The two jets of water attacking from both sides were easily smashed apart by his fists, turning into a shower of flowers.
The splashing water landed on the ground, reflecting the expressions of the two Grade 1 Curse User as if facing a formidable enemy.
Lu Ping patted the water droplets off the back of his hand and started walking.
He strolled leisurely toward Mitarai Shizuru, the weaker of the two.
The barrier of "Mimic Domain" woven from the surrounding threads of Cursed Energy subtly shifted.
Lu Ping could sense that this space not only suppressed some of the power of the Jujutsu, but also created a gap in the connection between the three households that were devouring negative emotions.
To maintain the smooth operation of [Infinite Cursed Energy], this outer shell must be broken as soon as possible, or sufficient damage must be inflicted on the opponent within this Mimic Domain so that the domain can no longer be maintained!
Those fearless, self-destructing Shikigami that posed the greatest threat to him had ceased functioning with the death of their master.
When dealing with Shikigami, the optimal strategy is always to capture the leader first.
If you're playing a proper Shikigami user strategy, the opponent will also prioritize eliminating the summoner.
Now, the old man who calls himself the Gate Beast, the most cunning of them all, has not yet gone all out and has not shown his true killing move. He must be hiding something.
The only breakthrough now lies with Mitarai Shizuru, who is clad in silver-white armor.
Thinking of this, Lu Ping took a step and disappeared from the spot once again.
A black streak of light sliced through the air, bypassing the frontal defense of the heavy shield, and headed straight for Mitarai Shizuru's head from the side and rear!
How dare you ignore me, an old man!
The "Gate Beast" reversed the [Ford-Guardian Spear] in its hand, plunging the sharp tip of the trident deep into the shadows of the ground.
As a shadow mage, Lu Ping had an extremely keen sense of shadows. He immediately sensed something cold and sinister spreading rapidly towards him through the shadows.
A semi-transparent wall of water rose from the ground, blocking the path of the projectile before it could hit its target.
Is the plan to attack oneself in a strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao"?
The afterimage in mid-air abruptly veered and twisted.
Lu Ping swayed, abandoning his initial prey, and slid along the edge of the water wall, heading straight for the old man.
The old man's heart pounded wildly.
So it turns out this kid's target from the start was me!
Bang!
An elbow strike, imbued with powerful black Cursed Energy, slammed heavily into the withered chest.
The old man was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, his entire body embedding itself in the tough wall barrier behind him, which was woven from silk threads, creating a shallow crater.
Lu Ping withdrew his elbow, not pressing his advantage.
The longer a monster lives, the more afraid it is of death, and it has countless ways to save its life.
His goal was to force the other mage back with a single blow, so that he could attack the other Curse User without being disturbed.
However, this brief exchange bought Mitarai Shizuru a few seconds to catch his breath.
Seeing that his opponent was about to kill him, he held nothing back.
"Thread Modification!"
Driven by an overload of Cursed Energy, the Cursed Energy threads began to weave once again according to the outline of the heavy shield.
Amidst a metallic scraping sound, a silver chariot powered solely by Cursed Energy materialized!
Several sharp spears protrude from the front of the chariot, and thick baffles cover both sides.
With the full support of the field, this machine, like a maddened beast, crashed head-on into Lu Ping.
Just as Lu Ping raised his hand, a rough voice rang out.
"Wait! If you don't stop, I'll kill him!"
In the center of the stage, the white Mermaid Curse Spirit that Copy a baby's cry had vanished, leaving only the old man and the little boy he was carrying, whose breathing was barely audible.
Lu Ping's pupils contracted slightly.
It wasn't out of worry, but because they had gained some insight into the old man's Innate Technique.
The other party seemed to be deliberately avoiding disclosing information about the Cursed Technique from the beginning and was trying to avoid directly targeting him with the Cursed Technique.
This concealment implies that its Innate Technique "are very likely to possess a rule of one-hit kill, or some decisive factor that can turn the tide of battle."
Lu Ping stopped and turned around.
He looked at the boy whose throat was being choked, his tone completely calm, and simply said, "You're the one who's been grabbed, why should I show mercy?"
Before the words were even finished, the silver chariot roared in.
Seeing that his opponent was standing still, Mitarai Shizuru immediately increased his Cursed Energy output, smashing into the Jujutsu High mage with the determination to crush him on the spot!
Upon hearing the reply, the old man was clearly stunned for a moment.
This tactic of moral blackmail has always been effective in dealing with those self-proclaimed righteous officials.
Is this style no longer in fashion?
Boom--!
On the other side, the silver chariot crashed solidly into its target.
The entire opera house shook violently, and deafening explosions echoed through the enclosed space.
The old man seemed to see two afterimages, one black and one white, pass by in that instant.
The next second.
Lu Ping and the old man stood on the same stage, only a few steps apart.
Excuse me, could you please let me pass?
He maintained his standing posture, steadily placing his feet on the floor.
Dozens of meters behind, the menacing silver-white chariot was gradually disintegrating, its panels cracking inch by inch.
It eventually disintegrated completely, revealing the incredulous face of Mitarai Shizuru inside.
His all-out, trump card attack was easily defeated head-on by his opponent while he was completely still?
Moreover, the inner shell threads that maintained this mimicry barrier seemed to have lost their Cursed Energy supply, and began to peel off one by one, hanging limply towards the ground.
The previously isolated connection to the Cursed Energy was restored.
The Three Corpses within Lu Ping's body recaptured the negative emotions emanating from the streets of Akihabara, and he was overjoyed.
Mitarai Shizuru had no idea.
With the special state of abundant Cursed Energy and the combined effect of speed-enhancing Cursed Tool, this physical body does not need to reserve any charging distance.
From a standstill to top speed, it only takes a moment.
Seeing Lu Ping standing close to him, the old man did not show any signs of panic.
His voice was unusually calm.
"Young man, aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"
As the words fell, the silver threads that had been hanging to the ground did not disappear; instead, they began to spin and weave anew.
The previously leaky Mimic Domain was also quickly repaired.
The silver threads hanging down to the ground twisted in mid-air into soldiers clad in armor and wielding long spears, forming a silver-white spear formation legion with spears pointing directly at the stage.
Lu Ping raised an eyebrow slightly.
Having taken a punch from someone in this state, even if the Curse User hidden in the chariot had level one strength, his brain should have been shattered into mush.
His gaze pierced through the gaps in the legion.
Mitarai Shizuru was kneeling on one knee amidst the ruins, panting heavily.
He held in his hand a silver pocket watch that had stopped ticking.
Grade 1 Cursed Tool: [Wheel of Time].
As long as the body is nourished by the Cursed Energy over a long period of time, it can be forcibly reverted to the state of the body at the point 0.1 seconds before the injury at a critical moment.
The conditions are quite stringent: the pointer must be manually turned, and the target's Cursed Energy level cannot exceed one level.
Lu Ping was incredibly fast just now.
If one chooses to slowly punch him into Blood Mist, this Cursed Tool won't have time to activate.
Seizing this opportunity, the old man finally revealed his trump card. "My Innate Technique is called -- [Solitary Prison]."
The Binding Vow of exchanging Revealing One's Hand for enhanced effects then came into effect.
"I can seal and imprison wild Cursed Spirit within a certain space and restrict their movement to my own use. The price is that monsters that leave the containment facility for more than half an hour will become completely out of control."
As the old man spoke, colorful spatial ripples began to appear in mid-air.
Doors appeared one after another in the air, suddenly opening wide.
Dozens of hideous Cursed Spirit scrambled out from within, the weakest of which was still firmly at the Grade 2 level.
The monsters, now free, went berserk, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Lu Ping.
At the same time, the old man sneered, released his grip without hesitation, and threw the unconscious boy at Lu Ping like a sandbag.
Midou Taki's frail body arced through the air, completely exposed to the crossfire of the "Cursed Spirit Wave" and the Silver Legion, his life hanging by a thread.
He's gambling.
I'm betting that this Jujutsu High student wouldn't just stand by and watch an ordinary person, or even a child, die because of him.
If Lu Ping wanted to catch the boy safely, he couldn't easily enter that extraordinary special state.
To safely catch a fragile body, one must never casually enter that extraordinary state of extreme speed.
The more violent the power, the more precise the control required.
If the speed is too high and causes a sonic boom, the first thing to be smashed to pieces will not be the monster, but this child!
However, with the Three Corpses Technique continuously activated, Lu Ping would not be swayed by any external emotions.
The brain instantly arrived at the optimal solution to break the deadlock.
The surging Cursed Energy within his body roared like a river bursting its banks.
He pushed the limits of physical speed without reservation.
Only solid afterimages remained in place.
Lu Ping's feet were nailed to the stage.
His fists transformed into countless black meteors, which he fiercely swung against the two oncoming waves.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Within one second.
He fired nearly a hundred shots.
Without any physical contact, the sheer force of the punches generated by waving them is enough to tear the air apart.
Before the Cursed Spirit at the forefront could even let out a wail, they were blasted into a shower of purplish-black blood by the fist wind formed by Cursed Energy.
Immediately afterwards, the silver-white legion's hard armor shattered like paper under the baptism of the fist wind, turning into scattered threads.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and silk threads drifted in the air.
Two waves of attacks were utterly crushed by the absolute violence of the punches!
Blood rained down from the sky.
Lu Ping voluntarily deactivated the special state of [Infinite Cursed Energy].
He took half a step forward, stretched out his hands, and steadily caught the slender body that had just fallen from mid-air.
The theater was deathly silent.
Witnessing all this, Mitarai Shizuru in shock, and he couldn't help but gasp.
The previously confident old man calmly took two steps back and retreated to the steps below the platform.
Only one person remained on the stage, dancing alone.
The black Jujutsu High uniform had become mottled, and a few drops of glaring crimson blood splattered on her delicate cheeks.
Lu Ping, covered in blood, appeared like a ghost or god in the eyes of the two Curse User!