Leave Now, and No One Gets Hurt!

As they faced off, the surrounding jujutsu sorcerers had already closed in.

Watching the sorcerers encircle her,

Ronawa casually untied her hair ribbon, letting her long white hair spill loose.

Then she addressed the crowd. "Though I know it's unlikely, I still have to say this."

"Are you really going to make an enemy of me?"

"If you leave now, I guarantee no one will get hurt."

"But if you stay, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Ronawa had not said those words for the surrounding jujutsu sorcerers to hear.

Because she understood very well that they would never let her go so easily.

This was actually a disclaimer.

She was laying out her difficulties in advance.

That way, even if she went on a killing spree later, Satoru Gojo could not blame her.

She had warned them already.

And just as Ronawa had expected, no one heeded her warning.

Almost the instant her words fell, the surrounding sorcerers could no longer hold back and launched their attacks against Ronawa.

As "elbow sorcerers," of course their method of attack was to throw elbows directly.

One sorcerer who stood relatively close to Ronawa rushed straight at her.

Then he raised his hand, ready to show Ronawa what his hand-to-hand combat could do.

Ronawa merely sneered. She dodged a sweeping kick, then moved at lightning speed to seize the unlucky man by the throat and lift him straight into the air.

Ronawa might have had an adorable face,

but she was actually over 175 centimeters tall.

More than enough to let her lift someone one-handed and leave their feet dangling above the ground.

Ignoring the struggles of the man in her grasp, Ronawa tilted her head and glanced at him.

Then her exquisite, art-like hand tightened slightly, snapping his neck outright.

As a Death Curse Spirit, killing without hesitation was simply basic practice for Ronawa.

Her action also enraged the surrounding jujutsu sorcerers.

They charged Ronawa one after another.

Ronawa's expression remained indifferent as she raised a hand and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, vast amounts of blood-red cursed energy rapidly gathered around Ronawa.

In that instant, she had already changed forms.

Her ordinary clothes were replaced by an extravagant black outfit.

Behind her appeared a pair of blood-red wings covered in eyeballs.

At the same time, two eye-shaped ornaments surfaced above Ronawa's head.

This was Ronawa's true form.

It was also the form in which she could bring out the greatest extent of her power.

As Ronawa revealed her true body,

a terrifying pressure swiftly spread outward.

Fear inevitably surfaced in everyone's eyes.

It was the instinctive fear of death possessed by all living things.

Still, they were a group of well-trained jujutsu sorcerers. They quickly suppressed that instinctive fear.

Then they launched a fierce assault on Ronawa.

Countless techniques were unleashed, all aimed at a single target: Ronawa.

Watching the dense barrage of techniques rushing toward her,

Ronawa lightly raised her right hand and snapped her fingers once more.

The next second, all those techniques were sentenced to "death"!

Before they could even reach Ronawa, the techniques crumbled and dispersed in midair.

That exaggerated sight made Yuki Tsukumo's pupils contract sharply.

In the end, she could only sigh. As expected of a Death Curse Spirit.

Even though Ronawa had existed for only a short time and had not fully matured,

her strength was still astonishingly absurd.

But Yuki Tsukumo soon reined in her wandering thoughts.

She focused all her attention on Ronawa.

As a Special Grade Sorcerer, she could not continue standing by and watching.

She had to suppress Ronawa!

With Yuki Tsukumo's shout, she charged rapidly toward Ronawa.

Then, facing the cold and expressionless Ronawa, she threw a fierce punch.

Yes, a punch.

But it was no ordinary basic attack. It carried terrifying kinetic energy.

Before it even came close, Ronawa could already feel the horrifying pressure bearing down on her.

It was as though she were facing a speeding truck head-on.

And this was Yuki Tsukumo's innate technique, Star Rage!

Its principle was to endlessly stack mass onto herself.

Theoretically, if she kept stacking it infinitely, Yuki Tsukumo could even become a humanoid black hole and devour everything.

Of course, that was only theory.

Speaking of theory, Ronawa could also snap her fingers and make the universe flicker out, killing the stars themselves.

Theory did not represent actual power.

Even so, Yuki Tsukumo's punch was terrifying enough.

Under the enhancement of her technique, Star Rage, the mass of her fist had reached a horrifying level.

At that moment, even ten trucks did not weigh as much as her fist.

And if such a heavy, powerful punch landed,

even Ronawa would probably be turned into a paper cutout.

However, fighters who relied on brute force generally shared one flaw: they were too slow.

Ronawa did not foolishly remain in place and take Yuki Tsukumo's punch head-on.

Instead, she swiftly flashed to an open spot nearby.

Killing distance was, in essence, unrestricted instantaneous movement!

And Ronawa did not need to teleport over a long distance to escape.

She only needed to kill a very short stretch of distance to easily evade Yuki Tsukumo's attack.

The consumption would be far lower as well.

That was the true value of All Things Die.

All one could say was that powerful techniques held surprises everywhere!

Yuki Tsukumo's devastating punch missed, and the escaping force of her fist blasted apart half the street.

But Yuki Tsukumo had no mood to admire the destruction she had caused.

With an ugly expression, she quickly turned to look at Ronawa, who had appeared nearby.

"Spatial teleportation? Damn it, what kind of intelligence did those people gather?"

Yuki Tsukumo was dumbfounded.

She was the typical heavy fighter-type jujutsu sorcerer.

Yet they had sent her to deal with a curse spirit that could teleport instantly.

Did they think she was wasting air by staying alive?

Did they want her dead that badly?

But Yuki Tsukumo quickly cast aside those distracting thoughts.

She began constantly considering how Ronawa had accomplished it.

As a Death Curse Spirit, her ability had to be connected to death.

How had a teleportation ability suddenly appeared?

Unless...

"You killed distance!"

Yuki Tsukumo stared at Ronawa in shock, her tone utterly certain.

Ronawa was speechless.

Were all Special Grade Sorcerers this powerful?

Every one of them could figure out the principle behind her abilities.

Were they all analysis masters or something?

It could only be said that no one who managed to become Special Grade was an idiot.

However, even though Yuki Tsukumo had understood the principle behind Ronawa's teleportation, she still had no particularly effective way to deal with it.

Powerful techniques inherently possessed an unsolvable quality.

For example, the principle behind Satoru Gojo's Limitless Technique was practically public knowledge within Jujutsu Society.

Yet no one had ever found a way to solve it.

That was because it was inherently unsolvable.

Knowing the information did not mean one could counter it.

Ronawa's ability was the same.

Knowing the information did not mean it could be restricted.

At most, when they died, they would understand why.