Modern weapons

Unfortunately, Yuanfang's strike missed!

Mahito's body underwent a bizarre change in an instant-he twisted and warped as though an invisible hand were kneading him, and a horrifying hole opened up in the blink of an eye!

Yuanfang's fist passed straight through it.

How could Mahito let such a golden opportunity slip away?

The spiked club in his hand swung out again like a windmill, hurtling straight toward Yuanfang with ferocious force!

Yuanfang had no time to dodge. In his haste, he could only raise both arms to take the blow.

An overwhelming force crashed into him, sending him flying like a kite with its string snapped!

"Hahaha..."

At the sight, Mahito burst into triumphant laughter.

The last time he had fought Yuanfang, he had been on the back foot the entire time! Now that he had finally landed a counterattack, how could he not be pleased?

As Yuanfang flew backward, his heart tightened when he saw that the club's spikes had pierced his arms.

But he soon realized the wounds were not serious, merely flesh wounds, and breathed a little easier.

To avoid being killed by an enemy in a single hit, he had been working hard lately to improve his defenses.

Judging by the current situation, his efforts had paid off handsomely.

"Become my masterpiece!"

With that roar, Mahito's body underwent an astonishing transformation.

His legs magically turned into thick horse legs, and he charged toward Yuanfang at lightning speed, continuing his relentless assault.

Yuanfang was somewhat surprised by Mahito's bizarre transformation.

He knew that Mahito had already mastered his abilities. If he fought him barehanded, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

Yuanfang immediately drew the long blade at his waist, ready to fight Mahito to the death.

The battle grew fiercer, and every clash of flashing blades left Yuanfang astonished.

He realized with dismay that Mahito's strength was growing at a staggering rate.

In their last fight, Mahito had been no match for him at all, and Yuanfang had defeated him easily.

Yet in such a short time, Mahito had become his equal and was even gradually gaining the upper hand, putting him under immense pressure.

A sense of danger stirred in Yuanfang's heart. Mahito was an absolute freak.

If he were allowed to keep growing, he would undoubtedly become a troublesome opponent.

If Yuanfang hadn't known that Mahito would die at the end of the story, he would have wanted to finish him off right now.

Boom!

Suddenly, Mahito's offensive rapidly weakened, like a punctured balloon deflating.

Yuanfang pounced like a hungry tiger, pinning him down with relentless pressure and repeatedly inflicting wounds.

Vast amounts of cursed energy began pouring into Yuanfang like floodwater bursting through a dam.

"What an annoying cursed technique!" Feeling his cursed energy drain away, Mahito grew intensely irritated.

After voicing his displeasure, Mahito turned and ran, no longer willing to fight.

It seemed he knew that continuing would leave him in the same miserable state as before, so he decided to flee.

But Yuanfang couldn't bear to let such a huge, mobile energy source get away.

Still, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong, so he sent Satoru Gojo a message as he pursued Mahito, just in case.

If Mahito were truly afraid, his current mastery of Idle Transfiguration would let him grow a pair of wings and fly away, leaving Yuanfang helpless to stop him.

Yet he insisted on running. Yuanfang hardly needed to think to suspect a plot.

Although he was confident in himself and didn't think anything would happen, he dared not get careless. An extra precaution seemed wise, just in case.

After all, Mahito had Kenjaku behind him, an old fox who had lived for who knew how long and knew all sorts of abilities.

If he suddenly used an ability designed to counter Yuanfang, wouldn't Yuanfang be done for?

"Hehe, you can't catch me!"

Mahito grinned cheekily as he dodged Yuanfang's attacks, then fled with brazen ease, not the least bit worried about being caught.

Yuanfang couldn't be bothered to respond. Every extra cut he landed meant a little more cursed energy absorbed. Whether he caught Mahito didn't matter.

After running for a long time, they reached a patch of woods.

Mahito suddenly stopped and no longer dodged Yuanfang's slashes!

"Looks like I've walked into your trap. I wonder what it is!"

Yuanfang smiled as he spoke, still slashing away. He understood perfectly well that this was probably where the trap lay.

Filled with curiosity and doubt, he was eager to find out exactly how Mahito planned to deal with him.

Was he going to summon his companions to gang up on him?

Even then, Yuanfang had no fear. With Idle Transfiguration sustaining him, he only needed to hold out until Satoru Gojo arrived to help.

"Haha, you're pretty sharp after all. But you're far too arrogant and confident."

Mahito opened his mouth in wild laughter, as though he could already see the tragic fate awaiting Yuanfang.

Hearing those words, Yuanfang immediately grew wary. Something felt wrong.

Just then, the ground suddenly began to crack violently. With an earth-shattering roar, a terrifyingly violent blast swept through the entire area.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the place was riddled with craters and utterly devastated.

A smug smile curled at the corner of Mahito's mouth as he gazed at the figure lying on the ground, both legs gone and his entire body charred black!

"Your ability made me suddenly realize how stupid I've been!

Human weapons have no effect on us cursed spirits, but it's a different story for you jujutsu sorcerers.

An ordinary knife or an ordinary bullet could take your lives.

In that case, why shouldn't we use those things against you?"

While pondering how to deal with Yuanfang, Mahito had thought of humanity's modern weapons, and a path he had never considered suddenly opened up before him.

He could use human weapons against jujutsu sorcerers.

"Become my work of art already!"

Looking at the dying Yuanfang, Mahito grinned so widely that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

His small hand eagerly reached toward Yuanfang. He didn't believe Yuanfang could still use his cursed technique in that condition.

"Sorry, I thought the world was too simple!"

Yuanfang watched him, his voice calm, showing no fear at the approach of death.

"It's too late for regrets!"

With that, Mahito's palm touched Yuanfang's body, and he activated Idle Transfiguration.

Unfortunately, the result he wanted never came. Instead, a smile curled at the corner of Yuanfang's mouth as he said:

"There's still time. Reverse Cursed Technique!"