Satoru Gojo is walking in the field of Sukuna.
Literally walking.
Malevolent Shrine's slashes came from all directions, and the invisible, dense slash net that could grind concrete into powder fell on him and was ineffective.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Satoru Gojo put one hand in his pocket, raised the other hand, and shook his index finger left and right in the air.
"Sukuna ah Sukuna, why do you feel more and more itchy in your field?"
"At first it was like scratching an itch, but now it doesn't even itch."
He tilted his head, and Dharma Ring clicked on top of his head.
"Did you not eat?"
"You're an old guy from a thousand years ago. If your teeth don't work well, don't come out to fight. Go back and drink porridge."
Sukuna's four eyes stared at him.
He didn't answer.
His attention was focused on Dharma Ring above Satoru Gojo.
That thing is spinning, and every time it rotates, the effect of the slash will be weaker by one point, and the damage of Satoru Gojo will be better by one point.
He has watched that thing rotate several times with his own eyes. From the beginning it was covered in blood to now it is just walking around, all because of that Dharma Ring.
But Sukuna noticed a detail.
Dharma Ring The color of the outermost ring is changing.
At first it was a uniform, dark golden texture, but after a few turns, a little whitish trace appeared on the edge of the outer ring.
It was very shallow and couldn't be seen without looking carefully, but Sukuna's four eyes stared at the thing and turned around for several times, and he could see it clearly.
The outer ring is fading, or in other words, consuming.
That Dharma Ring has a load limit.
Sukuna's mind is running rapidly.
Turn one grid to adapt to an attack and repair an injury. But every time you turn one grid, Dharma Ring itself is consumed.
The color of the outer ring becomes lighter, indicating that its capacity is decreasing.
After a certain number of turns, this thing will become ineffective.
The question is, how many spaces are left?
Satoru Gojo Do you know about this?
Sukuna narrowed his eyes.
Look at this Satoru Gojo, walking around in his territory unscrupulously, letting his chops attack him at will, not caring at all about the consumption of that Dharma Ring.
Either he doesn't know that Dharma Ring has limits, or he doesn't care, or he has other trump cards.
No matter which it is, try it out first.
Sukuna put his hands together and formed a seal.
"Furube, Yura Yura, Eight-Handled Sword."
Shadows surged up from the ground and condensed into a huge, white figure with a roulette wheel and Dharma Ring.
"Divergent Sila Divine General·Mahoraga."
Mahoraga comes out of the shadows.
Face to face with Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo looked at Mahoraga, the corner of his mouth curled up.
"Oh, I'm finally willing to let it go."
Mahoraga No nonsense.
It moved the moment it came out, Eight-Handled Sword swept across, and a huge, extremely compressed slash flew out to the ground.
The speed is much faster than Sukuna's solution, and the cutting surface is wider. It directly sliced away the entire ground where Satoru Gojo was standing.
The slash hit Satoru Gojo.
A gash was cut from his chest to his shoulder, blood spurted out, and Dharma Ring clicked and turned.
The wound healed instantly, the effect of the slash was adapted, and when the second slash came again, only a thin layer of skin was cut into it.
Sukuna stared at Dharma Ring.
The whitish marks on the outer ring have expanded a little.
He calculated and found that Dharma Ring had rotated about 12 squares.
There is still one-sixth of the dark gold color in the outer ring.
If his guess is correct, the limit of this Dharma Ring is probably between fifteen and twenty grids.
That is to say, it is useless after use.
But Satoru Gojo is still laughing.
"Hahahaha!"
"Try harder, try harder, is it no longer interesting to end like this?"
"The new toys given by Wangchuan haven't been used yet."
He stepped on Mahoraga's Sword of Extermination, jumped up two steps, and kicked his feet on the sword.
The whole person bounced up, and a crimson He formed from his right hand, which he pressed directly on Mahoraga's chest.
"Boom!"
Mahoraga flew backwards, crashed through two buildings, and smashed into the ruins of the third building.
Sukuna did not look at Mahoraga, his attention was on Satoru Gojo.
A bullet shot out from his fingertips and hit Satoru Gojo's neck close to the ground.
Satoru Gojo was retracting his attack, and the skin on his neck was cut open. Before the blood could flow out, Dharma Ring turned around and the wound was closed.
Then Satoru Gojo disappeared.
Sukuna caught an afterimage in the air, rushing straight from the front, faster than any movement he had seen just now.
Satoru Gojo appeared in front of him, with its nose almost touching his.
"Are you in a daze? Sukuna?"
Satoru Gojo said.
Sukuna's pupils shrank.
"Do it!"
He subconsciously raised his hand, wrapped Domain Amplification around his fist, and blasted forward.
Satoru Gojo turned his head to avoid it, followed up with his left hand, and punched Sukuna in the side.
Sukuna's extension didn't have enough time to cover that position, and his fist was firmly absorbed.
His body bent to the side, and then the second punch came, the third punch, and the fourth punch.
Satoru Gojo's punching speed was so fast that Sukuna's four eyes couldn't keep up.
Every punch carried Gravitational Field, and the contact surface was tearing apart Sukuna's defense, pulling him in the direction of Satoru Gojo.
Sukuna was punched seven or eight times in a row, and his body lost balance. He was sent flying out, smashing through two walls, and stopped in the ruins of the third wall.
He was lying in the rubble, his chest heaving, and Reverse Cursed Technique was repairing the smashed ribs and torn internal organs.
"That guy..."
Sukuna spat out a mouthful of blood.
The speed and power of the series of combos just now were much higher than before.
Did he become stronger after wearing Dharma Ring, or was he hiding it before?
No.
Sukuna dismissed the idea.
When Satoru Gojo fought with him before, his physical skills were not that strong.
After wearing Dharma Ring, his Cursed Energy output efficiency became higher and his body functions were strengthened.
That Dharma Ring can not only adapt to attacks, but also buff the holder.
This makes sense.
Why does Satoru Gojo dare to walk in his field, and why does he not care about the consumption of Dharma Ring.
Because while Dharma Ring is consuming, it is also strengthening him, making him fight harder and harder. The harder he is consumed, the stronger he becomes. This is a positive cycle.
But Dharma Ring has its limits after all.
Sukuna stood up from the ruins, Reverse Cursed Technique repaired the final injury, and moved his neck, making a clicking sound.
He thought about it.
First let Mahoraga continue to consume the number of grids of Dharma Ring, wait until the outer ring of Dharma Ring completely turns white, and then...
A hand pressed on his shoulder.
Sukuna was completely frozen.
"Huh?!!!!!!"
He didn't feel anyone approaching at all.
His four eyes, his Cursed Energy perception, and his thousand-year fighting instinct
No one noticed how this person appeared behind him.
Sukuna subconsciously struck with his elbow, and then hit Cursed Energy backwards with his elbow.
"Quiet!"
Wangchuan caught his elbow with one hand, pressed down from above with the other hand, pressed it on the back of his head, and pushed down.
Sukuna's face was pressed into the ground.
The gravel flew away and a pit opened in the ground. Sukuna's face was embedded in it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Wangchuan didn't give him a chance.
"I'm here to give you something good."
"What are you in a hurry for?"
He took out the finger from his sleeve.
An index finger cut from Itadori's body, carrying the power of five Sukuna's Finger.
In addition to the fifteen Sukuna's Finger that were already stored, a total of twenty fingers were put into Sukuna's mouth.
"Ugh!"
Sukuna's mouth was opened, and twenty fingers were inserted one after another. A vague and shocked groan came from his throat.
Then his consciousness was dragged into the soul space.
The black-red, boundless inner world.
Sukuna stood inside, with another self in front of him.
The afterimage that was Separation out of his body and composed of five fingers of Cursed Energy had no entity, only a vague humanoid outline.
Two Sukuna face to face.
"You..."
"Shut up." Afterimage Sukuna said, "Stop talking nonsense. Get together."
The Sukuna of this world think quickly, two Satoru Gojo, two of ourselves...
After thinking for a second, Sukuna roughly understood.
"You are more direct."
"Can you beat that guy outside?"
"... Can't beat it."
"That's it. Get together and have all twenty fingers together. Go out and fuck him."
"Okay."
The souls of two Sukuna collided.
Forty-Finger Sukuna appears!
real world.
Sukuna's body swelled Cursed Energy under Wangchuan's hands.
Cursed Energy, which was red, intense, and so dense that it almost solidified, surged out of his body, pushing out the surrounding rubble and ruins.
His four eyes were opened, with a ecstatic and dilated light that had just gained strength in his pupils.
Wangchuan let go of his hand and took a step back.
Sukuna stood up from the pit, moved his shoulders, turned his neck in a circle, and his joints crackled.
He felt the overflowing power in his body that almost burst his body.
Forty Finger Cursed Energy.
He grinned and smiled.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The laughter echoed in the ruins, making the gravel tremble.
He turned his head and looked at Wangchuan standing next to him, with four eyes shining brightly.
"Hello."
Sukuna spoke, with a sense of expansion in his newly gained strength and a sense of testing for the person in front of him.
"You pressed me just now, did it feel good?"
Wangchuan looked at him.
There was no emotion in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth moved.
Sukuna thought he was going to say something, and raised his chin slightly, ready to listen to the other party's reaction.
Wangchuan flashed up and slapped him in the face with a backhand.
"Pah."
Very loud.
Sukuna's head was hit to the side, and a red mark appeared on his face.
"???"
He was stunned, and his four eyes widened, "Oh my God! I can't see clearly!"
Wangchuan took back his hand, flicked his wrist, and looked at Sukuna's stunned face.
"Did you just feel like you were okay again?"