A white beam exploded in front of Satoru Gojo, its light blinding, its heat scorching the air until it warped and twisted.
Satoru Gojo twisted his body with everything he had. The deadly bolt grazed his shoulder, missing his vitals, but his right arm vanished soundlessly below the shoulder in the white lightning. Not even ashes remained, as though it had been erased from existence itself.
Kashimo swiftly retreated, pushing off with his toes to put distance between them. Standing amid the ruins, he looked down at the two opponents desperately repairing their bodies with Reverse Cursed Technique.
"Is that all you've got?" He tipped his chin up. His voice was quiet, but every word was a blade that drove straight into their ears.
Satoru Gojo's chest had already healed, the new muscle and skin faintly pink in the cold winter wind. His right arm was also regrowing under Reverse Cursed Technique. Bone extended from his shoulder, muscle wound around it like vines, and skin closed toward the middle from both ends. He did not look at his arm, only stared at Kashimo with his brows tightly furrowed. Whether in total cursed energy, cursed energy reinforcement, or cursed energy output, his opponent surpassed him. And a single punch blew my body apart. He must have injected something into me before detonating it. His Six Eyes caught the arcs constantly radiating from Kashimo's body, blue-white flashes dancing over his skin.
Electric charge, then.
"Red!"
Dark red energy gathered in Satoru Gojo's hand, compressed, then swelled. Without hesitation, he launched the blast of Red at Kashimo.
The dark red beam tore through the air, hurtling straight toward Kashimo's face with devastating force.
Instead of retreating, Kashimo charged toward Satoru Gojo. He shifted his body slightly sideways as he ran, letting Red skim