Sukuna was lying in the pit, staring at Sky Manipulation above his head with four eyes.
His chest was still heaving, and the nose bridge on the front face had just been repaired by Reverse Cursed Technique.
My teeth have grown back, but the buzzing in my head hasn't gone away.
The moment he was kicked away, he didn't even see Wangchuan lift his leg clearly.
The adaptations transferred from Cursed Energy and Mahoraga with forty fingers, and all the panels after the real body was liberated, looked like paper in front of that man.
"How can it be repaired?"
"Why is this happening?!"
He punched the gravel next to him, and the stone shattered into powder, but the slight pain from his fist made him even more annoyed.
"Oi~"
A silly sound came from the edge of the pit.
Sukuna tilted his head and turned his four eyes upward.
Number One Satoru Gojo squatted on the edge of the pit, with sunglasses on his forehead. The pale blue Six Eyes looked down at him, smiling as if he was visiting a zoo.
"Have you had enough lying down? Do you want me to throw you two coins to cheer you up?"
Sukuna's gaze moved upward an inch.
He noticed.
Satoru Gojo Dharma Ring The one above my head is gone.
Bald white hair, nothing.
Sukuna's four eyes narrowed. Did he put it away by himself, or has it been consumed?
If it is all consumed, then this Satoru Gojo is now in a naked state without the ability to adapt.
If it's put away... that's another story.
But no matter which way, at least he doesn't have that disgusting Dharma Ring spinning around now.
"Tsk."
Sukuna sat up from the pit, wiped the gravel off his shoulders, and stared at Satoru Gojo with four eyes.
"Where's your circle? It's used up?"
"Guess."
"I'm asking you."
"Take a guess."
Sukuna's mouth twitched.
Number One Satoru Gojo stood up, took two steps back, took his hand out of his pocket, moved his ten fingers, and the joints clicked.
"Don't guess, I put that thing away so that it can be used again, but it's not a perpetual motion machine. It will be useless after use. I can't bear to use it now."
After saying that, he raised his fingers towards Sukuna.
"Come, fight me."
Sukuna was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
"Hahaha..."
That laughter carried a sense of release after finally finding an outlet after being continuously humiliated.
"You want to fight me?"
He put his four arms on the ground, pushed himself up from the pit, and stood up straight.
"What do you mean, Satoru Gojo, you think I can't defeat that monster, do you think I'm weak?"
"Are you sure you're not here to die?"
Just talking.
Sukuna's gaze crossed Satoru Gojo and landed on the rooftop in the distance.
Wangchuan stood on the edge of the roof, with his hands in his sleeves, looking over here.
Sukuna's eyes stopped on him for two seconds, with obvious vigilance and testing.
Wangchuan met his gaze.
Then he took his hands out of his sleeves, spread his hands to both sides, and shrugged his shoulders.
The meaning is very clear.
If you fight, I'll just watch and won't do anything.
Sukuna stared at the action of spreading his hands for two seconds, then slowly turned his gaze back and landed on Satoru Gojo.
The corners of his mouth opened again, and the pupils in his four eyes no longer shrank to pinpoints.
Instead, it returned to the playful and dangerous light it had before.
"Okay."
His tone changed, back to the tone of being invincible and not looking down upon anyone.
"Then I'll kill you first and then settle the score with that guy."
"Hey, your confidence has returned again?"
"That's right, so I'm going to kill you."
Number One Satoru Gojo After listening to what he said, he tilted his head.
"Well, are you done?"
"That's it."
"Then let me tell you something."
Number One Satoru Gojo took out his hand from his pocket, raised his right index finger, and pointed it at Sukuna.
"Bring your horses over here."
The words just fell.
Sukuna moved.
There is no warning, no starting point.
He simply disappeared from where he was.
All forty fingers of Cursed Energy were poured into both legs.
Six Eyes, which was as fast as Number Two Satoru Gojo, only captured a blurry red afterimage on the roof.
Sukuna appeared in front of Number One Satoru Gojo, with four arms raised at the same time, palms aimed at Satoru Gojo's chest.
"Eight."
With all your strength.
The forty-fingered Cursed Energy is compressed in the palms of the four arms, and slashes are erupted from four directions at the same time, converging inward with Satoru Gojo as the center.
The ground, buildings, and ruins for hundreds of meters around were all cut into pieces in that instant.
The concrete turned into sand, the steel bars turned into powder, and even the air was cut into white marks.
The position where Satoru Gojo was standing, including the people and the ground, was cut off.
A hemispherical depression with a diameter of several hundred meters appeared on the ground. The cut surface was as smooth as a watermelon dug with a knife.
Sukuna stood in the center of the depression, with his four arms still stretched out, and his four eyes staring at the blood mist in front of him that had not yet dissipated.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Sukuna's four eyes were staring at the cloud of smoke, the smile on his face was distorted, and he was so excited that he was perverted.
"Hahahahahaha!"
His laughter exploded on the ruins, his four arms spread out, the mouth on his chest grinned, and his tongue licked the air.
"How dare you not use Limitless without Adaptation Ring! Who do you think you are!"
He turned around and faced the direction of the distant roof, patting the dust off his body with four arms.
"Did you see that guy! I killed him!"
The smoke and dust haven't dispersed yet.
Sukuna couldn't stop laughing, and her shoulders were shaking.
"Satoru Gojo? The strongest? Hahahahahaha!"
Roof.
Number Two Satoru Gojo's expression changed.
His Six Eyes focused on the cloud of smoke and dust, and he could clearly see that the breath of Number One Satoru Gojo disappeared at that moment.
It was chopped up and reduced to powder.
"That guy's speed..." Number Two Satoru Gojo's voice was tight, "The full force thrust of forty fingers was faster than the attack just now, and the force was hundreds of times stronger."
His feet had already taken half a step forward, his hands were taken out of his pockets, and Cursed Energy began to gather together.
The self who came from the parallel world actually held the Limitless and swallowed it with all his strength with forty fingers, without even wearing the Dharma Ring.
What is the difference between this and courting death?
"Oops... I have to."
"Don't worry."
A hand pressed on his shoulder.
Number Two Satoru Gojo Look back.
Wangchuan stood next to him, pressing his shoulder with one hand, looking at the cloud of smoke in the distance with his purple eyes.
"Keep watching."
Number Two Satoru Gojo frowned. "He was chopped into pieces."
"Hmm."
"You want me to continue watching?"
"You'll know after you read it."
Wangchuan tilted his head and his eyes fell on the blood mist.
Number Two Satoru Gojo followed his line of sight and looked over.
Sukuna is still laughing, leaning back and forth with laughter, four arms slapping his thighs, and two mouths making a stacked laughter that echoes in the sunken ruins.
"It made me laugh to death. It really made me laugh to death. I thought it was so powerful, but in the end I couldn't even withstand a knife..."
"Hey, hey."
A voice sounded from behind Sukuna.
Very casual and lazy.
Sukuna's laughter stopped.
The whole figure looked like someone had pressed the pause button.
His four eyes are still bent, but their pupils have shrunk.
"You are smiling so happily. Did you find some treasure?"
Sukuna stood straight in an instant.
Turn around suddenly and throw out a shot back at the same time.
The slash cuts through the ground, cutting everything behind it in half.
No target found.
But the voice is not behind.
"Too slow."
The voice came from his side.
Sukuna head tilted.
Satoru Gojo stood three steps to his left, with his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to look at him.
There wasn't even a hole on her body, and her white short sleeves were clean, not even stained with dust.
"And it's too weak."
Sukuna's four eyes widened.
"You..."
"That's all forty fingers?"
Satoru Gojo tilted his head, his tone was exactly the same as when Wangchuan commented on him just now.
"I thought it would at least scratch my clothes."
Sukuna's mind is running rapidly.
He clearly saw that Satoru Gojo was chopped into pieces, the blood mist exploded, and not even the bones were left.
But this man was standing in front of him now without even a hair falling out.
"How."