Qingxiao had no time to add cursed energy. At the last possible instant, he could only cross his arms, stacking one over the other.
Boom-!
A deafening crash of flesh against flesh erupted, and the entire ancient hall shook violently.
Gravel that had lain undisturbed for a century on the ceiling and sheets of plaster peeled away like rain. Dense, weblike cracks several meters long spread across the floor from where the two fought.
The terrifying impact shot through Qingxiao's arms into his torso, pulverizing the floor tiles beneath his feet.
His feet slid uncontrollably backward for several meters, his soles grinding two scorched-black grooves half a centimeter deep into the hard floor.
Agonizing pain shot along the nerves in his forearms straight to the crown of his head, leaving his entire arms numb.
There was not a trace of fear in Qingxiao's eyes. Instead, his fighting spirit burned ever fiercer, like a spark setting a prairie ablaze.
Toji Fushiguro has no cursed energy. His injuries will only grow worse, while I have Reverse Cursed Technique and can repair my body anytime, anywhere. I have the advantage!
Now that he knew his advantage, he would follow through to the end-trading injury for injury, staking his life against his opponent's.
Qingxiao immediately abandoned every cautious defensive stance, deliberately exposing all the vital points in his chest and abdomen. As Toji's second straight punch followed, he lunged forward instead of retreating.
Toji's heavy fist struck him square in the chest. His ribs caved in with the blow, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body.
Qingxiao closed the distance, cutting off Toji's room to move, and drove his right elbow toward Toji's vital points with everything he had. The elbow sliced sharply through the air without the slightest restraint.
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