Lu Ping looked at the black-robed old man in mid-air who had casually caught his arrow, and a thought struck him.
Could the ability to forcibly control and use Cursed Spirit be due to Suguru Geto's [Cursed Spirit Manipulation], a skill considered extremely rare even in a millennium?
I am Shikigami user of the Ten Shadows School, and I would never mistake myself for someone else.
The creature beneath the opponent's feet is Cursed Spirit, not Shikigami.
Furthermore, his recent self-designation as "the Ten Shadows of this generation" raises the question: does this mean he has met previous generations of Ten Shadows Sorcerer?
If it really is a monster that has lived for countless years, then it might be a bit tricky.
Wait, something doesn't seem right.
Lu Ping squinted slightly, his gaze meeting the midday sun and piercing through the hole in the dome.
At the ankles of the Birdman Curse Spirit with its wings spread, there was a faint, invisible Binding Vow.
Its attitude toward the old man was less one of submission and more one of being forcibly restricted in its range of movement, forced to remain stationary.
At that very moment, the Three Corpses within his body keenly sensed the subtle fluctuations in the opponent's Cursed Energy.
The Cursed Energy within the black-robed elder visibly dropped a small section the instant the door closed.
This change proves that the opponent's Cursed Technique for opening and closing doors is not a costless defensive measure at all; each opening requires a certain price, and the consumption of Cursed Energy is not small.
No, then what are you pretending for here?
Lu Ping's eyes turned cold as he once again activated the Cursed Energy within his body.
If he had the backing of the Three Corpses' continuous flow of negative emotions, he could fire hundreds or even thousands more arrows with his eyes closed, just like the one he just fired.
The opponent thought they were about to unleash their ultimate move, but it was just a basic attack.
Seemingly sensing the terrifying pressure of the Cursed Energy power gathering below like a tsunami, the black-robed elder no longer acted arrogantly.
He simply turned his clasped hands inward.
In mid-air, a pitch-black wooden door appeared out of thin air, like a giant maw that instantly swallowed the old man and the Birdman Curse Spirit into it.
The next second, ripples appeared in the space, and a pure white Japanese-style sliding door suddenly opened twenty meters in front of Lu Ping.
The withered old man slowly stepped out, but the Cursed Spirit that had been his mount was nowhere to be found.
At the same time, the environment surrounding the theater began to distort violently.
Mitarai Shizuru has finally completed the operation.
He pulled out all the transparent threads scattered in various corners of Akihabara and gathered them all on the dilapidated exterior walls and dome of the theater.
These high-density Cursed Energy constructs intertwined and woven together, forming an absolutely sealed isolation barrier.
Within this isolated space, the rules of physics are completely altered.
As his aura surged, he openly revealed information about his Cursed Technique, using it as Binding Vow to maximize the barrier's effect.
"My [Binding Spirit Lock] Cursed Technique has very poor compatibility with Barrier Technique, so it's highly likely I'll never be able to unleash a true domain in this lifetime." Mitarai Shizuru sighed, but his tone carried a morbid fanaticism. "To make up for this regret, in addition to those large-scale human experiments, I used the flesh and blood and meridians of countless living materials to reverse-engineer the construction method of human body barriers."
"This is the [Mimic Domain], which is Limitless close to the complete domain!"
Within this temporary realm built from flesh and blood experience, the Cursed Technique's unique "guaranteed hit" effect is also present!
However, this guaranteed hit does not target the enemy, but rather affects the caster himself.
Countless silvery-white threads cascaded out like a waterfall from the cracks in the ceiling, walls, and even the floor.
They were precisely wrapped around Mitarai Shizuru's body, layer upon layer, hardening, and finally transforming into a shimmering silver heavy full-body armor and a broad knight's greatsword.
Judging solely from the density of Cursed Energy, each piece of equipment in this set is no less valuable than an officially rated first-class rare magical Cursed Tool.
"This is my ultimate move - Silver Knight."
"Rejoice! You're the first person to see it!"
Mitarai Shizuru confidently gripped the hilt of his sword, his heavy metal boots clattering on the wooden floor.
He strode in from the side, blocking Lu Ping's escape route on the left.
Behind them, even Miwa Seigen.
Lu Ping's casual arrow just now blasted away most of the defective products he had painstakingly accumulated.
At this moment, he could only forcefully activate the last three fully formed "[Artificial Shikigami]" that he had painstakingly nurtured.
Three Artificial Shikigami walked out from behind and stood next to Miwa Seigen.
The man who lost all his Shikigami in the Hoshimi Shrine incident had bloodshot eyes. He was the closest to the shrine and his killing intent was the most ferocious. He brought three Shikigami with him and pounced on the enemy from behind.
At this moment, there was a strange old man in front, a Silver Knight to the side, and a Shikigami behind.
The three formed a perfect pincer movement, firmly surrounding Lu Ping within this iron triangle.
Facing the combined attack of three combatants at level one or above, Lu Ping remained calm and even smiled.
He flipped his hand, and the bull-horn longbow vanished into the shadows.
If you want to fight up close, then fight!
Boom!!
Lu Ping stomped down with his right foot, and a tremendous force spread outwards in all directions from him.
In an instant, the wooden floor covered with silver threads cracked inch by inch, and wood chips mixed with gravel shot into the sky, revealing the thick red carpet that was originally laid on the ground floor of the theater.
The entire earth shook violently, as if a small earthquake had suddenly erupted.
He shot out like a cannonball, his eyes flashing with excitement, heading straight for Miwa Seigen behind him!
Standing in the center of the three Shikigami, Miwa Seigen stepped back and bowed, his palms clasped together, his body flowing with Cursed Energy, and his muscles and fascia constantly emitted muffled sounds like bowstrings, gathering a large amount of Cursed Energy on his palms.
He stared at Lu Ping, who was hurtling towards him, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
It was because of this arrogant Ten Shadows Sorcerer that he lost three precious Shikigami!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
In the center of the theater, two figures collided violently.
Lu Ping's fists moved like the wind, striking Miwa Seigen's arms as he held his head in defense.
The continuous, heavy impacts, like muffled thunder, echoed back and forth in the empty theater, resembling the beating of war drums.
"Drink it!!"
Miwa Seigen was forced to retreat repeatedly, his anger rising.
Although he was a Shikigami user, he believed he had never neglected physical training.
Especially after the destruction of the three Shikigami, all he could rely on was pure Cursed Energy, so he devoted all his energy to the research of close-quarters combat.
But at this very moment, he was actually being suppressed by a mere kid he had recently completely overpowered?
With a roar, Miwa Seigen activated his Cursed Technique.
Forcibly transferring the superhuman physical abilities of the three Artificial Shikigami around him onto himself is one of the advanced techniques for "Incomplete Shikigami Manifestation."
He gathered eighty percent of his Cursed Energy into one palm and slammed it hard into Lu Ping's temple.
If this palm strike lands squarely, it could instantly split the opponent's head open.
"Good timing!"
Lu Ping felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration as his Cursed Energy surged throughout his body, allowing him to unleash it without restraint.
The veins on his arms bulged, his robes billowed, and even his hair stood on end as the Cursed Energy surged forth.
A powerful punch, imbued with Cursed Energy, was thrown, meeting the attack head-on.
Bang!
Another deafening thud.
The moment their fists and palms collided, a violent shockwave erupted from the two of them, instantly blowing away half of the seats in the surrounding audience area.
The enormous reaction force sent both of them back more than ten steps.
However, they weren't the only two people in the venue.
Lu Ping's backward trajectory happened to collide with the path planned by the silver-white armor.
Mitarai Shizuru's expression was cold and stern, as if he were looking at a dead man.
He raised the silver-white knight's greatsword woven from silk threads high and brought it down on Lu Ping's unsuspecting back!