Boom!
The entire restaurant exploded with a roar.
Pedestrians on the street looked over in terror, only to see a teenager sent flying dozens of meters, crashing heavily into the building across the street while spitting blood.
Sukuna, growing on Yuji’s face, saw his pathetic state and continued to mock him, “Hahahaha!
Taste despair, you damn brat.
So what if you’re angry?
It won’t bring you any great power, it only makes you look even more pathetic.” Just then, Jogo arrived in front of Yuji, tossing a stinking lump with his right hand that landed precisely into the mouth of the laughing Sukuna.
Sukuna had something enter his mouth, and it melted instantly.
He swallowed it subconsciously, only to feel a bitter, even foul, taste in his mouth, causing him to freeze for a moment.
“Hey, Cursed Spirit, what did you feed me?” Jogo rubbed his nose and waved his hand.
“I picked this up on the road.
It’s a fresh piece of dog shit.” Sukuna: “???” After two seconds of silence, Sukuna retracted his eyes and mouth, leaving only two sentences.
“Brat, I’ll help you this one time.
Give me your body.” The next moment, Yuji’s gaze changed, shifting from anger and ferocity to arrogance and playfulness, as black markings began to emerge all over his face and body.
Sukuna flexed his body, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent as he looked at Jogo.
Dismantle!
He was truly angry this time.
This lowly Special Grade Cursed Spirit had dared to feed him such disgusting filth, insulting him, the King of Curses from a millennium ago.
He didn’t even bother with the usual “Dismantle” he used to toy with opponents.
He started straight away with a more powerful strike.
Ripples stirred in the air, as if something invisible was undulating.
Jogo sensed the danger in advance and dodged to the side, but he chose not to evade completely, instead leaving one of his fingers behind.
Splat!
Purple blood sprayed out as Jogo’s pinky finger was sliced in two, the cut incredibly clean, as if it had been severed by a laser.
So this is Ryomen Sukuna’s Cursed Technique.
The power is quite impressive.
At the very least, my current body would struggle to withstand it.
However, it also has significant drawbacks.
It is relatively slow in high-level combat, making it easy for people to dodge.
Of course, if it’s an omnidirectional, no-blind-spot bombardment like Malevolent Shrine, then never mind.
With a thought, Jogo’s pinky finger regrew.
He wore an excited smile, and flames suddenly erupted from behind him.
“Sukuna, you’ve finally decided to come out.
I can’t wait to blow you to pieces.” Sukuna smacked his lips.
The disgusting taste of shit was still spreading on his taste buds, and his complexion turned a bit green.
Waves of Cursed Energy gushed from his body continuously, and those scarlet pupils were now filled with killing intent.
“You damn piece of filth, then come!
Don’t let me easily slice off your head!” The two locked eyes, their figures vanishing in an instant, and then colliding simultaneously in the center of the street.
A shockwave erupted from the point of their collision, sending the surrounding pedestrians who hadn’t managed to escape flying.
“Oh my god!
Is this young man a psychic?
I knew this world had supernatural powers, it definitely isn’t as simple as people think!
I was right, wasn’t I?
And you all kept calling me a chuunibyou!” A young man with long bangs shouted excitedly, his single visible eye filled with excitement.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses subconsciously stepped back, his breathing becoming rapid as his briefcase dropped to the ground.
“In this world…
there actually exists such a being that transcends humanity.
What is going on with everything?” People couldn’t see Jogo, but they could see Sukuna, who was using Yuji’s body, and they saw the thunderous roars emitted as he constantly traded blows with the empty air.
Some reckless busybodies were even recording with their phones on the spot.
Without a doubt, the video of the two fighting would surely cause a huge uproar online.
Sukuna was sent flying again by a punch from Jogo, his expression somewhat displeased.
The number of fingers contained in this physical body was ultimately too few.
The physical strength could be described as the weakest of the weak, and he couldn’t even win in hand-to-hand combat against this Special Grade Cursed Spirit in front of him.
This Special Grade Cursed Spirit in front of him was undoubtedly the type with high attack and low defense, yet he couldn’t even break through the opponent’s defense in hand-to-hand combat.
This body had eaten too few fingers.
He stopped brawling with Jogo, raising his hand to release a Dismantle.
The next moment, a ball of scorching flames burst into his field of vision with lightning speed.
Sukuna’s pupils constricted, and he had to abandon the release of Dismantle to flip and dodge.
It was in that very instant, as he dodged the flames, that countless rope-like flames whistled over, binding him tightly, leaving him unable to break free.
Sukuna felt the skin all over his body being scorched, waves of pain flooding his mind.
He wanted to use Dismantle, but he was powerless to do so.
These rope-like flames were too sturdy.
Even if he cut them, they would continuously regenerate, making it impossible to break through.
When it came down to it, Sukuna’s Dismantle was indeed powerful, but right now, he was far from his peak.
Having only consumed four fingers, his current strength was insufficient to go toe-to-toe with Jogo.
Jogo flashed over to him, his eyes playful as he grabbed him by the hair.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the strongest in history?
How did you end up like this?
Since you’ve been defeated by me, you should realize what your fate will be.
Now then, the show begins.”