BANG!!
Two fists collided violently in mid-air.
One was covered in writhing black curse markings.
The other shone with radiant white light.
The shockwave that followed exploded outward across Shibuya.
Concrete shattered.
Buildings trembled.
The ground within several hundred meters fractured instantly.
Fragments of debris shot outward like bullets.
The compressed air detonated with a deafening roar.
"Hahahaha! Good!"
"Excellent!"
Ryomen Sukuna laughed wildly.
His fists descended like a storm.
Each strike carried terrifying destructive force.
The King of Curses was the pinnacle of cursed combat.
A thousand years ago, almost no one could fight him head-on.
Even the strongest sorcerers of that era feared his power.
But today—
He had encountered an opponent who refused to yield.
Yagami Sora advanced instead of retreating.
Step by step.
"Vector Manipulation — Kinetic Amplification."
At the moment each punch connected—
The kinetic force multiplied.
Tenfold.
At the same time—
Vector reflection redirected incoming impact.
His body moved like a perfect calculation engine.
Every movement optimized.
Every ounce of force maximized.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The two figures moved too quickly for human eyes to follow.
Only explosions remained in the air.
Every collision felt like a localized earthquake.
As the battle continued—
Sukuna's expression gradually changed.
What the hell is this brat…
Despite possessing a human body—
Sora's durability rivaled that of a top-grade cursed spirit.
Even worse—
Every time Sukuna struck him—
The impact vanished.
Like punching soft cotton.
But when Sora struck back—
The strange vector force penetrated deep into Sukuna's bones.
Even reaching the marrow.
Sukuna's grin faded slightly.
He altered his approach.
At the moment their fists clashed—
Sukuna's fingers moved subtly.
"Dismantle."
A microscopic slash appeared instantly.
A point-blank attack aimed directly at Sora's throat.
"Too obvious."
Sora didn't even dodge.
The vector field around his neck reversed instantly.
"Reflect."
The slash redirected.
Missing his throat by a millimeter.
Instead grazing Sukuna's own cheek.
A thin line of blood appeared.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed.
"…You reacted to that?"
The attack had been instantaneous.
Even elite sorcerers struggled to detect it.
But inside White Wings mode—
Sora's system monitored every fluctuation in surrounding space.
Even microscopic distortions triggered automatic counter-calculations.
Fighting him felt like punching a mirror.
All damage returned to its source.
Sora smirked.
While deflecting Sukuna's sweeping kick.
"What's wrong, King of Curses?"
"Your punches getting lighter?"
"Didn't eat today?"
"Or maybe you're just getting old?"
"Your era's finished."
"Old relics belong in museums."
Sukuna's eyes twitched.
"Is that really your full power?"
Sora continued mercilessly.
"This is the legendary Sukuna?"
He suddenly slipped through Sukuna's guard.
BANG!!
A punch smashed directly into Sukuna's face.
Launching him backward through the air.
"If that's all you've got…"
Sora sneered.
"Then I'll take the title of King of Curses myself."
"Too slow."
"Too weak."
"Shut up."
Sukuna flipped mid-air.
Landing gracefully.
He wiped the blood from his mouth.
His eyes became completely cold.
The anger of a king insulted by an insect.
"You've truly pissed me off."
His cursed energy surged violently.
The black markings across his body pulsed like living creatures.
"I'll tear you apart."
"I'll grind your bones into powder."
"I'll drag your soul out…"
"And roast it for ten thousand years."
The killing intent was overwhelming.
Just as the next clash was about to begin—
Something changed.
Sukuna suddenly froze.
One of his eyes slowly closed.
The massive cursed energy surrounding him began fading.
Rapidly.
"…Tch."
"Time's up already?"
He spat in annoyance.
Yuji Itadori's body was rejecting him.
Even after consuming fifteen fingers—
Yuji's will remained absurdly strong.
The boy refused to surrender control.
Sukuna glanced at Sora one last time.
That look contained many emotions.
Killing intent.
Interest.
Suppressed fury.
"Yagami Sora."
"This fight isn't over."
"Next time we meet…"
"I'll show you true despair."
"Wash your neck and wait."
The white glow around Sora faded.
His wings disappeared.
He looked at Sukuna.
Or rather—
At Yuji regaining control of his body.
His expression softened slightly.
"I'll be waiting."
"But next time…"
"Bring all your fingers."
"Otherwise I won't have enough to beat."
Sukuna's presence vanished completely.
The suffocating pressure disappeared.
Thump.
Yuji's body swayed.
Then collapsed to his knees.
The cheerful boy had returned.
But the road ahead—
Would only become more painful.
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