The platform was likewise packed with ordinary people fleeing in blind panic, their cries and screams mingling.
Finding it too crowded, Qingxiao leaped onto the tracks, the cold steel rails pressing against his soles.
He walked deeper into the tunnel, his steps as leisurely as if he were strolling through his own backyard.
Before he had gone far, the fluctuations of cursed energy deep in the tunnel became distinct.
Four figures approached, each occupying a corner, vaguely forming an encirclement.
Qingxiao swept his gaze around and pointed them out one by one, his tone like someone picking vegetables at a market:
"Octopus sashimi, Mount Fuji head, roadside greenery, striped nose."
His gaze passed over the four and settled on the shadows farther in, the corners of his mouth lifting:
"And that old priest in the back. Stop hiding. I can see you."
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows, wearing the exact same face of Nagayumi Jin as the one over by Satoru Gojo.
"Guyue Qingxiao, I thought seeing this face would make you charge straight at me, consequences be damned."
There was a hint of probing in Kenjaku's double's voice.
"Charge up and hit a soulless double?"
Qingxiao slipped his hands back into his coat pockets:
"I won't fall for the same trick twice.
"If you want to fight, bring your real body here."
The smile on Kenjaku's double's face stiffened. He was about to say something when Jogo cut him off sharply.
"Why waste words on him!"
Flames shot high from the top of Jogo's head, his voice full of malice. "Enough talk. Attack!"
At the same time, pillars of fire erupted from his palms, and he followed close behind to attack, banking on Qingxiao being unable to abandon the ordinary people and inevitably exposing an opening.
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