Chapter 38: Battle Against the Tyrant of Heaven
Fushiguro Toji tilted his head, a cruel arc forming at the corner of his mouth: "Trying to run? Did you ask me first?"
The moment he moved, a sharp scarlet blade light had already cleaved towards his face.
Before the blade arrived, the sharp intent to cut through everything already made his skin tingle slightly.
Fushiguro Toji was forced to retreat half a step, and the peculiar short sword, Inverted Spear of Heaven, in his hand swept upwards with the momentum.
Clang!
Sparks flew!
Two special grade cursed tools collided fiercely, emitting a piercing hum.
Power surged, stirring up fine dust on the ground.
Toho Hiroshi stood with his blade, the scarlet blade humming incessantly, its eerie red light illuminating his stern profile and his spinning Mangekyo Sharingan.
"Your opponent is me."
He declared indifferently.
Fushiguro Toji felt the astonishing power transmitted from the blade and the fierce Cursed Energy, completely different from his own, and the excitement in his eyes grew more intense.
He shook his slightly numb wrist and chuckled, "Fine. It's not too late to dismantle your Special Grade reputation first, then go kill the Star Plasma Vessel."
The instant his voice fell, his figure blurred.
That was the extreme speed achieved by a pure burst of physical strength, so fast it almost tore the air.
However, Toho Hiroshi's Mangekyo Sharingan had already precisely captured his movement trajectory.
"Kamui."
The space in front of Fushiguro Toji's sprint path instantly twisted, forming a deadly vortex that sought to swallow and shred him.
But Fushiguro Toji seemed to have anticipated it, or rather, his beast-like combat intuition sensed the extreme danger ahead.
At the moment he was about to crash into the Kamui Space, he twisted his body in a way that defied the laws of physics, stomping his foot hard against the side wall, bypassing the twisted point like a phantom, and once again closing in on Toho Hiroshi.
At the same time, he slapped the Cursed Spirit Ushi at his waist with his left hand.
"Ough—"
The special grade cursed tool inverted spear of heaven appeared in Fushiguro Toji's hand.
The scarlet blade and the inverted spear of heaven once again collided violently, their grating friction accompanied by flying sparks, erupting in the dim passageway.
Fushiguro Toji's power was incomparably ferocious; pure physical strength transmitted through the blade made Toho Hiroshi's arm slightly numb. He used the force to retreat, his Sharingan precisely capturing the subtle tremor of the muscle fibers in Fushiguro Toji's right arm—the next strike would come from the inverted spear of heaven.
Indeed!
Fushiguro Toji's left hand, wielding the inverted spear of heaven, struck out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Toho Hiroshi's heart. The eerie light wrapped around the blade could disrupt Cursed Energy and strike directly at the soul.
"Kamui."
Toho Hiroshi's left Mangekyo instantly focused, and the space in front of him twisted.
However, Fushiguro Toji's combat intuition was terrifying; at the last moment, he forcibly changed his thrust into a sweep, the inverted spear of heaven's blade grazing the edge of the twisted space, the resulting gust of wind cutting Toho Hiroshi's clothes.
At the same time, the inverted spear of heaven in his right hand struck down again, forcing Toho Hiroshi to block.
Clang!
Another head-on collision!
The ground beneath Toho Hiroshi's feet cracked inch by inch.
In terms of physical strength, Fushiguro Toji, with his perfect body from the Heavenly Restriction, held the absolute advantage.
"Tsk, good reflexes!"
Fushiguro Toji laughed wildly, his attacks like a torrential storm. As his twin blades danced, their light wove a net of death.
The Inverted Spear of Heaven specialized in breaking Cursed Techniques, making Toho Hiroshi's defensive Kamui difficult to fully deploy, requiring precise prediction; the Inverted Spear of Heaven was insidious and venomous, threatening the soul; and his own strength, speed, and skill had reached the pinnacle of humanity.
Toho Hiroshi pushed his Sharingan's observational power to its limit, his scarlet blade transforming into streaks of blood-red lightning, precisely blocking, parrying, and dodging.
The sound of clashing blades was as dense as heavy rain falling on a jade plate.
But his tiger's mouth had already split open, blood staining the hilt of his blade. With every collision, his internal organs were violently shaken.
Pfft!
A subtle opening, and Fushiguro Toji's Inverted Spear of Heaven grazed his ribs, drawing a spray of blood.
Almost simultaneously, Ushi once again spat out a chain-hammer Cursed Tool, which flew towards the back of Toho Hiroshi's head with a whistling sound.
In this critical moment, a cold glint flashed in Toho Hiroshi's eyes, and he did not dodge.
"Pfft!"
The chain-hammer struck his shoulder blade hard, the sound of bone shattering clearly audible.
But seizing this opportunity, Toho Hiroshi's scarlet blade, at an extremely tricky angle, broke through Fushiguro Toji's twin-blade defense, carving a bone-deep wound on his left arm.
Fushiguro Toji grunted, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, followed by even greater excitement: "Trading blows? Interesting!"
Both took a step back simultaneously.
Fushiguro Toji shook off the blood from his left arm; the muscles in the wound peristalsis, healing at a visible rate—the terrifying recovery power brought by the Heavenly Restriction.
As for Toho Hiroshi, the Cursed Energy in his body instantly reversed!
Warm, vigorous life energy surged towards the wounds on his shoulder blade and ribs.
The shattered bones quickly reconnected and healed, torn muscle fibers reattached, and skin rapidly regenerated.
In just a breath's time, injuries that would render an ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerer incapable of fighting had recovered as good as new.
Only his damaged clothes and residual bloodstains proved the fact of his previous injury.
"Oh? Reverse Cursed Technique?"
Fushiguro Toji raised an eyebrow, a hint of seriousness in his eyes, "No wonder you dared to trade blows with me! It seems Gojo Family's brat isn't the only genius."
But his offensive didn't stop; he lunged again.
As his twin blades swung, Ushi continuously spat out various peculiar Cursed Tools: bells that interfered with perception, wrist arrows that shot poison needles, and ropes that could instantly bind movement.
Fushiguro Toji was like a walking armory, his attack methods endless and ever-changing. Combined with his unparalleled martial arts, he placed immense pressure on Toho Hiroshi.
Toho Hiroshi focused on responding, his Sharingan spinning frantically, constantly analyzing, predicting, and calculating.
Kamui would sometimes twist space at critical moments, deflecting fatal attacks; other times, it would create footholds beneath his feet, allowing for unnatural maneuvers; and sometimes, it would swallow those annoying disruptive Cursed Tools.
The scarlet blade roared in his hand, colliding repeatedly with the inverted spear of heaven and the inverted spear of heaven, the eerie red light intertwining with ominous ghostly light and the cold light that broke all techniques.
The two fought at high speed, their figures moving, colliding, and separating rapidly within the massive main hall of the Tomb Chamber. Wherever they passed, solid wooden pillars, walls, and covered bridges crumbled and collapsed, and shockwaves generated by surging Cursed Energy and pure violence continuously spread.
The battle fell into a brutal stalemate.
Toho Hiroshi continuously healed his injuries with the Reverse Cursed Technique, and his Sharingan and Kamui gradually matched Fushiguro Toji's rhythm.
Meanwhile, Fushiguro Toji, with his perfect body, rich killing experience, and vast array of Cursed Tools, continued to exert terrifying pressure.
"Haha! How exhilarating!"
Fushiguro Toji laughed loudly, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, "You're the first one who's been able to last this long against me!"
He stomped hard on the ground, his figure vanishing abruptly, only to reappear above Toho Hiroshi's head, the Inverted Spear of Heaven cleaving down with an aura that seemed to tear through everything.
Toho Hiroshi raised his blade to meet it head-on!...
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