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Within the Innate Domain.
Araki Itsuki grinned sinisterly, suddenly appearing to the Finger Curse Spirit's right.
The monstrous giant scythe in his hand swept across, barely lifting the Finger Curse Spirit, and easily severed its right arm, which it had tried to use for defense.
Blood gushed from the severed limb.
Layast's savage laughter and the Cursed Spirit's wails echoed simultaneously.
"Even if it's a Cursed Spirit, having an arm cut off must still hurt quite a bit, right?"
Araki Itsuki smiled, the monstrous giant scythe in his right hand still dripping with vile blood, while his left hand tightly gripped the Finger Curse Spirit's severed arm.
Squish!
Under the Finger Curse Spirit's gaze, he violently crushed it!
The Finger Curse Spirit, enraged and humiliated, furiously conjured two dense balls of Cursed Energy and attached them to its hands.
Twisting its body, it spun and launched the two Cursed Energy projectiles at Araki Itsuki.
Thud!
Araki Itsuki met the attack head-on without dodging, his sturdy body engulfed in the explosive shockwave, yet he remained unmoved.
He was like a massive dam intercepting a raging river, forcefully splitting the surging current in two.
Countless sharp fragments of stone whistled past, the wall behind Araki Itsuki was riddled with holes, and the passage itself bore numerous scratches.
He brushed the dust from his body, his expression contemptuous.
"You can't even hit hard, and you call yourself a Special Grade Cursed Spirit?"
The Finger Curse Spirit gnashed its teeth in anger, its face contorted.
Its grotesque eyes fixated on Araki Itsuki, wishing to tear him to shreds.
It spread its arms, stretched its body, and unleashed its wild Cursed Energy without restraint.
For a moment, the surrounding walls began to crumble.
Itadori Yuji had recovered and regained his mobility.
He quickly raised his arms to block the shockwave, only to find the uniform on his sleeves roughly torn.
"Such terrifying power!"
After unleashing its wild Cursed Energy, the Finger Curse Spirit clutched its head with both hands, then rapidly waved its arms.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!
Countless Cursed Energy orbs condensed and bombarded Araki Itsuki, raising clouds of smoke, and the entire area trembled.
Araki Itsuki was completely engulfed in the chaos, and all movement ceased.
Itadori Yuji and Fushiguro Megumi gradually adapted to the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's oppressive aura, retreating to the rear and quickly analyzing its strength.
The more they looked, the colder their hearts grew; how were they supposed to fight this?!
After a long while.
The Finger Curse Spirit panted heavily, certain that Araki Itsuki had not escaped the explosion.
Its ugly face broke into a toothy grin, its grotesque claws cradling its chin, its body swaying like a worm.
"Heh heh... heh heh... heh heh heh!"
However, just then.
As the smoke cleared, Araki Itsuki covered his forehead with an exasperated expression, mocking:
"What an idiot, doesn't even understand 'no damage with smoke.'"
His figure flickered, and he vanished from his spot.
The Finger Curse Spirit's heart was filled with terror and confusion, not understanding why Araki Itsuki hadn't been harmed.
It quickly formed its hands into blades, attempting to slash in all directions to force out Araki Itsuki's position.
Crack!
A crisp bone-snapping sound echoed; its arm, barely raised and before it could react, was mercilessly severed by Araki Itsuki.
It suppressed the fear in its heart and the intense pain from its severed arm, bending its legs, wanting to get away.
At the same time, disgusting fleshy tendrils emerged from the severed limb, wriggling like maggots.
It intended to create distance and repair its arm.
But a flash of blood light streaked by.
Before its arm could regenerate, its bent thigh was brutally cut off, blood splattering.
The Finger Curse Spirit's mutilated body fell to the ground, doubting if it was dreaming.
I haven't even left the Novice Village , and you're giving me an opponent like this?!
On the other side.
Fushiguro Megumi looked at Araki Itsuki in disbelief, muttering, "So strong, completely not on the same level of being."
"The Special Grade Cursed Spirit in Araki's hands is like a small rabbit caught in a tiger's jaws—a complete massacre, with no chance of fighting back at all."
Itadori Yuji also nodded in earnest agreement: "Compared to Araki, I'm really too weak."
Araki Itsuki looked at the Finger Curse Spirit, which had its limbs severed and lay like a dead dog, and unhappily stepped on its head.
"How boring."
Then he kicked it, sending it flying towards Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori Yuji.
"The rest is up to you two."
"Fushiguro, a genius Jujutsu Sorcerer, show everyone the power of the Ten Shadows Technique."
Fushiguro leaped back, moving away from the deep crater made by the Finger Curse Spirit.
He took a deep breath and formed a Cursed Technique with his hands.
"Divine Dogs!"
A wolf-dog, entirely black but with sturdy white limbs, emerged from his shadow.
It was the 'Kon' dog, which had inherited the power of the white Divine Dogs.
Unlike its previous 'husky' form, this Kon dog now had sharp, slender limbs and a stronger physique.
It bared its teeth, full of ferocity, its fangs ready to tear into an enemy's flesh at any moment.
"Nue!"
Fushiguro crossed his hands, hooking his thumbs together.
The owl-like Nue spread its wings and soared high, circling rapidly in the air to increase their mobility.
The Finger Curse Spirit had regrown its limbs and was just climbing out of the shattered, sunken ground.
It then saw a person and a dog charging forward, attacking simultaneously from both sides.
It felt deeply underestimated; the toys that had been too scared to move earlier now dared to fight back.
It immediately let out an angry roar: "I, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, can't deal with that monster, but I can't deal with you?!"
Fushiguro rushed forward, his left leg pushing off the ground with force, his body rotating to channel power, and his right foot chopping down like an axe towards the Finger Curse Spirit.
Slap!
After being blocked by the Finger Curse Spirit's arm, he quickly disengaged, bent at the waist, ducked his neck to avoid a sweeping arm, and immediately circled to its back.
His fist, imbued with Cursed Energy, delivered a straight punch to its unprotected back.
The Finger Curse Spirit cried out in pain, staggered two steps to steady itself, then threw a punch at Fushiguro's head.
However, a black-and-white figure leaped into the air, its sharp claws carving a cold light through the air, leaving a deep wound directly on its arm.
At the same time, a savage, bloody maw lunged towards the Finger Curse Spirit's neck.
The Finger Curse Spirit took another hit and had to abandon the iron fist aimed at Fushiguro's head.
Its right hand blocked Fushiguro's blow, and its left hand gripped Kon's neck, keeping the bloody maw at bay in mid-air to protect its own neck.
As the three were locked in a stalemate, the tiger of west junior high moved.
This monster, with an 80kg body and single-digit body fat percentage, could run 50m in under 3 seconds in high school.
Now, after being tainted and strengthened by Ryomen Sukuna's Cursed Energy, his physical abilities would only be more formidable.
Itadori Yuji's thighs suddenly grew thicker, making even his loose uniform taut.
A blur appeared as he rapidly approached the Finger Curse Spirit.
Upon reaching it, Itadori Yuji angled his body, his soles scraping wildly against the ground.
His upper body, meanwhile, gripped the cleaver-like 'Tsuzuma' with all his might, savagely slashing at the Finger Curse Spirit's lower half.
"Ah!"
In Araki Itsuki's eyes.
Itadori Yuji performed a sliding tackle, rushing towards the Finger Curse Spirit's crotch, while mercilessly slashing at its lower body.
It was just unknown whether a humanoid Cursed Spirit even had a lower body.
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit felt a chill in its crotch, struggling to shake off Kon and Fushiguro.
However, Fushiguro grabbed its arm, tightly restricting its body and preventing it from moving.
With a crunch, blood splattered.
Itadori Yuji, disregarding the foul blood on his head, quickly stood up, his cleaver striking directly, severing the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's head from its back.
However.
Bang!
The pained Special Grade Cursed Spirit erupted with wild Cursed Energy, directly blasting the two people and one dog away.
Reaching down to clutch its cold crotch, the Finger Curse Spirit ignored everyone else and charged towards Itadori Yuji.
Kon isn't a dog, you're truly a dog!
Itadori Yuji shielded his head with both hands, frantically parrying the Finger Curse Spirit's attacks.
"This isn't fair!"
"I don't have anything there, so why are you constantly chasing me?!"
No sooner had he complained than he was sent flying into the air by a punch from the Finger Curse Spirit.
At the same time, it leaned back, its mouth puffed out, and dense Cursed Energy gathered at its lips.
"Damn it!"
Itadori Yuji's expression changed; he had no way to avoid it in mid-air!
Puff, puff, puff!
Three Cursed Energy orbs condensed into gas masses shot skyward, bombarding Itadori Yuji, who had no leverage in the air.
At the critical moment,
A strange eagle cry rang out.
The owl-like Nue swooped in, grabbed the falling Itadori Yuji, and rapidly ascended.
It dodged the three Cursed Energy blasts and brought him to Fushiguro's side.
Itadori Yuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Thanks."
Fushiguro's face was grim; he watched the Special Grade Cursed Spirit intently, not daring to relax, his mind racing:
Araki didn't intervene during Itadori's dangerous moment just now; it seems he really intends for us to exorcise this Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
He gave a wry smile:
"Gojo Satoru Sensei was right, he's a truly reckless guy."
Araki Itsuki stood on a high staircase, watching the battlefield below with interest, cupping his hands like a megaphone to his mouth and shouting down:
"Fushiguro, stop overthinking!"
"Let existence, fairness, kindness, happiness—all of them go to hell!"
"Enjoy the thrill of battle, enjoy the beauty of slaughter, enjoy this feeling of being on the brink of death!"
Finally, he laughed maniacally.
"The essence of the soul is bloodlust! No reason needed! Slaughter this beast!!!"
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