Finished.
Number One Satoru Gojo's fist hit Sukuna's crossed arms.
No loud noise.
But at this moment, Sukuna slid back more than ten meters.
The soles of the shoes plowed two deep grooves into the broken concrete. His arms were shaken half an inch from the crossed position, and there was a shallow gash torn open by Attraction on the inside of his forearm.
"Tsk."
Before Sukuna could stand firm, No. 1 Gojo had already caught up.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
A dozen punches in a row.
Sukuna's arm began to feel numb, and No. 1 Gojo's punch frequency was too high for him to accept.
"Annoying."
Sukuna raised his hand for the first time while retreating.
He didn't use his extension to catch the punch.
Fingertips pop out.
"Solution!"
A long-range invisible slash, slicing through the wrist of No. 1 Gojo.
No. 1 Gojo tilted his head, and the slash grazed his white hair, cutting a smooth gash in the broken wall behind him.
At the same time, the second solution of Sukuna has been released.
This time there were two, one blocked the pursuit route of No. 1 Gojo, and the other went straight to the throat.
"Hahaha..."
"It's a bit slow, Sukuna."
No. 1 Gojo laughed, ducked sideways through the gap between the two slashes, and took advantage of the situation with his left hand.
Attraction did not aim at Sukuna's body, but hit the gravel pile at Sukuna's feet.
The entire ground collapsed, Sukuna's footing was taken away, and his body became unbalanced for less than half a second.
In just half a second, the right fist of No. 1 Gojo was already in front of him.
Sukuna did not hide.
He raised his face directly, and the moment his fist touched the skin, "eight" was activated.
A sure-cut attack judged by the Cursed Energy difference between the two sides.
A person's stroke of eight cannot create a complete "cut in two" aspect.
But it still created a deep enough slash at the contact point, from the root of No. 1 Gojo's finger to the wrist.
No. 1 Gojo took back his hand and glanced at the wound on the side of his palm that was being repaired by Reverse Cursed Technique.
"My body is quite strong."
Sukuna said this with a smile on his lips, like a casual joke.
But his mind was spinning.
The total Cursed Energy of this Satoru Gojo is a bit higher than the one just now, but still not as good as mine.
But the strength of this guy's physical skills far surpassed his own.
This thing made him uncomfortable.
"What happened..."
His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.
Soon he felt relieved and landed on the figures on the rooftop in the distance.
Yuki Tsukumo, white coat with dark circles, Shoko Ieiri.
Sukuna selectively ignored them. He didn't know them and wasn't interested in them.
"That man."
Then he saw Wangchuan.
Black robe, purple eyes, long silver-white hair, and a silver-white Viper coiled around her arm.
Sukuna's eyes stopped on Wangchuan for two seconds.
In just these two seconds, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
"What does it feel like..."
"So strong!"
That man is related to this Satoru Gojo who suddenly appeared.
Sukuna made a judgment almost immediately.
Space, parallel world, the sudden appearance of the second Satoru Gojo, plus a weirdo that he can't see through.
These few things are connected together, and the answer is ready to come out.
"Hello."
Number One Satoru Gojo's voice sounded, with that lazy, lazy smile.
"Don't look around when fighting, Sukuna. Staring at others will make me jealous."
Sukuna Turn back.
Number One Satoru Gojo raised his right index finger and pointed it at him.
There is a crimson sphere condensed on the fingertips.
"Cursed Technique Reversal! Hyuk"
Repulsive force is completely opposite to Cang, the force that pushes everything outward.
"A haircut close to the face should have a good effect."
Number One Satoru Gojo smiled.
"Okay."
The crimson sphere exploded at his fingertips, but did not spread outward.
Instead, it was compressed and accelerated within a very small range, and then flicked out by Number One Satoru Gojo with one finger.
"Beast!"
Sukuna's pupils shrank.
He crossed his arms in front of him, Cursed Energy concentrated on his arms to maximum output.
He bumped into him.
"Boom!"
Sukuna was blown away by the repulsive force, as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.
His back smashed through a half-collapsed apartment building, and then passed through another wall. Concrete fragments and steel bars flew with him, and the smoke and dust pulled out a tail dozens of meters long.
He turned around in the air, his feet landed on the ground, and the soles of his shoes plowed two deep grooves on the ground. He slid for more than ten meters before stopping.
"What a powerful force!"
The arms are shaking.
A large area of skin on his arm was burned, and Reverse Cursed Technique was working hard to repair it.
Sukuna raised his head and stared at the white figure slowly walking out of the smoke with his four eyes.
"It's quite bearable. It's a pity that I didn't get hit in the face."
Number One Satoru Gojo walked out of the smoke and dust, his steps unhurried and slow, as if he was taking a walk.
His right hand is in his pocket and his left hand hangs by his side, his posture is too loose.
"I have compressed that Hermitage, and its power is much higher than the ordinary Hermitage."
"You actually just flew out without breaking your hand."
Satoru Gojo is still chirping.
Sukuna and Cursed Energy surged in an instant, pouring out of his body like a red tide, flooding every inch of the ground within a hundred meters radius.
His hands formed a seal in front of him, so fast that no afterimage could even be left.
"Domain Expansion."
"Malevolent Shrine."
Number One Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes captured the flow of Cursed Energy at that moment.
But Satoru Gojo had no intention of retreating, and at the same time he didn't activate Limitless's defense. It was obvious that he wanted to take over!
"Tsk."
Within a hundred meters, all buildings, all ground, and everything in between were chopped into pieces.
The remaining structure of the apartment building was sliced into thin strips in a fraction of a second.
The steel bars were cut like noodles, and the concrete fragments were cut twice, three times, and countless times, turning into dust and rising up.
The entire area was cleared, and the ground was cut half a foot deep. The cuts were as smooth as cutting tofu with a knife.
Number One Satoru Gojo is in the center of the field.
Countless slashes fell on him.
Eight and reconciliation alternately cut through, from all directions and all angles, airtight.
Blood seeped from the white short sleeves.
One by one, one by one, it was as if someone had drawn dense lines on his body with red ink.
His arms, shoulders, chest, back, and thighs were all covered with wounds from slashes.
Limitless didn't open, he put it away, and these slashes hit him firmly.
Sukuna stood up from the ruins and dusted himself off.
He looked at Number One Satoru Gojo standing in the center of the field, covered in blood, and grinned.
"What's wrong, Satoru Gojo."
"Where is your Limitless? Are you not going to use it?"
He took a step forward, and the slash continued to cut the air beside him.
"The shot He made just now was good, I admit it. But you look like this now, and it doesn't look good."
Number One Satoru Gojo lowered his head, blood flowing from his forehead and dripping down the bridge of his nose to the ground.
His white hair was sticky with blood and stuck to his face.
Then he laughed.
"Haha."
He raised his head, and the pale blue Six Eyes was frighteningly bright behind the blood.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The laughter grew louder and louder, and it was particularly abrupt amidst the sound of cutting in the 100-meter field.
Sukuna frowned.
"What are you laughing at?"
Number One Satoru Gojo did not answer.
He put his left hand into his trouser pocket, took it out, and took out something.
A Dharma Ring.
It's exactly the same as the one on Mahoraga's head.
Round, metallic, with texture in the middle and teeth on the edge.
It's not big, just enough to fit on your head.
Sukuna's four eyes widened at the same time.
"That is?"
Number One Satoru Gojo Push Dharma Ring on the head.
"Wangchuan gave me this thing. This is my first time to use it. I lent it to Itadori."
"It's my turn now."
Dharma Ring turned around.
Boom!
Then all the injuries on his body healed within a few tenths of a second.
The flesh cut by the chop closes up again, the blood flow stops, and the skin returns to its original state.
The white short-sleeved shirt soaked in blood still looked tattered, but the body underneath was intact.
Not only that.
The surrounding slashes continued to cut in, falling on his skin, cutting into half an inch, and then stopped there as if being blocked by something.
The wound no longer expanded, and the force of the slash was greatly reduced. It was like a knife that could originally cut ten centimeters, but now it could only cut one centimeter.
Number One Satoru Gojo tilted his head, and Dharma Ring turned in a circle above his head, making a slight metallic sound.
"Hmm."
He moved his neck and the joints cracked.
"It works well."
"No wonder Itadori could use this thing to exorcise Special Grade Cursed Spirit who swallowed Sukuna's Finger."
Sukuna stood there, staring at that Dharma Ring with four eyes.
His mind was racing.
That thing is exactly the same as the Dharma Ring on the head of Mahoraga.
The size, texture, and rotation are all the same.
Mahoraga and Dharma Ring are used to adapt to attacks. After turning, they can become resistant to the attacks they have withstood. The same move will not be easy to use the second time.
But why does Satoru Gojo have this thing?
Mahoraga is the Shikigami of Ten Shadows Technique, it is Megumi Fushiguro, it is the thing in his current body Sukuna.
Where did Satoru Gojo come from?
Moreover, after the Dharma Ring was rotated, the wound of Satoru Gojo was healed, and the effect of the slash was also reduced.
What does this mean? Does it mean that this Dharma Ring can not only adapt to attacks, but also repair the holder's injuries?
"What the hell is that?"
Sukuna's voice deepened, and he put away the playful tone before.
Number One Satoru Gojo touched Dharma Ring on his head and smiled brightly.
"This?"
"Given by a friend."
He tilted his head and glanced at Wangchuan on the rooftop in the distance.
"It's considered foreign aid equipment. It looks pretty good, don't you think?"
Sukuna followed his line of sight and saw the man in black robe and purple eyes again.
Wangchuan stood on the edge of the roof, his hands in his sleeves, his purple eyes looking at the battlefield calmly.
The silver-white Viper on his arm raised its head and spit out the message, as if watching the fun.
Sukuna's tongue licked his teeth.
A Satoru Gojo that is stronger than the original version, and Dharma Ring, which is the same style as Mahoraga, was also sent to this Satoru Gojo.
This battle is getting harder and harder to win.
Number One Satoru Gojo squeezed his fist, Dharma Ring turned it around above his head, and heard a click.
"Don't be stunned, Sukuna."
"I just put on the equipment, you have to give me some reaction, right?"
He grinned, his pale blue eyes shining under Dharma Ring.
"Come on, go ahead. Let me see your territory and how many more cuts you can make."