His long leg swept up, yet a triumphant smile appeared on Jogo’s face.
With nowhere to brace himself in midair, Gojo Satoru’s next move was sure to hit!
“Hanami!”
“Mm!”
The two cursed spirits turned and threw their fists like the closest of friends, their punches carrying the neutralizing effect of Domain Amplification.
Heavy and forceful, this blow was meant to reduce Gojo Satoru to ash!
In the air, Gojo Satoru drew back his leg and stood upright. On either side of him were Hanami and Jogo, their expressions savage, every micro-expression worthy of analysis.
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, letting their fists stir up surging winds. But the closer they came, the more impossible it became for their fists to reach him.
[Limitless Cursed Technique: Zeno’s Paradox]
Anything that approached Gojo Satoru would have its final speed approach infinitely close to zero, to the point that it could not harm him at all.
“Mm-hm. You two worked very hard today, too.”
Gojo Satoru vanished from between them with a smile. Before his words had even faded, Hanami’s and Jogo’s fists collided with each other, the tremendous force creating a level-ten hurricane throughout the subway station.
Jogo struggled to open his huge eye amid the blast of air. He had to know Gojo Satoru’s position, or he might die!
“I’m right here.”
Gojo Satoru abruptly appeared before him, grabbing his arm with one hand while the other pressed down hard on Hanami’s horns.
“Heave-ho, heave-ho!”
A vast, overwhelming force surged from Gojo Satoru’s slender arms. He smashed the two cursed spirits together in midair, then rewarded each of them with an over-the-shoulder throw, hurling them toward opposite sides of the platform.
A thunderous boom rang out, sending the already terrified subway passengers fleeing in the direction away from Gojo Satoru.
This had already surpassed their understanding. This sort of supernatural power...
Choso hid among the crowd, glanced at his badly beaten companions, sneered, and left.
In the current situation, joining in would only mean getting beaten. Better to kill a few more humans and draw Gojo Satoru’s hatred.
As the smoke and dust dispersed, Jogo shook his slightly dizzy volcano head. From the distance, Gojo Satoru came charging in, cursed energy gathered around his fist and blooming with a blue glow.
Seeing that Jogo was about to suffer, Hanami hurriedly canceled Domain Amplification and released a forest cursed technique to save him.
And this was exactly what Gojo Satoru wanted.
Because Domain Amplification counteracted Gojo Satoru’s technique, the cursed spirits would not be crushed to death by his “repulsive force.” But what if Hanami canceled Domain Amplification?
Jogo saw it clearly. Even if that punch landed on his head, at most he would suffer some injuries. But Hanami had anxiously canceled Domain Amplification, falling right into Gojo Satoru’s trap!
“Hanami, don’t!!!”
He shouted a warning to his companion, but it was already too late.
Gojo Satoru flashed through the air. The green vines emerging from underground became footholds for him, and after a series of rapid movements, he stood before Hanami, who was casting the technique.
“Limitless—”
He deliberately dragged out the ending, but in truth, the repulsive force had already erupted. That all-directional pressure pinned Hanami inside the wall, leaving her unable to move.
“Hanami!!”
Jogo leapt up from behind Gojo Satoru, his magma-wrapped fist shooting straight toward Gojo Satoru’s forehead, only to stop at almost zero distance.
Even now, Gojo Satoru still had the leisure to explain things to Jogo. After all, victory was already in his grasp.
“You really want to save her, don’t you?”
“What a pity. The more you strengthen Domain Amplification, the more I’ll strengthen the Limitless technique on her side to keep your technique from neutralizing it.”
“Hahahahaha!”
Grinning, he took a step toward Hanami. The repulsive force of the Limitless grew even heavier. Such immense power had already caused the thick underground wall to show signs of collapse.
But before that could happen, Hanami did not even have time to leave any last words before the repulsive force crushed her into a mass of black blood.
“Hanami!!!”
Jogo cried out in shock, sorrow and fury showing in his pale eye.
“Looks like you two were very good friends.”
Gojo Satoru immediately rubbed salt into Jogo’s wound. What flowed from those Six Eyes, dazzling as a river of stars, was pure malice.
“We have arrived at Shibuya Station...”
Suddenly, a female announcement rang out from the speakers above the passageways on both sides.
Gojo Satoru glanced at the speakers, then continued chasing and attacking Jogo. As long as he killed Jogo before the subway arrived, no one would be hurt.
But Jogo’s vitality was truly tenacious. No matter what, he was a special grade, and he had previously fought Gojo Satoru before, narrowly surviving at his hands.
Soon, the subway pulled into the station. The silver-white front of the train entered his field of vision, the subway doors opened, and the hand straps inside swayed.
Gojo Satoru glanced over casually, then froze.
There were people inside the train, but very few. Most of them were human-shaped cursed spirits. They had killed the humans, leaving the entire carriage a bloody mess of flesh.
This was Mahito’s doing. That cursed spirit born from “humanity’s fear of itself” had a technique called [Idle Transfiguration], which could alter a person’s soul and thereby transform humans into any form he desired.
At the sight, Gojo Satoru’s anger almost overflowed.
Inside the carriage, several cursed spirit players hurriedly jumped off. “Fuck, good thing I’m smart. Following the main force into the subway station would never be as easy as riding the train in from the previous stop.”
“Exactly. Good thing we’re all playing cursed spirits, otherwise...”
Before they could finish speaking, their brains went still.
In the overcrowded underground space, Gojo Satoru placed his middle finger behind his index finger, and the brilliance in his Six Eyes became dazzling beyond description.
Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void.
This was an open domain that could fill a person’s mind with useless information. To take ordinary people into account, he only released it for 0.2 seconds.
Within the sixty seconds covered by the domain, he was going to kill every transfigured human in the subway station.
Cursed energy and the Limitless technique fired at full power. Gojo Satoru operated like a high-speed lawn mower.
Those few cursed spirit players had finally managed to reach the center of the battlefield. Before they could loot anything, Gojo Satoru plucked off their heads.
“Fuck!”
“Went into the instance with eighty thousand in combat prep, and the battle lasted less than one second! Deep Sea Company, if you don’t know how to balance a game, don’t bother!”
“Latest development in the Shibuya Incident: the white-haired long-legged guy is strong as a monster, impossible to defeat even with everything we’ve got!”
On the Deep Sea forum, countless players posted threads, all of them following the latest developments of this major event.
Chen Lai naturally saw them as well. At this moment, a faint smile appeared on his face as he quickly walked toward the now-deserted subway entrance.
Now was the best time to enter. After Gojo Satoru’s brilliance had shone, he would soon be sealed.
...
On the other side, Gojo Satoru had killed every transfigured human in the subway station barehanded within one minute. Even with him using Reverse Cursed Technique for limitless recovery, he was breathing slightly now.
He chased after Jogo, pushing aside the immobilized crowd, determined to kill this special-grade cursed spirit that had caused countless deaths.
After pushing aside the last person, a figure abruptly appeared before Gojo Satoru’s eyes, dressed in monk’s robes with his arms folded into his sleeves.
It was his best friend, who had already died—Geto Suguru.
“Prison Realm, open the gate,” he said.