On the battlefield, Qingxiao stepped forward again, giving Sukuna no chance to breathe. He would finish him while he was down!
Sukuna kept retreating, seemingly beaten back at every turn, but his eyes remained utterly calm.
He held back, waiting for that moment!
Sukuna twisted aside to dodge an uppercut, the fist brushing past the hem of his clothes.
As he retreated, he suddenly spoke, his voice carrying through the entire street on cursed energy:
"Guyue Qingxiao! Don't you care about your student at all?
If I die, Megumi Fushiguro won't survive either!"
He could no longer afford to care about his dignity. He only wanted to buy a little more time.
Qingxiao did not stop.
His lead hand threw successive feinting hooks at Sukuna's face, the wind from his punches scattering the dust. At the same time, he swept out a roundhouse kick, cutting off every escape route.
"Only those who survive deserve to be my students!"
The sound of rushing air reached Sukuna's ears alongside Qingxiao's exhilarated voice.
When his strike missed, Qingxiao lunged forward again, driving a rear-hand hook straight at Sukuna's face!
With Qingxiao in this state, even a passing dog would have to take two Black Flashes before he let it leave!
Just as Sukuna hunched over to take the punch head-on, Satoru Gojo finished charging his second Hollow Technique, "Purple," at the far end of the street.
"That's enough playing house!"
The purple-black virtual mass blasted down the street, crushing the paving tiles as it skimmed the ground. It plowed a deep furrow through the earth, spraying rubble to either side as though an invisible, enormous plow had turned it over.
The Hollow Technique cut off every angle of escape to the left and right. Even the gaps between the ruined buildings offered no