Wangchuan took back his hand and moved his fingers.
Good guy, whipping people out is better than anything else.
If he had known this, he should have found someone who was durable to practice with.
Sukuna is a natural punching bag with his rough skin and thick flesh.
Sukuna took three steps back and formed a seal with both hands. Cursed Energy surged throughout the body, and Domain Expansion had just pulled halfway through the starting position.
"Pah."
Wangchuan slapped the back of his hand, and the seal disappeared.
"Did I ask you to form seals? Did I ask you to move? Did I ask you to breathe?"
"If you don't let me, why do you move?"
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +3.5%. Current emotion retention ratio: 50.7%.]
More than half way.
Wangchuan silently calculated an account in his mind. At this rate, with another seven or eight strokes, he could call it a day and go back to drink tea.
His eyes looked at Sukuna Shendu a little gentler.
This is a walking emotional power bank.
Sukuna's breathing became thicker, his chest heaved violently, and the pupils in his four eyes shrank into four small black dots.
He had never been insulted like this in his life, never.
"I'm going to cut you into pieces."
"Pah."
"Before you are torn into pieces, you must learn to stand still before you speak."
"I'm telling you, your attitude will be a disadvantage in society."
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +4.0%. Current emotion retention ratio: 54.7%.]
Sukuna's Cursed Energy lost control for a moment in rage, and a red wave of air exploded outward.
Then the shadows under his feet skyrocketed.
"Mahoraga!"
Shadows surged up from the ground, and a huge white Shikigami rushed out of the shadows.
Sword of Extermination swept across, with the pressure accumulated after adapting to countless attacks, the sword blade cut towards Wangchuan's waist.
Wangchuan turned his head and glanced at Mahoraga.
Then he raised his hand and slapped Mahoraga on the face.
"Bang!"
Mahoraga was thrown out with his sword, spinning through four buildings, and disappeared behind the ruins of the fifth building.
Wangchuan took back his hand and flicked his wrist.
"Adults talk, children don't interrupt."
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +2.8%. Current emotion retention ratio: 57.5%.]
Do summons count? Wangchuan raised his eyebrows.
The criteria for judging this system are quite loose, and it is well received.
Sukuna's eyes lit up. The moment Wangchuan whipped Mahoraga away, his hand was already half a meter away from Wangchuan's side.
This distance is enough.
"Eight!"
The decisive slash, judged by the difference between Cursed Energy, erupted from the palm of Sukuna.
Then his right hand was shattered.
Starting from the fingertips, the skin, muscles, blood vessels, and bones were ground into powder in an instant, as if they had been inserted into an industrial crusher.
"What!"
Sukuna retreated violently, covering his broken right arm with his left hand, his four eyes widening.
His right hand was gone, and everything from the wrist down had turned into a ball of blood mist.
Reverse Cursed Technique is working hard to repair it, but the repair speed is much slower than he expected.
What did he feel just now?
When his palm reached half a meter to Wangchuan's side, there was something in that range.
Not Cursed Energy, not Cursed Technique, not anything he knew.
It's like the boundary of space itself is collapsing inward, and anything that enters that range will be crushed.
Sukuna's brain was running rapidly, recalling the knowledge he had seen about the world when he was in Yuji Itadori's body.
"Black Hole."
He thought of the word.
The half-meter range around this man is like the event horizon of a humanoid Black Hole, and anything that enters it will be crushed.
"You..."
Sukuna's right hand slowly grew back under Reverse Cursed Technique, and the bones, blood vessels, and muscles were rebuilt layer by layer.
He stared at Wangchuan, and the rage in his four eyes was slowly replaced by something colder.
"What the hell are you."
Wangchuan tilted his head.
"Ask your mother. Oh, your mother is gone."
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +2.5%. Current emotion retention ratio: 60.0%.]
"Ahhh!"
Sukuna's anger defeated fear again.
"Okay."
His Cursed Energy began to change. It was no longer the angry red wave of air that exploded outwards, but was drawn inward, deeper into his body.
"Okay, okay, okay."
He said yes three times in a row.
"You want to see it at full strength, right?"
His body began to deform.
Skin splits, bones rearrange, and muscles redistribute.
Four arms, two faces, no back neck, and the head is directly connected to the shoulders.
The tongue sticks out and a mark is carved on it.
There was a gash in the abdomen, and inside was another mouth.
The true form of Sukuna.
The original faces of Four Arms and King of Curses on both sides.
"Huh..."
Sukuna exhaled and white mist floated out of his mouth.
He raised his right hand and waved in the direction where Mahoraga flew out.
"Come back."
Deep in the ruins, Mahoraga climbed up from the rubble. Finally, Mahoraga completely melted into the shadow of Sukuna and disappeared.
"Adapt, transform."
Soon.
A Dharma Ring appeared above Sukuna's head.
It's exactly the same as the one on Mahoraga's head.
Original leather Ten Shadows Sukuna!
"Did you see that?"
Sukuna's four eyes stared at Wangchuan.
"Mahoraga has gotten used to the slap you just gave me."
"What it transferred to me was not only strength, but also resistance to your attacks."
His four arms clenched fists at the same time, and Cursed Energy condensed on the four fists.
"Now you can see all of me..."
Wangchuan appeared in front of him.
The distance was so close that the two faces were almost touching.
Then he raised his leg and kicked Sukuna in the face.
"Bang."
Sukuna flew out like a red cannonball, flying hundreds of meters close to the ground, crashing through three buildings and smashing into the foundation of the fourth building.
[Ding! Mood fluctuation +10.3%. Current emotion retention ratio: 70.3%.]
[Significant emotional release is detected, and the recovery of pleasant emotions is accelerated.]
Wangchuan retracted his legs, stood there, and put his hands back into his sleeves.
"What were you talking about just now?"
He tilted his head and his tone was casual.
"The wind was too strong, so I couldn't hear clearly. Say it again, louder this time, don't sound like a mosquito."
Sukuna was embedded in the ruins, with four eyes staring at Sky Manipulation above his head.
The face in the front had been kicked out of shape, the bridge of his nose was broken into three pieces, and half of his teeth were missing.
It took him three seconds to realize what was happening.
He was kicked away.
As soon as he said he could see my full strength, he was kicked away the next second.
"How can it be repaired?"
"Why is this happening?!"
Sukuna's chest rose and fell violently, with anger, humiliation, and something he was unwilling to admit surging in his chest.
Wangchuan stood on the spot, looking at the human-shaped pit embedded in the ruins, and the system prompts were still echoing in his mind.
One kick and ten slaps.
He was silent for two seconds and silently gave Sukuna a new name: Efficient Emotion Recycling Station.
The other side.
Number One Satoru Gojo stood up, put his hands back in his pockets, and turned his head to glance at the large pit where Sukuna was lying in the distance.
"This guy is really unfathomable. I thought he would warm up to some extent."
Number 2 was in shock, "What kind of monster is he...?"
At this time Number One Satoru Gojo starts to let Warm-Up.
"Wangchuan's warm-up is over."
He grinned and prepared to jump off the tall building.
"It's my turn."
Number Two Satoru Gojo asked.
"Hello."
Number One Satoru Gojo Look back.
Number Two Satoru Gojo stood by the guardrail, the wind blowing his white hair.
"Will you win?"
Number One Satoru Gojo smiled, took out a bag from his waist, and twelve Talisman floated out one after another.
"It will win."