Chapter 88: Black Man
Geto Suguru stood to the side, not making a move immediately, his narrow eyes examining Miguel with great interest.
"Excellent physical technique, a rare Cursed Tool, and this self-strengthening Cursed Technique—a very practical combination."
He said in a low voice to Toho Hiroshi beside him, his eyes flashing with obvious brilliance, "He is a rare talent."
Toho Hiroshi's gaze from under his mask swept across the battlefield, evaluating indifferently: "Strength is acceptable. You want him?"
"With such strength, it would be a pity to have him buried in this desert."
Geto Suguru smiled slightly, "Besides, doesn't our 'Akatsuki' need companions from different regions with different powers?"
Miguel, whose strength was comparable to a Special Grade Sorcerer, relied on his exquisite physical technique, his unique'Song of Prayer' Cursed Technique, and the special grade cursed tool 'black rope' that could interfere with Cursed Techniques. After a fierce battle, he finally succeeded in exorcising the powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from war and suffering.
He stood in the lingering traces left behind after the Cursed Spirit dissipated, breathing slightly, sweat hanging on his bronze skin. His gaze remained sharp as an eagle, looking vigilantly at Toho Hiroshi and Geto Suguru who had been watching from the sidelines.
These two, especially the black-robed person wearing the strange swirl mask, gave him a sense of unfathomable danger, far surpassing that Cursed Spirit just now.
He couldn't perceive the other party's specific Cursed Energy fluctuations at all, as if he were facing a void abyss.
Geto Suguru stepped forward, a highly deceptive, gentle smile on his face, and applauded lightly: "A brilliant battle, Mr. Miguel. Your strength and technique are breathtaking."
Miguel frowned, and asked in a deep voice with accented English: "Who are you? What is your purpose here?"
"We are travelers searching for the true face of the world." Geto Suguru answered calmly. Immediately, he did not hide it and directly activated 'Cursed Spirit Manipulation', condensing the remains and core Cursed Energy of the just-exorcised, not yet fully dissipated Special Grade Cursed Spirit into a pitch-black cursed spirit orbs, which he took into his hand.
Seeing this scene, Miguel's pupils constricted: "Absorbing Cursed Spirit? You..."
"Just as you see."
Geto Suguru put away the cursed spirit orbs and looked at Miguel with a sincere gaze, "My name is Geto Suguru, and this is my companion. We are looking for like-minded people to complete a great cause together—to eliminate the Non-Sorcerers who constantly breed Curses in this world, and create an ideal world that belongs only to Jujutsu Sorcerers, without Curses."
He once again threw out his "Great Cause." Although this was no longer the entirety of his goal, it was still an effective banner to attract some strong individuals.
Listening to Geto Suguru's remarks about "eliminating Non-Sorcerers and creating a world for Jujutsu Sorcerers," Miguel's rugged face did not show much surprise or disgust, but rather an expression of deep thought.
He had been active for years in this land tormented by war, poverty, and the countless Curses bred from them. He had seen too many tragedies caused by the fear and ignorance of ordinary people, and he knew well the poison that Curses brought to this land.
Geto Suguru's philosophy, although extreme, exactly struck a certain latent desire in his heart to completely end this suffering.
"Eliminating the root of Curses... a world that belongs only to Jujutsu Sorcerers?"
Miguel repeated, his eyes sharply scanning Geto Suguru and Toho Hiroshi, "Sounds crazy, but... not entirely without appeal. I have seen too many tragedies born from ignorance and fear."
His tone changed, his fighting spirit rising again. The black rope tightened in his hand, pointing at Geto Suguru: "However, anyone can talk about ideals. If you want me, Miguel ODur, to follow you, just talking won't do! Let me see your caliber."
"If you can defeat me head-on, I will acknowledge that you have the strength to carry out this 'Great Cause,' and what does it matter if I follow you."
Geto Suguru smiled slightly, as if he had expected this long ago, and was about to step forward to fight, but Toho Hiroshi beside him took a step forward.
"Geto, no need to waste time."
Toho Hiroshi's voice came through the mask, cold and without waves. His gaze fell on Miguel, "I'll do it."
Geto Suguru raised an eyebrow, but did not stop him. He had absolute confidence in Toho Hiroshi's strength, and was happy to be idle.
Toho Hiroshi looked at the battle-ready Miguel and directly proposed a bet so simple it was almost insulting: "I'll give you a chance. Three minutes. As long as you can touch the corner of my clothes within these three minutes, even if only once, you win. We can leave immediately and not bother you again."
Miguel's bronze face instantly flushed with anger. The other party's attitude was simply a great contempt for his strength.
"Arrogant guy! Three minutes? Touch you? I will smash that ridiculous mask of yours."
Toho Hiroshi ignored his anger and continued to finish the conditions in that flat but unquestionable tone: "If you fail... then, from now on, your power and life will belong to us."
"Follow us back to Japan, join the 'Akatsuki' organization, and dedicate everything you have."
"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"
This was no longer an invitation to spar, but a naked declaration of subjugation. Miguel laughed in anger: "Good, very good. I'll see how you can keep me from touching you in three minutes. Start!"
As he roared the last word, his Cursed Energy exploded instantly, the ancient chanting of'Song of Prayer' sounded low, muscles bulged, and speed and strength were raised to the limit.
He was like a bolt of black lightning, holding the black rope that interfered with Cursed Techniques, and lunged directly at Toho Hiroshi from a tricky angle.
He was confident that even if the other party had a space-type Cursed Technique, under the interference of the black rope, it would be impossible to completely avoid his close-quarters onslaught.
However, facing this lightning-fast offensive, Toho Hiroshi did not even move his feet.
Just at the moment when Miguel's fighting-spirit-filled eyes met the calm eyes under Toho Hiroshi's mask—
Time seemed to have frozen.
Miguel only felt the world before his eyes suddenly twist and change color. Toho Hiroshi's figure disappeared, replaced by an endless blood-colored sky. Under his feet was scorched earth burning with black flames, and countless hideous crows issued ear-piercing cries, rushing toward him like a tide.
What was even more terrifying was that he felt he was being nailed to a huge cross, his body bound by invisible power, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as his limbs were pecked and torn apart by black crows bit by bit.
Intense pain!
An indescribable, bone-deep, and soul-deep intense pain came clearly.
"Ahhh—"
Miguel let out a shrill scream in the illusion. This was not an illusion at all, but a real experience where his senses were completely dominated! He tried to struggle and urge his Cursed Energy, but found that his connection with'Song of Prayer' and the black rope was completely severed, as if he had always been an ordinary person without power.
In reality, from Geto Suguru's perspective, things were frighteningly simple.
Just as Miguel started his charge and his figure had just dashed out, his movements were like being hit by a pause button, and he suddenly froze in place.
The anger and fighting spirit on his face were instantly replaced by extreme fear and pain. His pupils dilated to the limit and were bloodshot, and a "ho ho" discordant choking sound came from his throat.
His strong body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. The black rope in his hand fell onto the sandy ground with a "clatter," and he was completely unaware of it.
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