Chapter 70
She needs this person, so she can't die.
Although Gojo Satoru always teases Fuyuki, going back and forth countless times, time flies by.
Fuyuki pouted, staring at DK who had grabbed her again, and irritably pondered how she could completely get rid of him.
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But she did not forget her true mission.
A few days later.
Dongshu, hiding in a secluded spot, let out a long breath.
tired.
We are now at one of the world's key junctures.
Astral Matter – The Death of Riko in the Heavens.
A girl whose fate is to perpetuate the world of sorcery by assimilating with Tengen, who possesses the technique of "immortality".
Below.
After a day of carefree fun, the group arrived at the college and walked up the familiar steps.
The group quickly entered the barrier and finally reached a safe area. Gojo Satoru and Natsume, who were responsible for escorting them, couldn't help but relax.
Gojo Satoru's exhausted mind finally relaxed, and he let go of his inhibitions, complaining, "I'm never doing any more childcare work again."
"Hey!" Riko Tennatsu exclaimed in dissatisfaction.
As the two bickered, Fuyuki's figure was once again concealed.
She remained outside the college's perimeter, not yet planning to go in, leaning against a sturdy tree, its swaying branches blocking the sunlight.
She reached up and lifted the sun hat above her head, her gaze shifting upwards: "All ready?"
The man stopped, his deep green eyes looking over: "Kid, mind your own business."
Fuyuki glanced at him. Shen'er had become Fuhei Shen'er. This guy, had he sold his child to a family he once hated...?
Well.
Annoying adults.
Dongshu pouted, rarely feeling even a hint of anger or resentment towards this person!
Having known each other for so long, Fushiguro Jinji has come to realize that Fuyuki is no ordinary person.
He was powerless to find out what secrets lay hidden beneath the girl's harmless exterior, nor did he have the curiosity to do so.
Once a hitman gets his hands on the money, there's no reason for him to return it. Whether it's for personal gain or something else, he's determined to do this job.
He needs the money.
"I wasn't planning on stopping you."
Dongshu shook his head, making his stance clear: "However, if you're going to die, struggle a little longer. Don't die too quickly so I can't save you."
She gave off an impression that "you, Fu Heishen, can't beat Liu Yan."
Fuheishen scoffed, seemingly ignoring how much of what he said: "Instead of worrying about me, you should be thinking about whether you can get your pudding."
"It's still uncertain who is stronger."
It's clear that Fuheshner has figured out this sweet-toothed brat.
Fuyuki, who had already given up two days' worth of limited-edition pudding for the mission: ":"
She turned away from him in a huff, coldly uttering two words: "Whatever."
Such a conversation is quite common given their personalities, and Fuyuki wouldn't really get angry; it's just a way to smooth things over.
A few seconds later, Fuheishen had disappeared, and the bloody scent fed back by his spiritual energy constantly alerted Fuyuki's nerves.
She looked up at the sky, where pure white clouds drifted slowly across the boundless horizon, beneath which lay a bloody battle.
However, no one can die.
She wants Shen Er.
Sensing the commotion had subsided, Fuyuki began to move.
first.
She said, "The curse is gone."
All the magical power in her body disappeared, just like Fuheshen'er, and she became a person with zero magical power.
Fuyuki walked into the barrier naturally without triggering anything, and then yawned.
Soon, a huge crater appeared before her eyes, created by Gojo Satoru's technique.
A blood-soaked person lay in the ruins. Gojo Satoru's body was covered in horrifying wounds of all sizes, and blood was gushing out as if it were free.
This wound was caused by the top-grade cursed artifact, Tennishoku. The effect of this cursed artifact is to forcibly dispel all spells, making it perfect for dealing with Gojo Satoru's utterly shameless nature.
The wound started on the neck and went all the way to the lower right side. It was very deep, and Fuheishen's power almost made the wound go through.
The thighs were also given special attention, with severe wounds exposed to the air, and the smell of blood permeated the air.
Fuyuki went over to take a look, avoiding her gaze on the blood, and said:
"Faster."
The air currents surged invisibly.
Auspicious energy surrounds Gojo Satoru, symbolizing the fact that he is favored by the world.
The strongest won't die here.
He will escape from the brink of death and become the true strongest under the pressure of death.
Fuyuki sighed; there was only a little help she could offer.
Breaking through his own will is Gojo Satoru's test. His spiritual words might be able to command him to learn the Reversal Technique, but—
The world says, no.
The power of the gods is too great; such a forceful, defying command is not something a fragile world can withstand in an instant.
It still needs to grow, and only when the world becomes more solid will all the divine power of the God of Words be unsealed.
She waited.
The fly heads were swatted away; their weak magical power prevented them from causing any harm to the sorcerer.
The spiritual energy in the distance was mobilized, and the activating spiritual energy shield that had been set up earlier had been triggered. The first step was that Riko's fate had been changed.
This is just a small point, yet it is a huge source of sadness.
Dongshu headed towards her destination, deliberately choosing an earlier time to avoid witnessing a bloody battle. When she arrived, Xia Youjie was already lying on the ground—he had been defeated.
When Fuheshen saw her, he casually kicked Xia Youjie, who was standing at his feet. He did not kill the Cursed Envoy.
"I really owe it to my parents. Look, even someone like him has been defeated by a monkey like me who can't even use spells."
“How ironic, isn’t it?” He grinned, revealing a strange expression.
Dongshu looked at him, unfazed, and said with her hands on her hips, "Don't drag the majority into your mockery."
"Alright."
Fuheishen casually shrugged.
Walking up to Riko, the girl was lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless. This state of being drove even the usually gentle Spirit Master into a frenzy.
He picked up the "corpse" and weighed it in his hand, his deep green eyes instantly filled with helplessness:
"Are you sure you want to do this? This is a huge order for me."
"It's my job, can you be understanding?" Dongshu winked at him with his hands behind his back.
Fu Heishen knew some of his methods. Although he rarely carried corpses as an assassin, he could still tell from this familiar state.
suspended animation.
Fuyuki's method of dying, which looks very realistic yet fake, may be a deliberate flaw left unsaid.
At least.
Fuheshner noticed the familiar, undisguised energy fluctuations.
Over time, and having cooperated to some extent, he had rarely seen a tree use its spell power so openly.
Fuyuki's spiritual power was covered and concealed by the cursed power under the correction of the laws, but in the eyes of someone like Gojo Satoru who had cheat codes, he could only see the divine power given by the identity card by breaking through the cover of the cursed power.
Double protection—truly a testament to a mature global perspective.
"Don't worry, it won't be discovered. You can rest assured about my abilities. Your reputation as a cursed assassin won't be damaged in the slightest," Fuyuki assured him.
She then deliberately blinked to express her needs.
"OK."
He suffers no loss.
Fuhesh shrugged and gave in; it was only once anyway.
After handing over Riko to her employer and successfully receiving the money, Fuheishen walked down the main road in high spirits, bidding farewell to his middleman, Kong Shiyu.
He had two exhilarating fights and found his rhythm perfectly. Although there was a minor hiccup in the middle, the payment still arrived in his hands perfectly.
Perfect.
Suddenly, Fuheishen stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the unexpected person before him, somewhat taken aback.
Under the sunlight, Gojo Satoru looked at the man in front of him: "Hi, long time no see."
Fuheishen frowned: "Really?"
"Genuine or genuine."
Gojo Satoru tossed his blood-stained white hair, his expression arrogant: "I'm still alive."
Fuheshchen frowned; he had figured it out:
"Reversal Technique".
The Reversal Technique uses the power of the spell in a multiplicative way, turning the negative energy of the spell itself into positive energy.
Simply put, it's a healing skill.
On the verge of death, Gojo Satoru comprehended the Reversal Technique and felt an even greater power; he was the strongest.
"You got it right."
Gojo Satoru went into a state of frenzy, becoming incredibly confident, even more so than he had been in the past.
The two exchanged a few more barbs, and a fight was about to break out.
A battle between the strongest.
A massive technique collides with powerful flesh and blood; a battle of strength against strength.
Gojo Satoru's brain processes infinite information at lightning speed. He wields the strongest power, achieving a limitless attainment of no curse power consumption, which is completely different from his previous work.
Fukugoro swung the iron chain in his hand, and the sharp end of the Tengaiho passed right in front of Gojo Satoru in the air.
The golden sunset bathed the world in its light, and Fuyuki stood in the corner, watching the boy who was suspended in mid-air.
Gojo Satoru's face was filled with unparalleled madness.
This world is delightful.
He raised his hand, his six eyes looking at the world without any restraint.
A thunderous voice rang in his ears: "Above and below heaven, I alone am supreme!"
Utterly unrestrained!
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