Chapter 151 The End of the War

It has been a long time since anyone dared to challenge Gojo Satoru's number one position. The previous person who could leave such injuries on him was the man called "Fushiguro Shiori". He himself did not expect that after he had been at the top for so long, there would suddenly appear someone who could temporarily suppress him.

To be precise, it is a person and a cursed spirit.

But he doesn't care about that. All kinds of emotions in his mind were mixed together like boiling soup, unfamiliar inferiority and regret, familiar arrogance and arrogance, they all crowded in his mind, as if the emotions that had been missing for more than 20 years had suddenly returned to him, he was like a god turned into a human, and then, he was going crazy because of these chaotic and disordered emotions.

He roared like a wild beast and charged forward madly, trying to vent all these excess emotions. The first person he rushed towards was Cang because he was the closest. Each of his moves created a huge momentum, and soon created a cannonball-like effect in the area.

Cang always dodges before he can strike. Gojo Satoru who has lost his mind is extremely dangerous, but also because of this, he is no longer as defenseless as before. He no longer tried to hide his abnormality; his mouth opened into an incredible arc, and the hand that stretched out from his white sleeves was eerily slender. All the statues raised their heads and looked towards him, as if they were offering all their strength to their god.

He fought against the violent Gojo Satoru, and the area soon fell into a catastrophe of annihilation. "Ding-ling-ling-ling." People from the outside world kept calling Gojo Satoru, but no one answered the phone after several calls. The higher-ups looked at each other, not knowing what to say. The only one left was the representative of the Kamo family, whose face was pale and looked as if he wanted to faint immediately.

Pei Zhen naturally didn't know about the anxiety of others. Ever since Kamo Tsukuyuki and Gojo Satoru started fighting, he had focused all his attention there. He did not focus his attention on Kamo Tsukuyuki, because he knew that this was a battle belonging to another self, and he was not unprepared for it.

Elliot sensed movement somewhere, but he just glanced at it briefly and ignored it. The domain of life rejects the opening of different spaces, but it doesn’t matter, two of them are himself, and they can open a channel for him at any time.

This battle is by no means a life-and-death battle for them. That's enough.

The five elders of the Kamo family rushed over here quickly, accompanied by some people from the world of sorcery. The huge dark domain unprecedentedly encompassed an entire area, but everyone could only stand outside, unable to move forward.

They waited for a long time, so long that they thought the driver's talk of fighting was fake, and they didn't see anyone coming out. Gojo Satoru felt that this was the most difficult battle he had ever experienced. The fight with Fushiguro Shinjiro was extremely dangerous, and he would be "heartbroken" if he was not careful. This time, he was bearing the double torture of mind and body, fighting with another super-dangerous cursed spirit. Every time the opponent hit him, it added another layer of burden to his extremely bad situation.

He instinctively wanted to find someone else, but Cang would block him every time, blocking all his paths, and he was forced to get involved in the previous battle again. He seemed to have entered a dead end. Unless he defeated the cursed spirit in front of him, he would not be able to completely remove the double negative gains on his body. However, if he did not eliminate this chaotic state, it would be difficult to defeat this strange cursed spirit.

Kamo Tsukuyuki's face was pale and his condition was also not good. Although the main body and other aliases shared the information sent by Gojo Satoru's "Infinite Space", it still exceeded the limit of what the human brain can handle. In addition, he had to exert emotional influence on Gojo Satoru's soul. Ultimately, he was unable to personally intervene in the battle between Cang and him.

But apart from his expression, he didn't show any of this to the outside world.

A charred arm finally escaped from the Kamo family's territory. It was skinny all over, with no visible flesh at all, and looked more like burnt firewood than its arms. Because it had no power, it didn't dare to alarm any member of the Kamo family. Plus with that man around, it didn't dare to turn back even a little bit.

"I didn't expect that the real person disappeared and also fell into the hands of that person." His arms quickly moved away from this place, the farther the better, the faster the better. "Damn it, how could such a person suddenly appear? There was obviously nothing unusual before!"

How could a person from an oppressed lower-class branch family suddenly possess such power? Oh, by the way, that power didn't actually belong to him, but to that strange white curse spirit... Why did that curse spirit insist on listening to him and create such a terrifying guy?

"Now all my plans have been disrupted," Arm said gloomily, "The real person has been caught, and I have been trapped in it for so long. If I hadn't encountered some remnants of the 'real person' this time, I'm afraid I would never have been able to escape from that body. The price is that a large part of my soul was left there, and I probably won't have a chance to get it back."

After the last time, the "red thread" between him and the real person had been taken back by Kamo Tsukuyuki, so this time he had the opportunity to touch a part of the body of "Real Person No. 179" and use its special properties to sneak out in the form of an arm.

“But even so, that guy is more miserable than me,” as if he thought of something, the soul in his arm shuddered, and at the same time, a subtle sense of gloating arose from his consciousness: “I was just drained, but he was split into countless selves, and each of them ended in misery. No one thought that his ability could be used in this way. It is really... just right for him to be studied.” If he had a face, it would definitely be very ugly. He had never thought of this before.

He didn't relax at all even though he didn't see Kamo Tsukiyuki and Aoi. Although they had only been together for a short year, no one knew better than him how much the man had learned from him. That incredible level of acceptance made him break out in a cold sweat every time he thought about it. If anyone still thinks that Cang is the only dangerous one among them, he will definitely be taught a lesson.

He raised his head to feel the direction, thought about it, and decided to meet and cooperate with the two cursed spirits. The real person is no longer there, but he did bring some remnants with him. If he wants to do anything later, he can start with them.

Gojo Satoru was the first person to realize this, just as the arm had thought. He and Cang fought for a long time in the third-level realm. By the end, he had even gotten used to the mixed and surging emotions. In the sea of ​​emotions that could drive a person crazy, he tried his best to regain a little bit of rationality. He stood in the air, his body slightly hunched, and his whole face gradually wrinkled.

His six eyes lost their luster, and he breathed heavily. His fingers moved slightly, and he looked at Cang and said, "Is this your tactic?"

Cang still didn't answer. Gojo Satoru believed that he was capable of conversation, but from beginning to end, he never uttered a word to him. I don't know if he thinks highly of him. Gojo Satoru knew that he might not be the main one among the two, so he turned to Kamo Tsukuyuki, who still had that strange silk thread between his fingers.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes gloomily. "How despicable. This is a time-delaying tactic."

Kamo Tsukiyuki gave him a cold look and said, "As long as it works."

Every silk thread between his fingers was stretched taut, and just one glance at Gojo Satoru seemed to stir up the emotions in his mind, so he quickly looked away. He said, "No one will pursue your involvement with the curse spirit. You have such means and can fight me to this extent. No one in the world of curses can be your opponent. As long as you don't really turn to the curse spirit, no one will think of trouble with you."

"But it's true. In a battle, we don't judge by means, but by the final result." His pale expression showed patience. Gradually, excitement climbed onto his face again. He said fiercely, "Come on, let's see who is better. I'll show you how important my first place is!"

He no longer suppressed his emotions, and used the most violent attack to unleash the last of his cursed power.

The black film on the field slowly faded away. The driver and everyone else looked inside. The fifth elder was the first one to rush in. They didn't see anything. They only saw that the originally flat land had now become bumpy, the cement road had broken into dozens of pieces, there was not a single tree left standing, and the land was bleak and empty.

There were two figures standing there. They were standing at a certain distance from each other, and the one closest to them was Gojo Satoru. He had his back to them, and his back was still as straight as before. His white hair seemed to have lost its original color for some reason, and he looked motionless and unusually quiet.

Opposite him was the new head of the Kamo family. He looked much more embarrassed. His face was pale and gloomy, but his clothes were intact. However, the cursed spirit that was always by his side had disappeared. When he saw them coming, he raised his eyes slightly and looked over here. The fifth elder was startled and hurried forward, wanting to check his condition and take him away from here as much as possible.

Even if this requires sacrificing the Kamo family's already precarious reputation.

And just then, he heard Gojo Satoru say, "Very good."

"?" He didn't understand, and the others also stopped and looked at the two people in the field. Kamo Tsukuyuki looked at Gojo Satoru and a smile that he always had appeared on his face.

"No," he said, "Mr. Gojo, you are the best." After a pause, he said, "You are worthy of being the strongest, and the title of the first is well-deserved. You can persist until now in that state and achieve this point. It is really beyond my expectation. I apologize for my previous remarks. In any case, your existence is an important reason for the stability of the current magic world."

"Gojo Satoru can live without the Jujutsu world, but the Jujutsu world cannot live without Gojo Satoru."