Chapter 119 This is the chapter in the book where the protagonist is beaten the worst.
There is no time to mourn the death of Gojo Sensei, now comes the person who...
"Wait, who is he?" Yuji Itadori in front of the screen, with tears still in his eyes, let out a sharp cry.
Mingming, who was broadcasting the current situation on the battlefield live to the technical college students, suddenly fell silent. She stretched out two fingers and gently placed them on her lips.
...Mr. Chiken?
Fourteen years have passed...
"Is it... a friend of Gojo-sensei?"
“…”
Mingming was rarely seen and fell into a long-lost memory.
Qian Jianmu’s disappearance was too sudden. It was just an ordinary day, and it wasn’t even the busiest midsummer yet. He disappeared without a trace.
No one knows where he went, and there has been no news of him. Compared to Geto Suguru who suddenly defected and killed his parents and an entire village, Chimamu's disappearance seemed like a natural change.
The General Directorate finally determined that Senjian was missing. In the world of sorcery, missing is equivalent to death.
His classmates and teachers all showed varying degrees of anxiety. However, the two people who should have been the most anxious, Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, who had the best relationship with him, did not express any opinions, as if they had known about this incident for a long time.
By the way, Gojo Satoru's attitude was so calm that the entire general management department conceded that Sengenmaku was murdered by him.
It was too peaceful, too peaceful to be true.
Mingming asked Xia Youjie about the situation. Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment and said thoughtfully:
"Maybe it's because he showed from the beginning that he would not stay in the technical college for long? And he also left a note. That guy is very smart. I don't think he will encounter any danger..."
"What about five?"
"Satoru?" Xia Youjie nodded his forehead: "That guy seems to have a kind of inner confidence in Xiao Qianjian...I'll take you to ask him in person?"
Although they are close seniors, Mingming and Gojo Satoru are not close friends, and she is just a nodding acquaintance with Geto Suguru. If she didn't really care about Qian Jianmu for some reason, she probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to look for the two of them until graduation.
On the other hand, the relationship between Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru improved in just one summer, which was incredibly fast. Even Utahime Iori was secretly muttering that even a flash marriage was not that fast. However, right after she finished complaining, she shuddered, as if she was disgusted by what she said.
When I found Gojo Satoru, he was playing games in his room.
"Eh? What that guy said is normal, right?" The white-haired boy spoke lazily without even turning his head.
Geto Xiayou shrugged his shoulders and showed an expression that said, "You see, that's how it is."
There were crackling sounds coming from the game console, it seemed to be the highest difficulty, but even so, the white-haired boy was able to handle it with ease, and even managed to distract himself and talk to them:
"First of all, it looks like that guy is not going to finish five years of studying in a technical college, right?"
...It's exactly the same reason as Geto Suguru's.
"And then?"
The cheerful music of the passing game sounded, and the white-haired boy leaning against the bed turned his head and glanced at them.
Because they were in the dormitory, the six-eyed son of God was not wearing sunglasses, and his incredibly beautiful blue eyes looked at them, as if they contained the entire blue sky and sea.
"Secondly, I don't understand either... I just subconsciously feel that he may have a goal that he must achieve?"
Mingming secretly complained in his heart, is Gojo Satoru such a considerate person?
However, Gojo Satoru obviously didn't care what she thought. He pondered for a while, then tapped his palms as if he suddenly realized something.
"That's it, right? It's a miracle, right?"
"Miracle?"
The boy tilted his head, the sun shining on his pure white hair. Mingming saw that he suddenly laughed, which was completely different from his usual mischievous appearance. There was a strange maturity and purity in him:
"Maybe one day a great gift will come from the sky. This is the strongest intuition."
Will it?
Mingming didn't quite understand. Later, Donggao encountered a series of accidents. After Geto Suguru's defection, Gojo Satoru fell into a period of depression. Then she graduated from the Jujutsu High School, refused the task of removing the cursed spirits from the general directorate, and began to work hard for "value". As if they had grown up overnight, everyone suddenly became busy and bustling.
One year, two years, five years, ten years.
He never came back, so no one mentioned him anymore, and everyone seemed to have forgotten him.
——Until today when Gojo Satoru got into trouble.
A miracle?
She thought with some regret.
Gojo Satoru never waited for his miracle.
And...a boy whose body shape hasn't changed at all in fourteen years, and he can't even beat her, so how can he fight Ryomen Sukuna?
That was the Curse King who killed even the strongest.
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"Remaining time for the first time rewinding: 55 seconds."
"Where are you from, kid?"
There was no fluctuation of cursed energy, and it appeared there inexplicably. In Ryomen Sukuna's thousand years of experience, he had never seen such a situation.
As if awakened by the man's voice, the white-haired boy who had been staring at the empty space slowly moved his eyes. He looked at Ryomen Sukuna, slowly narrowed his eyes, and sighed strangely:
"It's really you...I have to beat this Sukuna, right?"
"Countdown: 50s"
"You? You want to challenge me?" Ryoumen Sukuna suddenly forced a cruel smile: "Kid, you are too weak and not qualified."
He didn't feel any danger at all, and he was no different from an ordinary person. Ryoumen Sukuna didn't take him seriously either.
The next moment, the man had teleported in front of him. Sengenmaku only had time to draw out his sword to block and rolled off the boulder. However, Ryomen Sukuna was too fast. In the blink of an eye, the man grabbed his wrist and almost lifted him up from the ground.
"Spiritual power...are you an Onmyoji?"
The man laughed grimly, the hatred that had been sealed for a thousand years finally found a breakthrough:
"Interesting! It's getting interesting! I haven't tasted Onmyoji for a long time, and I'm still a kid..."
Without even using any effort, Qian Jianmu's right arm was cut off at the root!
Blood gushed out of his arm, as if he didn't feel any pain. With sharp eyes, Qian Jianmu took the opportunity to catch the fallen dagger with his left hand and leaped back a few steps.
The man did not chase after her, but licked the blood off her face with the tip of his tongue, with a hint of viciousness, like a cat catching a mouse.
"It's too weak, but... it's delicious. It seems to have some cursed power? Are you a sorcerer? Interesting."
A strong wind blew, and thanks to the special training of Gojo Sensei, Sengenmaku dodged the attack again. Several strands of his snow-white hair were cut off and slowly fell from the air. He held the knife in his left hand, and blood flowed down his empty right arm.
"Oh no, teacher. Ryoumen Sukuna is really hard to beat."
Despite being completely at a disadvantage, Sengenmaku laughed. A somewhat crazy smile outlined his blood-spattered face. The cursed power condensed at his feet. He leaned down, pushed the ground with his right foot, and rushed towards Ryomen Sukuna. The short knife flashed with a cold light and stabbed Sukuna's waist accurately, leaving a thin blood mark. Ryomen Sukuna blocked it with his arm and swung it casually. Sengenmaku was thrown high into the air, and at this moment, Ryomen Sukuna appeared under him!
A snow-white shadow of a Shikigami appeared under his feet. Sengenmaku used the force to leap forward, and the Shikigami flashed back into the sword. In the blink of an eye, Ryomen Sukuna appeared behind him again.
He didn't even use any moves!
"Is that all? How about trying harder?"
The next second, continuous attacks fell on Qian Jianmu. Even after a short special training, it was difficult for him to dodge the attacks. The excessively severe injuries even made his sense of pain numb for a moment.
'Click'
With a broken left arm and broken ribs, the white-haired boy rolled on the ground several times and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"How about trying harder and continuing to struggle?"
"Sue 45s."
He hated the world of gorillas.
I have never fought against an enemy with such a huge difference in strength!
However, everything is still under control.
The regeneration speed of the right arm was far slower than the speed of injury, so the broken arm was healed first. However, just as he got up from the ground, Ryomen Sukuna appeared behind him and kicked him away.
"What? You don't know any Onmyoji techniques at all? Too slow! Too weak!"
"Damn it, I'm not some Onmyoji!"
He didn't dare to release the shikigami for too long and just managed to maintain his balance. Qianjianmu barely landed on the ground, reached out to pick up the fallen limbs, and pressed them on his arm. Although the tendons and bones could not grow back for a while, a thin layer of skin connected the arm to the torso first. The weak arm hung at his side, and his left hand, which barely raised the knife, was shaking visibly.
At this moment, Ryomen Sukuna seemed to have seen something very interesting, and he began to think about it without paying attention to the people around him.
"Oh? It's not Yin Yang Jutsu, nor is it a reversal technique? Your method of transfer is also very strange."
Good, he was curious about him.
Taking advantage of this gap, Qian Jianmu barely tied the short sword and his palm together with a cloth strip, and smiled vaguely:
"I've already told you that I'm not a sorcerer or an onmyoji."
His stomach was seriously injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was already covered in blood, but his bright golden pupils were still shining:
“I’m just a writer.”
"Sue 30s"
"I'm just a writer who can write a few things--!"
The next moment, the white-haired man rushed out again, and the cursed power increased his speed to the extreme. Ryomen Sukuna swung a punch, and Sengenmaku jumped up and grabbed the swung arm. During the brief pause in the air, he stabbed the short knife straight into Ryomen Sukuna's eyes! Spiritual weapons can really cause painful damage to Ryomen Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna turned his fist and smashed it towards Sengenmaku's chest. With his other hand, he grabbed the ankle of the white-haired boy, drew a very short semicircle in the air, and then smashed the boy into the pile of rocks!
Smoke and dust rose up, and amid the severe tinnitus, Qian Jianmu heard his own weak breathing, blood foam gushing out of his mouth and nose, his limbs tumbled, and he was unable to stand up.
It's really... much more tragic than I could have imagined.
"Boring, nothing else?"
That’s all, it’s all. This time, there’s really nothing I can do even if I try my best.
The difference in combat power is so huge, there is only one strongest Gojo Satoru in the world.
In the shadow facing downward, Qian Jianmu slowly pulled the corners of his mouth,
The enemy's arrogance, this is the only thing Qian Jianmu can grasp.
She couldn't bring any sense of danger to Ryoumen Sukuna, she couldn't hide any weaknesses, she had to struggle and fight hard, exposing her differences, triggering his evil taste, and making him watch her continue to struggle.
If everything went well, he wouldn't even use any techniques because he wanted to see him looking desperate.
really--
"Your struggle is really interesting. Keep going. I haven't seen enough." The man laughed teasingly, stepped on the pebbles on the ground, and walked towards him step by step.
If you take into account the time when you are unable to move!
The moment the man's foot stepped on his back——
"Sue 20s"
"Struggle a little harder, delicious despair, and I will slowly, bit by bit, destroy you, and then eat you up..."
His breathing began to become stagnate, and his lower body went numb and then regained consciousness. The rough gravel rubbed his cheeks and left bloody marks. In his vision that was blank due to the pain, Qian Jianmu heard a crackling sound.
It was the sound of one's spine being broken section by section.
"Sue 15s"
"How about you watch me cook? Start here."
The next moment, his leg was cut off at the root, and the only part he could use was his relatively intact left arm.
The next moment, the right arm that had just been reattached and the still intact left arm were chopped off at an almost slow speed.
Massacre.
An excessively brutal and bloody massacre.
Somewhere, the young men who were looking at the screen opened their eyes wide and trembled, while the white-haired woman closed her eyes reluctantly.
...Even a miracle can't save the current situation?
At this moment, Miracle itself had no energy to think about whether anyone was watching this scene.
Heavy bleeding, severe pain, and the dull pain that was constantly recovering from the body. I couldn't die, so I had to survive.
A large amount of blood spread underneath him. Although he tried his best to avoid Gojo Satoru's body, he could no longer accurately locate the target after fighting to this extent. Chigenmaku opened his gray-gold eyes and saw his blood flowing to Gojo Satoru's upper body.
Then, dye the beautiful white hair red.
Slowly, it flows like a winding river.
For some reason, Qian Jianmu suddenly felt like laughing, so he couldn't help laughing. The blood flowed to his jaw along with the laughter, and his whole face was soaked in blood.
"If it were me in my past, I would try every possible means to kill you."
He whispered, his voice so soft that even Ryoumen Sukuna could hardly make out what he was saying:
"Just like killing those 417 people, no matter how difficult the situation is or how high the position is, as long as I want to do it, I will win."
As if he felt that he was being driven crazy, Ryomen Sukuna raised an eyebrow, leaned over, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up from the ground.
He had no reversal techniques, nor any healing Yin-Yang techniques. Although his recovery speed was strong, it was slow. Ryomen Sukuna was surprised that he could survive until now.
Blood dripped from the empty body like a fountain, and the feeling of having my throat strangled was suffocating, but...
You won't die from suffocation.
"Tell 7..."
Qian Jianmu laughed and mouthed the words.
"It's a pity that I'm a writer now."
"What are you crazy about?"
Even Ryoumen Sukuna had to admire him for being so crazy. He slightly loosened his grip on Chigenmaku's throat. Out of some respect, he wanted to hear what this man wanted to say.
"Tell 5..."
“I said, I’m just a writer.”
The lungs were injured, and blood foam could not stop overflowing from the mouth and nose:
"I won't kill you, but..."
"Tell 3..."
"In my future, and your past..."
"Tell 1..."
"Go to jail and write a book for me, idiot!"
"0. Anchor point Gojo Satoru confirmed failed, emergency replacement anchor point: Geto Suguru. Backtrack time: one year."
Something went wrong with the space-time coordinate anchor point that was originally set up to facilitate rescue. Because the confirmation failed, zero was stuck for one second.
In just a second, a sense of crisis gained from experience on the battlefield made Ryoumen Sukuna suddenly stretch out his palm and directly pierce through Chigenmaku's heart!
The power of this palm was incredibly strong. The man's elbow pierced into his body, and most of his arm came out from his back. Qianjianmu was almost hanging on his arm. Under such a brutal attack, the heart would be completely shattered and cease to exist.
but.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a heart.
As long as there is breath, as long as you are still alive.
His body is no longer what a human being should be.
The last thing Ryoumen Sukuna saw was the almost crazy smile on the boy's neurotic face:
"Great, that familiar pain, I win again! Hahahahaha!"
"Time travel is successful. Anchor point: Geto Suguru."
Time freezes in an instant.
The time bar is moving backwards madly.
Die and reborn, die and reborn, die and reborn.
The broken is repaired, the noisy is calmed, and the regrets are smoothed out again.
The dark time was retraced and the images were switched madly.
The coordinates were anchored, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw a dim alley.
While waiting for Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru opened his eyes and was shocked to see his classmate who had been missing for more than ten years appear beside him in a shape that was almost like a human pig.
He was even still laughing.
His face was covered in blood and mud, his white hair was tangled into a hideous ball by the blood, and there was a big hole in his heart that was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The young man whose limbs were missing turned around and looked at him with bloodshot golden eyes. There was a lingering twisted smile on his bloody lips. He spoke with a smiling voice, as sweet as a spoiled child.
"…Long time no see? Xia Yu."
Xia Youjie slowly opened his mouth, and his small eyes widened in confusion and shock.
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