"Die, brat!"
Igarashi Amaha raised his fist as well and swung it hard.
There was no grace to it,
nor any Cursed Technique,
just an eruption of pure physical strength!
Scalding purple flames coursed through his bones, greatly boosting both his speed and strength.
Bang!!!
The air screamed overhead.
Their fists collided heavily in midair, unleashing a terrifying blast of air.
The fierce wind made Yokoyama's expensive suit flap loudly.
Yellow sand instantly swept up from the ground, countless grains dancing through the sky.
Sato, who had been watching everything from a distance, suddenly widened her eyes in shock.
This kid... the last few times I went there, he barely had any cursed energy. How has he become so strong now...? Facing a long-established Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer like Yokoyama, he didn't show a trace of fear. He actually, decisively... went in for the attack!
Igarashi... nothing but scrap from a bygone era. Just disappear quietly already.
Amid the swirling yellow sand, the boy wore a resolute expression and a bold smile, the blast of air sending the hair over his forehead dancing wildly.
Like a ferocious beast, he tore through the yellow sand!
"It's just a bit of mud! Get the hell out of my way!"
Boom!!!
Countless flames erupted from Igarashi Amaha's fist, engulfing Yokoyama in an instant.
Igarashi Amaha planted his other hand on Yokoyama's fist, used it as leverage to twist in midair, and kicked straight out.
The next moment.
Bang!!
Yokoyama shot backward like a missile, hurtling at tremendous speed before crashing heavily into the ground dozens of meters away.
Looking at the huge crater Yokoyama had made, Sato began to panic. She hurriedly hid in a corner and started dialing, preparing to call for reinforcements.
But just as she frantically unlocked her phone, a wave of heat swept over her, instantly coating her forehead in sweat.
"No calling backup, Ms. Sato."
A flippant voice sounded from above. Sato stiffened, swallowed, and cautiously looked up, only to find Igarashi Amaha, his body wreathed in flames, looking at her with amusement.
Just a few days ago, he had still been her plaything, but now their positions had completely reversed. The feeling left Sato humiliated.
But her reason told her that he was merely a country bumpkin who had just awakened his Cursed Technique and happened to bear the surname Igarashi. With that thought, she stopped being afraid, stumbled to her feet, and looked Igarashi Amaha straight in the eye, saying haughtily, "Do you know who my father is? He's Sa-"
"Shh."
Before she could finish, a finger radiating scorching heat stopped beside her lips. The heat it gave off instantly raised a blister on his cherry-red lips.
"Who's your daddy? You'll have to ask your mom. But based on my analysis, it probably can't be me, since you're older than I am. So there's no point telling me, you know?"
Sato felt both humiliated and furious at Igarashi Amaha's words, but the pain in her lips told her not to make any rash moves, or this guy really would kill her!
Her face flushed as she mumbled, "Ye... yes."
Igarashi Amaha nodded in satisfaction. He took the phone from Sato's hand, turned it this way and that, and said, "I'm confiscating your phone. Go on, go play somewhere else. Don't worry, I won't kill you. You're fairly good-looking, after all. You're worth quite a bit."
Sato froze on the spot when she heard that, then hurriedly demanded in disbelief, "What do you mean? What do you mean, worth money? What are you going to do to me?"
"Well, to put it simply..."
"Bastard, get away from the young lady!" came an angry shout.
Whoosh!!
Bang!!
Without even turning his head, Igarashi Amaha held out one hand and caught the enormous tree flying toward him. He shrugged at Sato, then turned and walked toward Yokoyama.
"Hey, you mud-mixing dumbass. Do all you guys with rock-related skills have massive HP bars? You sure can take a beating."
Yokoyama froze at what Igarashi Amaha called him, then the veins on his forehead began twitching uncontrollably. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Bastard, I'm going to tear that mouth of yours apart."
"Aaaaargh!!!"
Yokoyama stretched both arms back, veins bulging all over his body as his cursed energy erupted. With a furious roar, he swung both arms forward.
Rumble!! Rumble!!
A stone pillar comparable to a high-rise rose from the ground and bore down on Igarashi Amaha.
Igarashi Amaha's gaze sharpened, flames surging all over his body. With a whoosh, he vanished from the spot, leaving only a spark behind.
"You're not getting away!"
Yokoyama swung his arms, and the stone pillar abruptly accelerated, hurtling in Igarashi Amaha's direction.
"It's got lock-on? Sure enough, it wasn't that simple."
Igarashi Amaha stopped in his tracks. Flames blazed furiously around his arms, instantly forming two protective blades that wrapped around them!
"If I can't dodge it, I'll cut you apart! Aah!! Hah!!"
The stone pillar collided with the blades. After only a moment's resistance, it split down the middle like tofu, kicking up a cloud of sand. It went a little too smoothly.
Something's wrong! The thought flashed through Igarashi Amaha's mind. Without hesitation, he immediately crossed his arms over his chest to defend.
Sure enough, bang!!
The flying sand tore apart, and a gigantic fist made of rock came smashing toward his face.
Despite having already put up his guard, Igarashi Amaha was still blasted straight backward into an enormous tree. Clutching his chest, he began coughing up blood.
Yokoyama gave him no chance to catch his breath. He darted in front of Igarashi Amaha in a single stride and began hammering away with both fists!
"Ah, ora ora ora ora ora!!"
His fists rained down on Igarashi Amaha like a violent storm.
I see. The stone pillar sped up because he reduced its mass... Nice sleight of hand. At this rate, I'll get dragged completely into his rhythm...
Desperately holding off the blows, Igarashi Amaha rapidly analyzed Yokoyama's fighting style and the trajectories of his punches, and soon made his decision.
The next blow... left jab! Right hook!
With that thought, Igarashi Amaha stopped guarding with his hands and suddenly reached outward.
Smack!!
"Wh... nani!!??"
Yokoyama's pupils trembled as he stared in shock at his tightly seized fists. "Th... this is impossible!!??"
Whoosh!! Clatter!!
Two shackles extended from Igarashi Amaha's right arm, binding Yokoyama's arms tightly.
Before Yokoyama could recover, he heard an icy voice as a piercing pain struck him.
"Nothing's impossible. I'm a damn genius."
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