Sukuna stared at him, his four eyes scanning back and forth on Satoru Gojo.
"How."
Satoru Gojo looked at him, smiled, then pulled up the white short sleeves on his body and tore them open.
"It doesn't hurt to tell you."
"Here, let me show you a baby."
Sukuna's eyes fell on his waist.
A belt, black, looks ordinary, but there are twelve round Talisman embedded in the belt.
Each one is engraved with different animal patterns and colors, and there is a faint light flowing on the surface.
"Twelve Talismans."
Satoru Gojo patted the belt, with a sense of pride in showing off a new toy in his tone.
"Wangchuan Lend it to me temporarily."
He pointed at one of the yellow ones with a dog engraved on it, Talisman.
"Dog Talisman, immortal."
"You just cut me into pieces, it was Dog Talisman who pulled me back."
"No attack can kill me. This is a rule level, Sukuna."
Sukuna stared at the Dog Talisman, then looked up at the Wangchuan on the rooftop in the distance.
The man stood on the edge of the roof, his hands in his sleeves, his purple eyes looking here with a faint expression.
Sukuna's mind is spinning.
Twelve Talisman, each one has different abilities.
That Dog Talisman is life-saving.
He has just experienced the effects of Talisman.
There are eleven left and I don't know what they are.
And these things don't seem to have consumption limits like Dharma Ring.
"How can it be repaired? This kind of thing shouldn't exist in this world."
Sukuna's voice fell silent.
His eyes wandered into the distance again.
The man in black robe still stood there, not even changing his posture.
Sukuna looked away and was about to say something more.
Satoru Gojo's feet have arrived.
"Bang."
Kicked Sukuna on the waist.
Sukuna flew sideways, with his four arms spread out, and turned around in the air. When he landed, he staggered two steps before standing still.
"What the hell..."
"I was stunned on the battlefield?" Satoru Gojo took his feet back and tilted his head, "What kind of gentleman do you think I am?"
Sukuna's face twitched and he became furious.
"Don't talk about martial ethics!"
The four arms were raised at the same time, all fingertips were aligned with Satoru Gojo, and Cursed Energy was compressed on the fingertips.
"Solve it! Solve it!"
More than a dozen shots were fired at the same time, cutting through from all angles, and the dense slash net covered the entire area where Satoru Gojo was standing.
Satoru Gojo didn't hide.
He opened his arms and thrust his chest forward to face the slashes.
"Hahahaha..."
"The noble horse gave me the power to heal everything - broken bones, bleeding, dying, take them all back!"
"The wounds are closing, the blood is receding... it hurts? What is pain? My body is now a temple!"
The slash cut into his body, the skin and flesh split open, blood spattered out, and then the lines of Horse Talisman lit up, and the wound closed instantly.
"Come again! Come again!"
He walked forward, facing the cutting net, and every cut left a hole in his body.
Then Horse Talisman was illuminated and the mouth was closed without leaving any scar.
"It's so cool! Sukuna! Try harder!"
Sukuna's four eyes stared at him, and the slashing did not stop, but his face became darker and darker.
"Kid!!!"
Rooftop in the distance.
The moment Yuji Itadori saw Satoru Gojo being chopped into pieces, he rushed forward and almost fell from the roof.
"Gojo teacher!"
Then he saw Satoru Gojo's whistle being cut into pieces, and his heart went cold.
Then he saw it appear intact as before.
Itadori breathed a sigh of relief, his legs went weak and he almost sat on the ground.
"I was scared to death... I thought Teacher Gojo was dead..."
Megumi Fushiguro stood aside, looking at the white-haired man on the battlefield who opened his arms to receive the attack, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Is his brain damaged?"
Kugisaki was squatting on the side, holding up his mobile phone to take pictures, and his mouth was not idle.
"That's right, any normal person would hit the Zhanshou net. Even if he doesn't die, does it hurt?"
"He seems to be enjoying it." Itadori looked at Satoru Gojo's face that looked like it was smiling.
"... He is indeed mentally disturbed." Kugisaki concluded.
On the other side, Shoko Ieiri was leaning against the broken wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it. He raised his right hand and teased Jormungandr with his index finger on top of his head.
She shook her fingers in front of Jormungandr's head, left and right.
Jormungandr coiled on top of her head, turned its head twice following her fingers, and then patted the back of her hand with its tail.
"Stop being ridiculous."
"Quite cute."
"I am World Serpent, not a cat."
"You just followed it twice."
"That was my instinctive reaction."
Jormungandr spit out the letter, with a helpless look in his voice.
If this person hadn't been a friend of its owner, it would have swallowed it in one bite, based on its previous temper.
Yuki Tsukumo stood aside, holding his arms, looking at the row of Talisman on Satoru Gojo's waist.
"Twelve."
There was a tone of evaluation in her voice like when Special Grade Sorcerer saw the best Cursed Tool.
"Each one has different abilities. It would be more appropriate to resurrect him just now... rather than remain alive."
Her eyes scanned Talisman.
"The remaining eleven..."
She tilted her head.
"I don't know what other effects it has. But this one alone is outrageous enough."
She glanced at Wangchuan.
"How many of these things does that man have in his hands?"
Wangchuan heard the words of Tsukumo, and the corner of his mouth moved.
On the battlefield.
Sukuna's slashing stopped.
He could see that these Talisman were not consumables, unlike Dharma Ring which would become useless after a few turns.
Satoru Gojo took more than a dozen shots, Horse Talisman lit up more than a dozen times, and it was repaired instantly each time, and Talisman's light didn't dim at all.
This thing is permanent, at least on this time scale, with no limit in sight.
Sukuna's four eyes narrowed.
He can't try using slash again, it's just a waste of time.
There has to be another way.
"Nue."
He raised his hand, and the shadows poured out from under his feet, spreading out over a large area.
"Come out."
There is something pushing upward in the shadow.
Then Sky Manipulation went dark.
A pair of wings spread out from the shadow, rushed upward, and grew bigger and bigger, until they were so big that they blocked the moonlight above their heads.
The wings spread out to one kilometer.
Each of the black feathers is as big as a person. When the wingspan is spread out, the entire Shinjuku Ward Sky Manipulation is covered.
Itadori's jaw dropped.
"Wow..."
Kugisaki's cell phone almost fell to the ground.
"What is this! Why is it so big!"
Megumi Fushiguro stood nearby, looking at the Nue in the sky that was blocking out the sun, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Kugisaki glanced at him.
"Fushiguro, why is the Nue you summoned only two or three meters tall?"
"..."
"Look at someone else's Sukuna, it's one kilometer. Yours is two or three meters."
"Shut up."
"Is your penis underdeveloped?"
"I said shut up."
Megumi Fushiguro gritted his teeth and stared at the giant Nue in the sky.
Can his Cursed Energy compare with Sukuna?
The Shikigami summoned by the forty-fingered Sukuna is not at the same level as the Shikigami summoned by his authentic descendant Ten Shadows Technique.
But he didn't say this.
Satoru Gojo stood on the ground, raising his head and looking at the huge nun in the sky. His sunglasses were pushed up and placed on his forehead, with the pale blue Six Eyes shining brightly.
"Oh~"
he drawled.
"So big."
Nue's wings flapped.
Countless Lightning slashed from the wings, blue and white, each one as thick as a tree trunk, and they all hit the position where Satoru Gojo was standing.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Lightning struck the ground, exploding the entire area into a sea of thunder, and the blue-white light illuminated half of Shinjuku Ward.
Sukuna stood at the edge of the Thunder Sea, looking at the dazzling light with four eyes.
He would like to see how to connect this Satoru Gojo.
The lightning slowly dispersed.
Sukuna stared at the center of the thunder sea.
Satoru Gojo is not there.
Sukuna's pupils shrank.
"When..."
His four eyes scanned the Sky Manipulation, the edge of the sea of thunder, and the ruins.
Then he felt it.
Nue's head.
Satoru Gojo stood on top of Nue's head, standing in the middle of the huge Shikigami's head, with one hand on Nue's feathers, looking down at Sukuna, smiling brightly.
"When did you run there..." Sukuna's voice came out from between his teeth.
Satoru Gojo pressed his palm down.
Something is gathering in the palm of my hand.
The lines of Dragon Talisman lit up on the back of his hand, and golden-red light seeped into Nue's body from the palm of his hand.
"Noble Fire Dragon open your throat and burn it!"
"Boom!"
Nue's body exploded from the inside.
The one-kilometer-wide wings were blown into pieces, and the huge body disintegrated in the air. The black feathers and lightning fell together to the ground, like a black snow falling.
Satoru Gojo jumped off the blown Nue, turned around in the air, and landed behind Sukuna.
The two people were back to back, less than half a meter apart.
Satoru Gojo turned his head, facing Sukuna sideways, with the corners of his mouth curved.
"Is there anything stronger?"
Sukuna's counterattack is eight strokes.
Satoru Gojo is no longer where it was.
Sukuna turned around, chasing the afterimage in the air with his four eyes, and saw Satoru Gojo standing twenty meters away, with his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to look at him.
"Too slow."
Sukuna's pupils shrank.
So fast.
At least a hundred times faster than before.
At the speed of Satoru Gojo just now, he could barely keep up with his four eyes. At this speed, he could only see a blurry line.
"You..."