigen chose to let the scorpion shikigami Hooktail tightly embrace his physical body after fleeing underground was to guard against Satoru Gojo's near-insoluble long-distance spatial bombardment.

As long as a shikigami blocked his back, he could linger a bit longer.

Now that the scorpion shikigami was captured mid-air by Rainbow Dragon and fell into a desperate situation surrounded by two monsters, a fierce look of a cornered beast flashed in the veteran curse user's eyes.

He clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and directly and actively cut the contract between himself and the assassination-type shikigami that he had spent several years cultivating with all his heart!

"Blow up for me, ahhhhh!!"

Accompanied by his near-self-mutilating roar, the body of Hooktail, tightly grasped by the dragon claws, expanded instantly, and the massive resentment and cursed energy accumulated inside were completely ignited at this moment.

"Rumble!!"

Another terrifying, near-special-grade threshold, massive explosion blasted in mid-air.

The violent fire illuminated the night sky as bright as day, and the intense shock wave raged into materialized air ripples.

Miwa Seigen was gambling, betting that Suguru Geto would withdraw his hand to protect himself.

His judgment was very accurate. Facing this sudden zero-distance self-detonation, Suguru Geto frowned slightly and had to control Rainbow Dragon to retract its massive body layer by layer, turning it into an indestructible scaly shield to protect himself, thus being temporarily unable to spare a hand to pursue.

In the rolling black smoke, Rainbow Dragon's extremely hard skin only flashed a layer of scorch under the baptism of the explosion, and not even a scale had fallen off.

Suguru Geto stood unscathed on the dragon's head, only looking at Miwa Seigen, who was flying into the distance like a kite with a broken string due to the reaction force of the explosion, and sighed helplessly. What a decisive tail-docking survival.

On the street below, Satoru Gojo had also completed the fine-tuning of Limitless.

He breathed a sigh of relief and clicked his tongue with some annoyance. Toxic gas is really troublesome. After going back, we must develop the function of "automatic screening and filtering of toxic substances"; adjusting it manually every day is too stupid.

Looking at the still-thick blue toxic fog around him, Satoru Gojo raised his index and middle fingers together, pointing toward the sky extremely casually.

Cursed Technique Reversal—[Blue].

A miniature blue singularity suddenly formed above his fingertips.

In an instant, a terrifying miniature storm formed in the narrow alley, producing an irresistible and massive suction force.

In just the blink of an eye, the sky-full deep blue toxic fog screen was forcibly gathered by this absolute gravitational force, compressed into a sphere, and then, like a reverse waterfall, was sent straight hundreds of meters into the high sky to be completely annihilated.

"Swish!"

The jellyfish shikigami Sea Moon, hidden in the fog, followed its master's death command. The moment Satoru Gojo broke free, it waved twelve tentacles and launched a suicidal pounce, attempting to self-detonate to buy time.

However, Satoru Gojo didn't even look at it.

"Boom!"

The jellyfish shikigami collided with the "infinite distance" constructed by Limitless, erupting with intense toxic fire and roaring, but that violent energy couldn't even blow a single silver hair of Satoru Gojo before it was eliminated into nothingness in front of the absolute spatial barrier.

...Monsters. These Jujutsu High students are all fucking monsters!!

On the old roof in the distance, Miwa Seigen covered his bleeding chest, witnessing with his own eyes how his two proudest suicidal counterattacks—launched even at the cost of sacrificing their lives—were casually received like swatting flies by those two Jujutsu High second-year kids.

His plan was completely shattered at this moment.

He was also a grade 1 sorcerer famous in the black market; which of the missions he usually took didn't involve mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

Yet why... why was he, also grade 1, separated by a chasm-like gulf in front of these two sixteen-or-seventeen-year-old youths?!

This huge gap in strength made him unable to raise even a shred of the heart to resist.

He would rather face the thousand-mile pursuit of the Zenin Clan's terrifying elite force Hei or the Pan Star Religious Group's accountability right now than face these two "strongest combination" destined to overturn the era on the frontal battlefield!

Miwa Seigen's complexion was as pale as paper. Due to the intense physical pain and mental backlash, black foul blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth.

He trembled, and from the most secret lining pocket in his bosom, he fished out a small, refined steel bottle reinforced with a special cursed technique, and laughed.

"I never said there were only three shikigami!"

Inside, a strange insect exuding a metallic emerald green luster all over its body lay quietly.

That was the trump card shikigami he had spent a full ten years of hard work on, day and night warming it with his own cursed energy and blood, and worshiping it as his lifelong highest masterpiece—the special tiger beetle known as the Son of Wind.

This shikigami's regular ability on ordinary days was being able to take people for short-distance spatial blinking.

This kind of life-saving ability that exceeded the norm was his trump card in hand and the backing that allowed him to survive for so many years.

However, in front of Satoru Gojo, who possessed Six Eyes, and Suguru Geto, who commanded the Rainbow Dragon cursed spirit, spatial blinking of a mere few meters or dozens of meters was no different from walking in place.

To stay alive, he could only use that move.

Miwa Seigen's heart was bleeding; it was a piercing pain that almost completely excised half a lifetime's worth of wealth. He stared dead at the spiritual insect in the bottle, a flash of resoluteness and madness appearing in his eyes, and his five fingers exerted sudden force, crushing it raw!

Just like before when driving those three shikigami to self-detonate, at the cost of the life of the Son of Wind—establishing a desperate binding!

Buzz!!

Accompanied by that tiger beetle turning into sky-full emerald-green powder, an unspeakable spatial fluctuation burst out fiercely on the narrow roof.

Ultra-long-distance cross-space teleportation!

Wisps of emerald-green wild winds wrapped Miwa Seigen's dying body layer by layer like chains, and space began to present visible distortion and stretching to the naked eye at this moment.

"Not good, that guy is going to run!" Suguru Geto in the distance discovered something was wrong first, and immediately commanded Rainbow Dragon to dive down as a thunder-like stream of light.

Satoru Gojo's double pupils also reflected the trajectory of that complex spatial cursed technique, his right index finger raised again, and cold blue light began to gather.

However, the binding had already taken effect.

"Jujutsu High kids... you guys remember this for me..."

Miwa Seigen dropped a harsh word, and his entire person, wrapped in the emerald-green storm, was like being swallowed by a black hole. His figure instantly distorted, elongated, and then amidst a crisp spatial shattering sound... completely vanished.

On the other side, the turbid shadows began to vibrate violently, successively emerging from them two flushed human figures—precisely Lu Ping and Shoko Ieiri, who had held their breath to the limit in the shadow space.

Satoru Gojo's eyes lit up. He walked over quickly, taking the initiative to release the Limitless cursed technique surrounding his body, and gently patted both their shoulders.

"It's really great that you guys are okay."