Chapter 109: The Extreme Episode — The Butcher's Art

Chapter 109: The Extreme Episode — The Butcher's Art

"Never heard of a curse exorcist of the first rank being accompanied by someone like you."

Mingming took off the massive scythe on her back and, upon seeing her opponent, felt a rare sense of helplessness.

The muscular build, the formidable physique, and the body devoid of any curse energy—this man was none other than Fushigi Shinji, once known as the "Heaven and Tyrant."

In the world of curses, there's a technique called "binding," where one imposes restrictions on themselves to enhance the power of their spells. For example, revealing your spell to your opponent during battle is the most basic and common form of binding.

"Heaven and Curse Binding" is a natural form of binding, where an individual is born with a curse spell that binds them. Unlike other curse users who choose whether to use binding, these individuals are bound from birth.

Fushigi Shinji, born into one of the Three Great Families, the Zenin family, had no curse energy from the moment he was born. Instead, he possessed an unmatched physical strength, making him the most terrifying of the Heaven and Curse Binders.

To put his terror in the most straightforward terms...

He once brutally killed a young Gojo Satoru and Aoi Nanami!

Even with the use of special-grade curse tools and some dishonorable tactics, his ability to achieve such a feat speaks volumes about his strength.

"I can smell the scent of a kindred spirit on you. You must be one of those people who value money above all and have no moral baseline."

Fushigi Shinji stared at Mingming, sizing her up for a moment before speaking his first words.

Mingming's glossy lips moved, and she held her scythe in front of her, responding calmly.

"That's a bit presumptuous. While it's true I love money, I do have some moral boundaries, unlike you."

"Killing someone like you should feel quite satisfying."

Fushigi Shinji's pupils were shrouded in deep black, his lifeless eyes reflecting Mingming's water-blue hair. A sharp killing intent washed over her, and in his hand, he held a simple-looking wakizashi, which appeared to be a decent curse tool.

The battle began!

The Heaven and Tyrant, having returned from hell, pushed off the ground with his back foot and charged straight at Mingming at a speed invisible to the naked eye. His wakizashi swung down with immense force, revealing his formidable physical prowess.

Buzz—

The wakizashi and scythe collided, sparks flying from the point of impact.

"I'm not the kind of curse user who relies heavily on spells."

Struggling to block the Heaven and Tyrant's sudden attack, Mingming planted her feet firmly and swung her scythe, but it was easily deflected. The powerful shock made her hands feel like they might slip, but her body, enhanced by curse energy, held up against the blow.

"However, I'm not a curse user who doesn't use spells at all."

In the sky, a crow broke away from the battlefield and flew into the distance, while the others circled around Mingming. They were emanating the aura of curse energy.

Three of the crows in the flock suddenly surged with power, diving at Fushigi Shinji like bolts of lightning, forcing him to start dodging in a panic.

The true power of "Crow Manipulation" lies in the crows sacrificing their lives to break the curse energy limitations of these weak animals, allowing them to launch suicidal attacks on the enemy.

Compared to the binding that involves revealing spell information, this life-consuming binding naturally has a better effect, breaking the limits of the spell.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The diving crows were like small meteors, shattering the concrete and ground like tofu. The Heaven and Tyrant moved at an incredible speed, darting and leaping around, leaving no trace of his movements.

Mingming frowned. Although the crows' dives were faster, if she couldn't pinpoint his location, they would still miss.

She had no choice but to rely on numbers.

The flock of crows began to scatter, and Mingming closed her eyes. The crows' perspectives connected with hers, expanding her field of vision. Each crow's aura swelled, and they charged at the rapidly moving afterimages.

"Kamikaze!"

Multiple kamikaze attacks launched like missiles, the crows tearing through the earth as their life-consuming attacks left the area in ruins, dust and debris flying everywhere.

When the dust settled, the surroundings became quiet. Mingming looked around warily, even without seeing any sign of her opponent, she remained on high alert. He wasn't that easy to take down.

Crack—

The ground suddenly caved in, and a hand grabbed Mingming's right foot with terrifying force, crushing the bones through her flesh, making the strong woman gasp in pain.

She didn't hesitate, aiming her scythe at the point where she was grabbed and swinging it down. Her hand pulled back just as the blade neared, but it was too late, and the scythe severed her ankle.

Splat—

Blood spurted from the wound, but it was quickly sealed by curse energy.

Mingming, enduring the pain, used her good left leg to push herself away.

Swish!

Fushigi Shinji emerged from the dirt, brushing off the soil and smiling at Mingming.

"Feels pretty bad, doesn't it? Against someone like me who has no curse energy, you can't sense my exact position. A noble curse user with spells losing to a mere mortal."

"Ha, you're the mortal who almost killed Gojo and Aoi. Your performance is already considered exceptional," Mingming said, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on her face from the pain.

Fushigi Shinji gripped his wakizashi and walked closer to Mingming. He didn't rush to finish her off, savoring the moment after such a rare return to the human world.

"Maybe. My body is clearly off, and I don't have a handy curse tool, just this common one. You're quite calm, considering you're about to die."

Mingming pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and let out a mocking laugh as the smoke swirled around her. "That's just human nature. Once you think you have the upper hand, you start talking more. Are you sure you can beat me?"

(End of Chapter)Voldemort halted, his brow furrowed. "Your flock of ravens is gone, your Polyjuice Potion depleted, and your body is in ruins. What tricks do you have left up your sleeve?"

The sky suddenly darkened, and Tom Riddle slowly looked up.

A graceful and beautiful dragon hovered in the sky, with a figure standing atop its noble head. The figure was a young man in his twenties, with a handsome visage.

The setting sun bathed the young man and the colossal dragon in a golden glow, their shells shimmering like feathers. In perfect harmony, they moved as one, exuding an aura of divinity.

"It must be tough, not having the power of spells, and thus unable to sense the immense threat rapidly approaching. The mighty Sky Tyrant will fall to this young lady and return to the depths of hell."

Ming Ming twisted her face in pain, managing a smile as she echoed the words of Fukuro Shiel verbatim.

"It's just one more dead person."

Shikamaru Nara nonchalantly twirled his tanto, a mere Dragon-Style God. He had slain several of them, and even the Special-Grade Cursed Spirit Rainbow Dragon that Juzo Biwa had captured using Cursed Spirit Manipulation was just a single slash away from defeat.

He bent his knees, adjusting to the optimal position for power, a sinister smile on his lips. With a burst of force from his legs, his body defied gravity, propelling him upwards towards the man and the dragon in mid-air.

Bang!

The Cursed Tool Waki Kazushi was held between two fingers, and Shihou's face slowly turned rigid. His gaze shifted from the fingers to the young man's face, but the devilishly handsome countenance showed no reaction to his attack, as if looking down on him with contempt, not deigning to acknowledge him at all.

This arrogance reminded him of Gojo Satoru's demeanor when he first mastered the Reversal Technique, as if the world was at his fingertips.

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"For Hui's sake, you should take your own life."

The young man's words were like a command, spoken with an air of condescension.

"Hmm, I don't know what to make of it."

As Voldemort prepared to strike back, he saw his opponent let out a sigh, and then a dagger made of concentrated curse energy materialized in his hand.

"The Ultimate Showdown - Unveiling the Culinary Mastery."

In Tom Riddle's perception, time suddenly slowed down. The dagger pierced his body, and his once-proud Tenebrae Curse physique felt as fragile as paper. Overwhelming pain engulfed him.

Following the grain of the muscle, the dagger sliced through his body like cutting paper, precisely dissecting each organ—skin, fat, muscle, and viscera—without causing any damage to the bones.

He felt as if he had been sliced into countless pieces, each connected by a thread, until a sharp knife cut him from head to toe, shredding him into thin strips, and only then did the movement stop.

At the pinnacle of jutsu research, an ultimate technique is unleashed, a skill so challenging that only a select few who have mastered domain expansion can perform it.

"Feed it to the Jade Dog."

In the final moments of his life, Voldemort heard the young man speak these words.

Ho, a person like me, in the end, is still no match for those born with the innate advantage of sorcery, huh? Advantage, grace.

He recalled the young man's words from earlier.

"For Hui's sake, you should take your own life."

Ah, so that's how it is. Voldemort realized that Harry was his son.

Oh no, I've forgotten my son's name again!

It's all good. Following such a powerful person, I don't have to worry about him not doing well either.

……

West Tokyo City, the Seishun Academy Detention Center.

The trio of main characters arrived at their destination, and as soon as they stepped in, they witnessed a heart-wrenching scene. Inside the juvenile detention center, they saw distraught family members sobbing and desperately trying to break in.

There are still living people inside, according to the mission briefing.

Tanjiro tightened his fists, his eyes filled with determination. "Fushiguro, Inosuke, we have to save them."

"Of course," Doujima replied confidently.

Haruhi Fujioka let out a soft hum, not uttering a word, but her eyes spoke volumes.

"Please be extremely careful. The mission is to rescue the person. If you encounter a high-level curse spirit, you must run!"

The curtain rose as the auxiliary jujutsu sorcerer, Chidori, delivered a stern warning with utmost emphasis.

"Born from darkness, reaching the depths of darkness. Purging all that is foul and impure."

After the three of them entered, Hagumi immediately summoned Jade Dog. In the absence of Luke, Jade Dog reluctantly listened to its former master.

“Don't you dare hurt my puppy, or you'll be the one taking his place.”

Thinking of Luke's threatening words, Fuji Fushi shivered.

Disregarding the other floors, the trio cautiously searched for survivors, floor by floor, using the staircase. Suddenly, they heard footsteps, startling them. They quickly held their breath, remaining silent.

"Is it a human or a cursed spirit?" Yuji Itadori whispered to Megumi Fushiguro.

"The Cursed Spirit wouldn't walk in such a regular pattern, it must be a human."

A figure emerged from around the corner, clutching a bloody finger in his hand. His voluminous robes fluttered without a breeze, and the stitches on his forehead stood out prominently.

Hui Fuhai's face turned pale as the newcomer was none other than Jage Xiyao, the imposter that Gotsui Wu had been searching for across the world.

"Don't worry, I've rescued the living people, and the special curse spirit has been exorcised."

Xuan Suo waved his hand holding the ancient talisman, revealing a gentle smile.

"It's been a while, Su Nu."

Hujia's mouth twitched slightly at the corner of his lips, "It's been almost a thousand years, Genso."

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