Chapter 662: Mechanics vs. Raw Stats
At the exact same microsecond, Satoru Gojo—who had been violently shot backward through the air—furrowed his brow tightly. He was distinctly, sharply processing an exceptionally bizarre wave of structural suppression.
His Limitless, a technique that had historically proven entirely flawless and un-blockable across his home universe, had turned layout-wise, monumentally difficult to deploy—all due to this interloper's capacity to casually invert the underlying properties of his cursed energy.
Executing his aerial deceleration, his narrow eyes caught sight of the white-robed youth. The stranger's silver hair flared outward as a dense shroud of stygian, pitch-black light violently ignited across her skin.
Her pristine white robe was systematically and instantaneously morphed into an absolute obsidian hue, and the precise mechanical properties of the gravity field wrapping her biology underwent a total structural mutation.
In the next fraction of a second, Gojo executed a lone blink. Yet during that single microsecond where his eyelids closed, the silhouette of Candlelight cleanly and flawlessly vanished from his sight.
The 360-degree perfect field of vision granted by his Six Eyes retained absolutely zero processing latency. He violently snapped his head around to re-anchor his orientation, yet his sensors could merely capture a single, jagged black line slicing past his flank like a laser core.
The target's velocity metrics were so entirely ridiculous that even operating under the visual tracking of the Six Eyes, her displacement could only be logged as a hollow, fleeting shadow resembling a black line.
Pfft!
In the very next heartbeat, Satoru Gojo rigidly froze, a crisp, mathematically perfect line of crimson blood erupting across the skin of his neck.
This is...
His Reverse Cursed Technique automatically ignited to buffer the damage, the ragged laceration lining his throat methodically stitching itself back together in a fraction of a second.
Candlelight smoothly turned her frame around, her stygian robe whipping violently in the gale. The specialized material composition of her garment looked as if it were executing a total molecular fracturing, the fabrics splitting into long, wispy fibers that cleanly replicated the texture of a drifting cloud deck.
Her active morphology and kinetic alignment cede Gojo's mind a highly unique, anomalous correlation: she looked layout-wise, exceptionally identical to the current state of Mercenary Tao.
Could it be...
A sharp strategic blueprint mapping the underlying parameters of their capabilities finalized within Gojo's intellect.
Candlelight lowered her eyelids, her detached composure steadily closing the distance to mirror the exact demeanor of the entity who was currently grappling against Shadow.
"I see. Possessing the sub-atomic priority to manually and seamlessly invert negative energy into positive mass to initiate immediate biological reconstruction at a moment's notice—your developmental system can comfortably be classified as an elite energetic profile."
"However..."
The exact microsecond the final syllable cleared her teeth, Gojo registered that the sequential chronological frames materializing before his consciousness had once again sustained a total, structural deletion. This time, he had completely refrained from executing a blink.
A microsecond ago, the target had been anchoring her mass several meters away; in the very next heartbeat, her presence had already cleanly breached his absolute blind spot, her jaw unhinging right beside his ear.
Gojo's motor nerves frantically attempted to guide his neck to execute a rapid pivot, but his clinical mind instantly abandoned the movement, driving an absolute wave of pure Repulsion to explode from his flank.
BOOM!
Wielding a velocity parameter that comfortably matched the metrics Kaito Shirogane outputted under his Eight-Fold The Instant, Candlelight's expression remained entirely, unshapeably cold. She had already scanned the structural mechanics anchoring this silver-haired freak's capabilities multiple times across her arrays; her system held zero probability of executing an operational deviation.
Thrusting her palm forward to slice through local space like an unyielding blade, she forcefully and flawlessly inverted his active formula at the microsecond of contact.
The high-intensity Repulsion was systematically wiped from the grid, mutating into an absolute gravitational suction field. The sudden inversion accelerated Candlelight's advance to an impossible tier, her hand-blade cleanly driving forward to cleave straight through Gojo's neck.
Concurrently, her internal processing routines had already primed a follow-up calculation: the exact millisecond her palm severed his cranial architecture from his spine, her arrays would aggressively convert his inverted positive mass back into stygian negative energy, permanently bricking his self-healing cycle.
Kaito Shirogane evaluated his left arm, which had been cleanly and flawlessly anchored mid-air by a localized gravitational vacuum. An invisible, high-priority stopping force field was aggressively locking down his kinetic vectors.
It acted identically to a physics-defying threshold where an object is permanently disqualified from ever closing the distance to its target; the closer his fist advanced, the more monumentally his velocity was depressed.
This capability was, beyond all shadow of professional doubt, an absolute replication of Satoru Gojo's Limitless.
He forced his eyes wide open, evaluating the youth whose robe had mutated into a pristine, incandescent snow-white. Her pitch-black hair paired with the blinding white fabrics of her garment to generate an intensely sharp visual contrast.
"Possessing the high-priority authority to perfectly replicate the combat profile of any entity you engage, while simultaneously executing a total structural inversion of your rival's energetic properties..."
"Tch. What an incredibly tedious, highly un-pleasurable methodology of violence."
Kaito Shirogane thoroughly, intensely loathed targets who relied on specialized "mechanics" to govern the board. Yet, his clinical focus cede the reality an unyielding line of credit: at this specific tier of trans-dimensional warfare, capabilities of this classification were layout-wise, astronomically powerful.
It perfectly replicated the exact scenario he and Solar Flare had historically encountered back in the B711 universe. Their raw destructiveness had been monumentally elite, yet their entire campaign had been brutally and instantaneously bricked by the Millennium Bug's [Domain Expansion: Acoustic Slaughter of the Underworld] the exact microsecond they crossed perimeters.
Had his core failed to house an immense concentration of high-tier souls to anchor his vessel, his life force would have likely sustained a total liquidation under that initial blind intercept.
At this precise nexus of the evaluation, Kaito similarly parsed the underlying variable of why these twin youths—whose system rankings were blatantly superior to the metrics executed by the six-meter giant—possessed such a pathetically low threshold of raw physical durability.
They had completely refrained from deploying a single block of dragon scales to plate their flesh.
These two assets were highly, statistically likely the absolute definition of specialized glass-cannon builds whose profiles relied entirely upon high-priority conceptual endowments to function.
Pfft!
The deep, muffled sound of flesh and bone being systematically severed cut through the air. Kaito's pupils subtly shifted coordinates, sharply capturing Satoru Gojo's head as it violently rolled and spun through the upper atmosphere.
Concurrently, the brilliant luminescence of the reverse cursed energy flaring across his neck was forcefully inverted into a stygian, crimson-black torrent of raw negative mass, systematically vaporizing his biological reconstruction protocols.
Thick columns of blood skyrocketed into the azure sky as his severed head plummeted toward the fractured topography below, leaving his headless torso standing rigidly upright atop the waves like a dead monument.
"It appears your companion's capabilities possess zero baseline solutions when pinned against our mechanics as well~"
Shadow evaluated the text finalized across her tracking arrays, her uninflected chime confirming Kaito's internal diagnostics.
They had successfully executed a total structural inversion of Kaito and Gojo's energetic properties, while simultaneously replicating their exact combat profiles to hardcode a flawless counter-interception loop.
Kaito Shirogane—an elite practitioner who specialized in close-quarters physical body tempering and outputted an impossible speed metric—was cleanly blockaded by Shadow weaponizing the Limitless.
Correspondingly, Satoru Gojo—the absolute master of spatial infinity boundaries—had been systematically liquidated by Candlelight deploying Kaito's terrifying, hyper-accelerated explosion of velocity to execute an immediate hand-blade decapitation the exact millisecond his cursed energy properties were inverted.
Shadow weaponized her long-range transmission to materialize directly before Kaito's chest. The neutral stopping force field anchored itself before her frame, violently grinding against the distorted kinetic energy fields roiling across Kaito's body surface to forge a series of thick, white atmospheric currents.
"Tell me, mortal: do your cells register a passing wave of sorrow? Does your soul experience the agonizing weight of guilt? It is explicitly due to the monumental density of your own strength that your general has sustained a terminal—"
Sizzle!
Blinding arcs of primordial lightning violently and flawlessly ignited across Kaito Shirogane's skin, brutally cutting her speech grid completely off the board.
The corners of Kaito's mouth split into a wide, manic grin. His towering three-meter frame far out-scaled her height metrics, allowing his vacant eyes to look straight down through his lower eyelids to evaluate this dragon-kin asset who was currently relying on her specialized mechanics to launch a psychological campaign against his ego.
"Tch, tch, tch. That silver-haired freak can by no means be categorized under the archetype of a 'companion' on my ledger~"
Kaito let out a sharp, mocking chuckle. In the very next fraction of a second, the titanic, earth-shaking thudding of his heart violently detonated from within his core.
"And furthermore... your analytical matrix has highly likely executed a catastrophic diagnostic error..."
"Did your hollow processing units genuinely calculate that a copied, low-priority variation of the Limitless... possessed the absolute priority to safely anchor my engine?"
"Ha!"
Kaito Shirogane violently unhinged his jaw to let out an absolute, sky-tearing roar. A succession of primordial thunderbolts violently exploded from his coordinates like a roaring ocean wall, completely blanketed the local parameters.
A column of pure, blinding white luminescence performed a full volcanic ignition.
It cleanly replicated the exact majesty of a celestial shockwave detonating across a clear day.
The devastating concussive blast wave systematically pulverized every single line of spatial infrastructure within the sector.
[The Earth-Shaking Thunder Roar]!
Across the opposite flank of the perimeter, having finalized Gojo's execution, Candlelight smoothly turned her frame around. Taking a single stride forward, her velocity metrics aggressively accelerated to close the distance to Kaito's blind spot, her displacement leaving the ambient sonic clouds completely incapable of keeping pace with her movement.
The exact microsecond a rapid succession of sonic booms blasted open through the air, Candlelight had already cleanly breached his absolute rear parameters.
Her hand-blade violently thrust forward, targeting the absolute center of Kaito's spine.
Pfft!
An immense wave of kinetic force slammed against his Three Parts Returning to Origin Force field, triggering a dense mantle of superheated blast-smoke.
In the very next fraction of a second, his rounded defensive energy field was forcefully and flawlessly swept aside by a bizarre, rule-bending traction vector. Candlelight's hand-blade drove straight into Kaito's back, puncturing the flesh.
Rows of dense Qilin Scales were instantaneously pulverized into dust, a thick spray of fresh crimson blood bursting from the wound—yet right at the microsecond of insertion, Candlelight registered an exceptionally terrifying, primeval physical strength violently clamping down onto her knuckles from within his torso.
Whosh~
A scorching torrent of superheated exhaust steam erupted right before her face as the smoke layer violently receded, exposing the one-armed human whose severed right shoulder was actively spraying a column of fresh essence.
Concurrently, a boundless, roaring ocean of golden Ki violently erupted from within his cells.
Right along with the energetic output, his hyper-dense musculature executed a total cellular compression, exponentially elevating its structural density by multiple thresholds in a single micro-frame. That monster-tier physical vessel had systematically clamped its muscle groups around her hand-blade like a vice, completely and flawlessly stripping her limb of the priority to execute a withdrawal.
Shadow immediately assumed a sharp snapping posture with her fingers. Within the heavily distorted spatial architecture surrounding their coordinates, attractive and repulsive vectors violently intertwined to compile an imaginary mass, transforming into a devastating Hollow Purple that shot straight toward Kaito's skull.
Kaito Shirogane merely raised his obsidian left hand, a lone finger pointing straight toward her face.
A hyper-concentrated wisp of golden Ki-Wave emitted a sharp, deafening chime as it primed for discharge.
"Come on then, you little dragon-kin puppets. Let your arrays attempt to execute a total structural inversion against a raw energetic stat of this classification~"
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