Revenant!

"Bang!!!"

Before Jogo could make a move, the Modified Giant exploded outright.

As blood and shredded flesh splattered before him, cold sweat poured down Jogo's volcanic head.

Though he had expected something like this, Satoru Gojo's decisiveness still shocked him.

This had been your superior once, after all. Why did it feel like you held a grudge?

It wasn't that Jogo was kindhearted and unwilling to use more hostages to restrict Satoru Gojo.

If not for that mumbling mystic God Jiahao, the subway station would have been packed with non-sorcerers by now.

"You really gave me a scare with that pig brain of yours!"

As the blood mist dispersed, Satoru Gojo looked coldly down at Jogo. "Any last words?"

Caught under the gaze of the Six Eyes, Jogo's heart clenched, and sweat drenched his back.

Scorching, violent cursed energy surged wildly as Jogo drove a full-strength punch toward Satoru Gojo's abdomen.

"Boom!!"

At the same time, Mahito, hanging upside down from the ceiling, punched down at Satoru Gojo's head.

An attack from the front, another from above, then a Supersonic Bloodline shot in from the side.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

The combined assault of the three Special Grades stopped dead an inch from Satoru Gojo's body.

"What a complete waste of my damn time!"

His already scant patience exhausted, disappointment gradually entered Satoru Gojo's eyes. "If this is all you've got, I'll just have to send you back to hell."

"Is that so!?"

Meeting Satoru Gojo's utterly disappointed gaze, Jogo actually revealed an eerie smile.

Ordinary attacks couldn't break through Limitless's defenses. How could Jogo, who had been trampled and humiliated beneath Satoru Gojo's feet, possibly forget that?

The next second, Jogo and Mahito on the ceiling shouted together!

"Domain Amplification!!!"

Jogo's and Mahito's cursed energy finally breached Limitless's barrier, their fists about to brush Satoru Gojo's clothes.

"So this is your trump card?"

Without even raising his head, Satoru Gojo casually dodged. Mahito's descending fist slammed squarely into the floor, blasting out a deep crater.

Meanwhile, Jogo's outstretched arm was locked firmly in Satoru Gojo's grip.

Wrapping a domain around a fist like clothing wasn't a trick Satoru Gojo was seeing for the first time.

Having suffered a Hao Flash punch at the Goodwill Event, how could Satoru Gojo not have prepared for this?

"Come to think of it, this is our second meeting, isn't it?"

Satoru Gojo clamped Jogo's arm in his right hand and drove his left fist viciously into Jogo's abdomen.

"Boom!!"

Jogo spewed a great gush of blood. The aftershock of the terrifying punch tore through his body and blasted apart the speakers on the ceiling behind him.

"A piece of trash who barely escaped death, and you still dare prance around in front of me?"

With a gentle tug of Satoru Gojo's right hand, Jogo's feet left the ground, and he once again found himself face-to-face with the Six Eyes that terrified him.

To the right, the twin-ponytailed Choso continued firing useless bloodlines, his expression dull as a scripted NPC's.

To the left, Mahito leaped into the air and whipped a kick toward Satoru Gojo's neck like a fierce gust.

Breaking through Limitless's defenses required Domain Amplification.

And maintaining Domain Amplification meant being unable to use a cursed technique at the same time.

To rescue Jogo from Satoru Gojo's grasp, Mahito could only maintain a normal human form and keep attacking at close range.

Yet faced with Mahito's relentless barrage, Satoru Gojo merely leaned aside with utter nonchalance.

"Don't rush. Let me finish dealing with this Volcano Head trash first!"

At that moment, Satoru Gojo focused solely on the spirit before him, both hands gently resting on Jogo's arm.

Like a sheep with its throat caught in a tiger's jaws, Jogo couldn't break free and was scared out of his wits.

Terrified beyond measure, Jogo's lone eye filled with bloodshot veins, his pleading gaze involuntarily turning toward the priest on the piano bench.

When they first devised the plan, Jiahao had thumped his chest and solemnly promised: at the critical moment, the King would act.

It was precisely because Jiahao had guaranteed it with a binding vow that Jogo had dared attack without a large number of ordinary people as hostages.

Even now, that bastard was still making a show of stroking the piano.

Could you stop showing off, bro!?

I'm about to die here! Isn't that critical enough?

"Crack!!"

With a crisp snapping sound, Satoru Gojo tore Jogo's arm clean off!

At the same moment, Priest Jiahao finally pressed the black and white keys. "Do, re, mi!"

"Shlk!!"

In time with the piano's rhythm, a flash of cold steel suddenly pierced Satoru Gojo from back to chest!

"Thud!"

Jogo fell in a crumpled heap, blood spurting from his severed arm.

But he paid no attention to the agonizing pain in his body, watching Satoru Gojo's bleeding chest with sheer excitement instead.

"Hahaha! Satoru Gojo, your day finally came!!"

Now sporting Yang Guo's one-armed look, Jogo laughed as he fled deeper into the tunnel.

Mahito had already escaped through the ceiling to the floor above.

A special cursed tool that nullified Limitless's defenses, a body without cursed energy that even the Six Eyes struggled to detect...

That strangely familiar feeling!!

Glancing at the bloodstained length of short blade protruding from his chest, Satoru Gojo turned his head in shock.

Messy black hair, and that scar at the corner of his mouth...

"No way!?"

Looking at the figure before him, Satoru Gojo's memories flashed back to the Summer of Suffering twelve years ago.

The tyrant who had killed him once, the revenant he had also killed once...

"Yo, long time no see!"

The man holding the short blade tilted his head up, amusement filling his ink-black eyes. "From the look of you, quite a while has passed since that fight."

"But for me, you inexplicably coming back to life in front of me happened just yesterday."

"Just thinking about it leaves me speechless. I'd stabbed the Inverted Spear of Heaven right through your head."

"You came back once, and so did I. Seems pretty fair when you put it that way."

The Heavenly Restriction Tyrant whose very name terrified Jujutsu Society, the Sorcerer Killer who had single-handedly taken down both Special Grades, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto.

His memories stopped on the day Satoru Gojo awakened and killed him, their conversation from back then still vivid in his mind.

Looking at Satoru Gojo's stunned expression, Toji grinned. "If I had to say why you lost... it's because you didn't burn my body to ashes!"

"Why I lost?"

Satoru Gojo composed himself, the corners of his mouth slowly rising into a villainously crazed grin. "It's one to one. Our fight's only just getting started!!"

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

At that moment, Satoru Gojo and Toji seemed to have traded places from twelve years ago.

"Clang!!"

Just as Toji put force into the short blade in his hand, Satoru Gojo vanished in a flash.

Without looking back, Toji lunged forward like a cheetah, ricocheting more than a dozen times across the ruined platform in a single instant.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Explosions rang out incessantly, sending rubble flying!

Every spot Toji's afterimage passed through was pulverized by ferocious repulsive force mere hundredths of a second later!

Boosted by the attractive force of Cursed Technique Lapse, Satoru Gojo flashed forward, chasing the ricocheting streak of black lightning into the subway tunnel.

"Running into a narrow tunnel with no cover on your own? Have you been dead so long your brain's rusted?"

Following close behind, Satoru Gojo taunted him while Reverse Cursed Technique healed the wound through his chest.

The very next instant!

The erratic black lightning reversed course and hurtled back, the air-slicing blade and the tyrant's savage grin growing larger in Satoru Gojo's eyes.

"Die!!!"

"Boom!!!"