The clash between Ryomen Sukuna and Yagami Sora instantly turned Shibuya into a battlefield of gods.
Two terrifying forces collided inside the confined underground space.
Each impact sent shockwaves racing through the station.
Buildings within a hundred meters trembled violently.
Concrete shattered.
Steel beams twisted.
The air filled with the acrid smell of burning metal and violently fluctuating cursed energy.
It felt less like a battle—
And more like a myth being reborn.
Every collision sounded like a meteor striking the earth.
"…So strong…"
From the distant ruins, Megumi Fushiguro watched the battle.
His fists clenched unconsciously.
A deep sense of helplessness filled his chest.
The power those two monsters displayed…
Was beyond the reach of ordinary sorcerers.
Even Special Grade felt insufficient to describe it.
"Is that the peak of a Special Grade…?"
Megumi whispered.
Then he shook his head weakly.
"No…"
"Those are monsters beyond Special Grade."
He staggered slightly.
His injuries were severe.
Fighting inside Torgeng's domain had drained nearly all his cursed energy.
On top of that—
The overwhelming presence of Sukuna had nearly crushed his spirit.
Even standing upright required effort.
But Megumi refused to look away.
"No…"
"I can't just watch…"
A sudden voice echoed behind him.
Cold.
Mocking.
"Well, well…"
"Isn't that Fushiguro-kun?"
Megumi's eyes widened.
Standing behind him—
Was Haruta Shigemo.
The sadistic curse user who specialized in ambushing weakened opponents.
A cruel smile spread across his face.
His sword gleamed under the dim light.
"Looks like you're about to die."
Haruta chuckled.
"So let me help you along."
He raised the blade.
His voice filled with twisted delight.
"As a reward…"
"I'll peel your skin off."
"And make a nice scabbard out of it."
He licked his lips.
As if already savoring the kill.
"Die."
The sword came down.
Megumi tried to move.
But his body refused.
Blood loss blurred his vision.
His limbs felt heavy.
"…Damn…"
"Is this the end?"
Then—
Megumi's eyes hardened.
If he was going to die—
Then he wouldn't die alone.
He would drag everything here down with him.
Even those monsters fighting nearby.
Megumi raised his trembling hands.
Forming a forbidden hand sign.
"With this treasure…"
As the chant began—
The surrounding atmosphere changed instantly.
The light dimmed.
A chilling pressure spread through the area.
It felt like the gates of hell were opening.
This was the final shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique.
The one no Zenin sorcerer had ever successfully exorcised.
A being so powerful—
That summoning it without defeating it meant certain death.
A true suicide technique.
Megumi's final trump card.
"Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General…"
"Mahoraga!"
BUZZZZ!
Space itself seemed to crack open.
A colossal shadow emerged behind Megumi.
The first thing to appear—
Was a massive wheel.
A sacred wheel with eight spokes.
Click…
Click…
Click…
The sound of it turning echoed through the battlefield.
Like a countdown to destruction.
Then—
The full figure appeared.
A gigantic warrior clad in white armor.
A divine halo floating above its head.
The massive adaptation wheel rotating behind it.
Its face was expressionless.
Four deep, abyss-like eyes gazed forward.
In its hand—
A gigantic blade meant to exorcise demons.
Mahoraga had descended.
Its aura was terrifying.
Different from Sukuna's malice.
More pure.
More absolute.
It existed solely to adapt and destroy.
"…What… is that…?"
Haruta Shigemo's legs gave out instantly.
His sword slipped from his hand.
Before that monstrous aura—
He felt like an insect before a giant.
His bladder emptied uncontrollably.
His body collapsed to the ground.
"No…"
"Don't…"
Megumi coughed violently.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
"This…"
He whispered weakly.
"…will drag you to hell with me."
Then—
His consciousness faded.
Megumi collapsed to the ground.
The exorcism ritual had begun.
Mahoraga slowly lowered its head.
Its emotionless gaze locked onto Haruta.
Boom.
The divine general moved.
The sword swung down.
No technique.
No flourish.
Just overwhelming power and speed.
The shockwave alone obliterated everything nearby.
Haruta didn't even have time to scream.
He was erased.
Reduced to dust.
Instant death.
Such was the majesty of the strongest shikigami.
Then—
The wheel above Mahoraga's head turned.
Click.
Mahoraga slowly turned its gaze.
Toward the battlefield where two monsters were fighting.
Sukuna.
And Yagami Sora.
It sensed their power.
They were worthy opponents.
Worthy prey.
Worthy targets to adapt to.
Mahoraga roared.
A thunderous sound wave exploded outward.
The surrounding ruins shattered again.
Then—
The divine general stepped forward.
Each step left massive footprints in the ground.
A third force had entered the battlefield.
The strongest disruptor—
Had arrived.
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