"Beast... raw!"
Sukuna's face is turned sideways.
Red marks appeared on his cheeks, and his four eyes were widened.
This slap doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt.
Forty fingers of Cursed Energy were rushing through the body, and the physical strength had already been stretched to the limit of King of Curses. Wangchuan's slap did not even scratch the skin.
But it doesn't matter whether it hurts or not.
He Sukuna, King of Curses, the existence that made the entire Japanese Archipelago terrified during the Heian era, was killed by a junior.
In front of two Satoru Gojo, I slapped him in the face.
"You..."
Sukuna's neck slowly turned back, and the pupils in his four eyes shrank to pinpoints.
Cursed Energy exploded around his body, and the red air waves shook the gravel under his feet into powder.
"Do you know who you're hitting?"
Wangchuan tilted his head, his expression was very dull.
"I know."
"An ant who feels invincible just after holding forty fingers..."
Sukuna's mouth twitched.
"I'm going to kill you!"
His voice exploded, and he retreated violently back, pulling away, his feet plowing two deep ditches on the ruins, and stopped more than a hundred meters away.
Keep distance.
Wangchuan stood there looking at him, his hands in his sleeves, motionless.
Sukuna stood on the wreckage, raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed in the direction of Wangchuan.
The concentration on my fingertips was thicker than ever before.
Cursed Energy compresses, rotates, compresses, and rotates again on the fingertips. The red light spreads from the root of the finger to the fingertip, like a red-hot iron needle.
"Solution."
He played it.
There is only one.
But this one is completely different from the previous ones.
The width of the slash becomes wider and wider from the fingertips to the ground, turning from a line into a fan, and finally into an entire wall, tens of meters high, pushed out against the ground.
The sound of the air being cut is not "whoosh", but "boom".
It was as if the entire space had been torn open.
Wherever the slash passes, everything returns to zero.
Concrete, steel bars, Asphalt Road Surface... etc., everything is cut into powder.
The dust was pushed forward by the kinetic energy of the chop, forming a huge gray-white wave hundreds of meters high, which rolled forward along with the chop surface.
One kilometer, two kilometers, three kilometers.
The attack pushed out for a full three kilometers before stopping. All the buildings along the line were flattened, and the ground was scraped down to a depth of two meters.
A straight, smooth ravine was formed, as if it had been cut by some god's knife.
Smoke and dust rose hundreds of meters high, like a gray mushroom cloud.
This solution is far more powerful than any previous version.
The Cursed Energy of forty fingers is not addition, but exponential growth.
Sukuna put down his hand, stared at the end of the ravine with his four eyes, and grinned.
"Hahaha..."
He took a breath and his chest rose and fell.
The output of Cursed Energy with forty fingers is really powerful.
The guy in black robe stood in the middle of the attack and didn't move from beginning to end.
"He should be dead."
On the rooftop in the distance.
Number Two Satoru Gojo stood on the edge, Six Eyes was fully opened, and the trajectory of the slash was reflected in the blue pupils.
His brows furrowed.
It's not because he's afraid, it's because he sees it too clearly.
Cursed Energy's density, output efficiency, and slashing compression are all far beyond the level of Sukuna just now.
If the Sukuna just now was a heavy-duty truck, then the current Sukuna is a high-speed maglev train.
Not of the same magnitude at all.
"Now we're in trouble..."
His voice was low, almost talking to himself.
As soon as he finished speaking, a man sat down next to him.
Number One Satoru Gojo sat down on the cement guardrail at the edge of the roof, with his legs dangling outside.
He was playing around with his sunglasses.
"Hey, what's wrong? Your brows are as wrinkled as bitter gourds."
He tilted his head and looked at Number Two Satoru Gojo, with that iconic, unbeatable smile on his lips.
"Afraid?"
Number Two Satoru Gojo turned his head and glanced at him, but did not answer immediately.
There was silence for two seconds.
"Kind of."
Number One Satoru Gojo's smile froze for a moment, and then grew bigger.
"Ha!?"
He laughed and twirled his sunglasses on his fingers.
"This is not something I would say."
Number Two Satoru Gojo made no rebuttal and returned his gaze to the ruins plowed by black slashes in the distance.
"Satoru Gojo is the strongest."
Number One Satoru Gojo's voice came from the side, his tone was lazy, as if he was talking about the weather.
"No matter which world we are in, this is the unchanging truth."
"If the students heard what you just said, they would doubt their life."
Number Two Satoru Gojo's mouth moved, but he didn't smile.
"Of course I know I'm the strongest."
His voice was very calm, so calm that it seemed to be deliberately suppressed.
"But that Sukuna's current state is beyond description."
He turned his head and looked at Number One Satoru Gojo.
"The Cursed Energy amount of forty fingers, do you know what that is?"
Number One Satoru Gojo tilted his head, his sunglasses stopped on his fingers.
"I know."
"It's probably equivalent to two and a half years of me in my prime. Maybe... maybe... maybe even stronger."
He said it casually and didn't take it seriously.
Number Two Satoru Gojo looked at him, waiting for the next step.
Number One Satoru Gojo put on his sunglasses, turned his head, and looked at the smoke-filled ruins in the distance through the brown lenses.
"So?"
"No matter how strong he is, he is only strong within the human category."
Number Two Satoru Gojo's brows moved.
"Human category?"
I thought to myself, Sukuna shouldn't be considered a human being.
"Yes." Number One Satoru Gojo put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and looked at Sky Manipulation in the parallel world.
"What I said is, I am the strongest human being."
He deliberately emphasized the word human.
Number Two Satoru Gojo was silent for a moment, and her eyes followed his words and landed on the blurry figure in the center of the smoke.
At this time, Mahoraga is coming from a distance.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Qiaodou Sack, can you let me rest for a while?"
No. 1 Gojo said and kicked Mahoraga away in the air again.
Number 2 glanced at the location of Mahoraga, then turned his attention to the location of Wangchuan again.
Wangchuan is still standing where he is.
From the moment Sukuna retreated violently to the slashing attack, to the time the entire city block was cut into pieces, he didn't move a step.
Smoke and dust billowed around him, but when it was within half a meter of his body
It's like being separated by an invisible barrier, automatically diverging to both sides.
Six Eyes of Number Two Satoru Gojo focuses in that direction.
He couldn't see through the Cursed Energy structure of Wangchuan, but he could perceive a general outline.
That person's total amount of Cursed Energy is like a piece of the Deep, calm on the surface but bottomless underneath.
"Compared with him?"
Number Two Satoru Gojo asked.
Number One Satoru Gojo followed his line of sight and saw the black-robed figure looming in the smoke.
He smiled.
"I said it."
"I am the strongest human being."
He spelled out the word "human" clearly, then turned his head and looked at Number Two Satoru Gojo, his eyes behind his sunglasses bent.
"Wangchuan That guy is not a human being."