The instant the Soul Liberation Blade's cold gleam swept across his shoulder and neck, Qingxiao felt the left half of his body grow light, followed by a chill that sank into his marrow.
It was not the sharp pain of flesh being sliced open, but the emptiness of his soul being forcibly severed.
This was an absolute counter, a death trap that the Jujutsu system could not resolve.
The Soul Liberation Blade cut not only flesh but the soul itself. Reverse Cursed Technique could only repair physical injuries; it was helpless against damage to the soul.
Qingxiao looked at his empty left shoulder and touched a fingertip to the beads of blood on the stump, knowing that his opponent had spoken the truth.
For any other Sorcerer, taking that slash would effectively mean losing half their fighting ability. Even if they survived by luck, that arm would be gone forever.
But.
His Cursed Technique had never followed conventional rules.
His body, soul, and Cursed Energy were bound together in symbiosis: damage to one harmed them all, and restoration to one restored them all.
His body's regeneration could trigger the restoration of his soul, and his soul's healing could simultaneously reconstruct his body. They were interlocking parts of a closed loop.
"Your level is too low. You'll never understand my current state."
Before he finished speaking, vast amounts of Cursed Energy surged without restraint toward his severed shoulder. Pale cyan healing light blazed, illuminating half the hall.
Before their eyes, flesh began growing wildly from the stump. Tendons extended and connected like vines, white bone slowly reformed from his shoulder blade, and fine nerves reconnected along the muscle fibers.
In just a few breaths, a completely intact left arm grew back.
He raised his hand and clenched his fist, his knuckles