"Watch out!"
Qingxiao's pupils contracted sharply, and he reached for Suguru Geto's collar almost on instinct.
But the blade came too fast. Worse still, Suguru Geto was lost in thought, his vigilance at rock bottom.
By the time the warning snapped him back to his senses, it was too late to dodge completely. He instinctively raised his left arm to block.
Blood sprayed out instantly, staining half his uniform red.
Suguru Geto's left arm was severed at the shoulder and hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Agony exploded along his nerves. Suguru Geto grunted and staggered back half a step, cold sweat instantly covering his temples.
Amid the pain came even half a second of disorientation-just a moment ago, he had still been agonizing over "what a Jujutsu Sorcerer's bottom line was."
A moment later, he could not even keep his body intact. The absurdity rose with the smell of blood, leaving him dizzier than a concussion.
After landing his strike, the Curse User did not press his attack at all. He did not even look at Suguru Geto's face again.
He hooked his toe upward and used Cursed Energy to lift the severed arm into the air, then flipped his wrist and slipped it precisely into the Cave-Heaven Pouch at his waist.
He clenched his teeth without crying out, his right eye contracting sharply as he stared fixedly at the black-clad figure emerging from the shadows.
The man was wrapped in a full-length black robe, his face hidden behind a Cursed-Insignia Mask. He held a long, narrow black blade, from which beads of blood slowly dripped.
From start to finish, his target had never been a life. It had been the arm.
"You're dead!"
Almost the very second the arm left the body, his Cursed Energy erupted, and