[The man clenched his teeth and forcibly swallowed the scream rising from deep in his throat.]
[Yet in stark contrast to his battered body, shock and wild joy surged through his heart like a tsunami.]
[As a powerful fighter who had once stood at the pinnacle of an era, his perception of cursed energy and cursed techniques was extraordinarily keen.]
[From those few brief exchanges alone, he could declare with absolute certainty that what you had first used to block his crushing staff strike was a technique with an absolute defensive mechanism; what had then sealed him into some planar dimension was a second, entirely different technique effect; and what had finally severed his arm cleanly without the slightest warning was a third, exceptionally lethal offensive technique!]
[But what truly made his scalp prickle and even his soul tremble was not the fact that you possessed multiple techniques, but the ease with which you had just performed that sequence of maneuvers capable of instantly killing a Special Grade, as leisurely as a stroll through a courtyard, as though you were merely brushing dust off your clothes.]
[So strong...!]
[The thought split through his mind like lightning.]
[The man was certain that even if he searched his long, bloodstained life from past to present, you were absolutely the strongest of all the Jujutsu Sorcerers he had encountered thus far!]
[At that moment, not even the slightest fear of death arose in his heart.]
[On the contrary, the excitement that erupted only when he encountered someone truly capable of driving him into a corner had already surpassed its threshold and reached the very height of madness.]
[In that instant, this pure fighting spirit utterly overwhelmed and surpassed every physical agony of his severed arm.]
[He let out a hoarse, feverish roar and,