Number Two Satoru Gojo's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Not a human?"
"What do you mean?"
Number One Satoru Gojo didn't answer directly. He just took off his sunglasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, and put them back on.
"Literally."
"That guy's specifications are not in the same dimension as ours."
His tone was rare and serious for a moment, and then returned to that casual tone.
"Just think of him as a passing Kamen Rider."
Number Two Satoru Gojo:"..."
Damn it, am I so stupid in parallel time and space? Why didn't you say it was Ultraman passing by?
Now is not the time for joking, please be serious!
Hello!
He was silent for a few seconds, digesting the information, and then changed the question.
"Is that guy okay?"
He pointed in the direction of Wangchuan in the smoke.
"You saw the power of the Sukuna shot just now. Did he take it hard?"
"Forced to eat?" Number One Satoru Gojo laughed, "Do you think he seemed to have forced to eat?"
Number Two Satoru Gojo took another look.
Wangchuan stood in the center of the smoke, his posture was exactly the same as before, even the wrinkles at the corners of his clothes had not changed.
He even saw Wangchuan raise his hand and dust the non-existent dust on his cuffs.
"Okay."
Number Two Satoru Gojo looked away and asked another question he had always wanted to ask.
"What did that guy feed Sukuna just now?"
Number One Satoru Gojo played with the sunglasses in his hand, the lenses reflecting orange-red light in the setting sun.
"Fingers."
"Sukuna's Finger."
Number Two Satoru Gojo's pupils shrank.
"Say it again?"
"There are twenty Sukuna's Finger in our world, all of which were collected by my friend."
Number One Satoru Gojo's tone was still relaxed, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"What he fed to this Sukuna just now is the Sukuna from our world. There are twenty in total."
"In other words, this Sukuna now has forty fingers of Cursed Energy."
Number Two Satoru Gojo was silent.
There was silence for a long time.
Then he spoke, with an urge to curse that he tried to suppress in his voice.
"... Are you crazy?"
"Huh?" Number One Satoru Gojo tilted his head.
"Release a forty-fingered Sukuna and fight it in our world?"
Number Two Satoru Gojo's fingers clenched the guardrail tightly, and several cracks appeared on the cement surface.
"Do you know what this means? If this guy loses control, the entire human race in Japan will die!"
Number One Satoru Gojo looked at him, his eyes behind the sunglasses were calm.
"I know."
"Then you..."
"But I know another thing better."
Number One Satoru Gojo interrupted him, jumped down from the guardrail, stood on the edge of the roof, and patted the dust on his pants.
He turned his head and looked at Number Two Satoru Gojo, his mouth curved, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a firm, almost stubborn confidence.
"I am the strongest."
"Whether the opponent is Sukuna with twenty fingers or Sukuna with forty fingers, this will not change."
He paused.
"And even if the situation really gets out of control."
He turned his head and looked at the black-robed figure in the smoke.
"Wangchuan will take action."
Number Two Satoru Gojo followed his line of sight and looked over.
The smoke and dust are slowly dissipating.
In the center of the ruins.
Sukuna stood there, with four eyes shining, grinning from the corner of his mouth to his ears, with a kind of fanatical, almost crazy excitement on his face.
"I didn't expect to be alive."
"It doesn't matter if I die like this, my anger will not be vented."
Wangchuan stood in the middle of the ruins and looked up at the gray mushroom cloud in the sky.
"Tsk!"
"It's really an eyesore."
He raised his right hand and waved lightly.
The entire Sky Manipulation seemed to have been pressed by an invisible hand, and all the raised dust, gravel, and concrete dust were pressed back to the ground at that moment.
The air within a three-kilometer radius becomes clean again within seconds.
"Huh."
Wangchuan retracted his hand, turned his head, and looked at Sukuna standing on the pile of debris in the distance.
"That's the solution for forty fingers?"
His voice was not loud, but it was heard very clearly in the ruins that suddenly became quiet.
Sukuna's mouth twitched.
Wangchuan tilted his head.
"The farts of my pets are more powerful than this."
"You have been practicing for a thousand years, shouldn't it be considered two thousand years now, and you have just achieved this?"
"How about I give you a leave and re-make it? I'll pay for the tuition."
[Ding!]
The voice of the system rang in his head.
[Host mood swings detected increased by 15%.]
[Current emotion retention ratio: approximately 31.2%.]
[Emotions are recovering.]
Wangchuan The tip of his eyebrows moved imperceptibly.
Oh? Swearing can also raise your mood? Has the system been revised?
Roof direction.
Jormungandr raised his head from Shoko Ieiri's head, and the silver-white Viper spat out a message, his voice lazily, with a bit of offended dissatisfaction.
"Hey, Master, I don't like hearing what you say anymore."
The tip of its tail patted Shoko's hair.
"My fart is not that powerful. It can at least collapse half a street. You are insulting me."
Shoko Ieiri tilted his head and looked at the snake above his head that was protesting seriously.
"You still fart?"
"Of course I can. I am Jormungandr, World Serpent. I can even surround the world. What if I fart and collapse half of the street?"
"Then let me take a look."
"I don't want to let go now."
"Then it won't."
"I will, I just don't have the need right now."
No one answered the conversation on the rooftop, but Yuki Tsukumo was already bent over with laughter.
The other side.
His four eyes stared at Wangchuan, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead.
The red Cursed Energy was surging around the body, so thick that it seemed to burn through the air.
"What did you just say?"
His voice is very low.
Wangchuan looked at him with a rare smile.
"You can't use your ears either? I said you can't."
"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Don't hold on, it's so pitiful."
"If it doesn't work, just kneel down and call daddy. If I'm in a good mood, I might teach you."
Sukuna disappeared.
He moved, faster than ever before. All the Cursed Energy from forty fingers were poured into his legs, and a pit with a diameter of more than ten meters exploded on the ground under his feet.
He appeared in front of Wangchuan, and punched out Cursed Energy with his right fist that was compressed to the extreme.
"Kill you!"
The fist was still half a meter away from Wangchuan's face.
Wangchuan is missing.
Sukuna's fist was empty, and the shock wave exploded from his fist, smashing the building in front of him into pieces.
Before he could retract his fist, a crisp sound came from the back of his head.
"Pah."
Wangchuan stood behind him and slapped him on the back of the head with his right hand.
"With your hands raised so high, you want to pick the moon? Do you have the strength?"
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +3.7%. Current emotion retention ratio: 34.9%. Pleasurable mood continues to recover.]
Wangchuan was slightly heartbroken.
How much does it cost to slap someone? It's much more efficient than scolding someone.
"Beast!"
"Pah."
Wangchuan slapped the side of his face with his left hand backhand.
"Your mouth is so dirty, your mother never taught you how to brush your teeth? Oh yes, your mother is gone. So you are self-taught?"
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +4.1%. Current emotion retention ratio: 39.0%.]
Wangchuan almost laughed. Okay, this is a good deal.
Sukuna's elbow was deflected in the wrong direction, causing him to turn half a circle.
Hearing Wangchuan insult his mother, Sukuna became furious.
"Don't insult my mother! You beast! I'll kill you!"
"Pah."
"I didn't expect you to be a filial son. Okay, I won't greet your mother."
Sukuna hurriedly started attacking again.
"Look, you are in a hurry!"
Withdrawing his right hand, he slapped the other side of his face with his forehand.
"Why are you so anxious to reincarnate?"
"Oh, yes, you are already dead. How about dying again? Go in line. There are many people in front of you."
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +3.9%. Current emotion retention ratio: 42.9%.]
Wangchuan The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
It's interesting, it's really interesting. It's the first time I've discovered that beating someone can bring back their emotions.
Last time, I should have smoked Kenjaku them slowly.
"What a waste."
Sukuna retreated violently and distanced himself. His four eyes were bloodshot and the red marks on his face were stacked three times.
"You!"
"Pah."
Wangchuan didn't know when he came in front of him again, slapped him on the mouth, and knocked back what he said next.
"How dare you show your teeth?"
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +4.3%. Current emotion retention ratio: 47.2%. Pleasurable emotion has returned to nearly half value.]