"Last words?"
Leaning forward with a clenched fist, Satoru Gojo curled his lips into a feral grin.
"Like hell I prepared something like that!"
"Black Flash!!!"
BOOM!
The terrifying impact caused the already shattered ground to collapse even further.
Black-and-crimson lightning burst brilliantly through the air. Yet the fist Gojo threw with all his might was effortlessly stopped by a single pale hand.
The inviolable Infinity strengthened by the Six Eyes—
Against the repulsive force field created by the Rinnegan!
Crack—
The collision of two completely different repulsive forces tore through space itself. Between palm and fist, the violent energy distorted the void, faintly ripping open spatial fractures.
"Are you still clinging to the unrealistic fantasy of defeating me?"
"Confidence is a good thing. Blind arrogance is not."
With a cold sneer, Mirai released an even more terrifying tide of void-like force from his palm.
Dark spatial cracks spread and widened violently.
BOOM!!!
Gojo coughed up a mouthful of blood, shock flashing deep within his eyes.
His Infinity… had actually been forcibly broken through.
Not through tricks like a Simple Domain or Domain Amplification—
But through overwhelming brute force even stronger than Infinity itself.
Before the blood blooming across his chest could even fall, Mirai's ghostlike figure appeared behind him.
"Oh, right. Black Flash isn't exclusive to your school."
Like a speeding train, the black light surrounding Mirai's fist instantly filled Gojo's entire vision.
BOOM!!!
The sickening sound of a skull cracking echoed beside his ears.
A split second later came overwhelming pain. There was no longer a single patch of intact skin left on Gojo's handsome face.
Mirai spoke indifferently.
"Do you understand now? This is the gap between our dimensions."
Taking a single step forward, Mirai appeared ahead of the trajectory of Gojo's flying body.
Without the slightest surge of cursed energy, he unleashed a whip-like kick moving at near light speed, smashing brutally into Gojo's abdomen.
BOOM!
Spiderweb cracks exploded across the earth as Gojo's blood-covered body was driven violently underground.
Within the giant crater buried beneath endless dust, Gojo continued sinking under crushing gravity.
His azure eyes stared upward. Blood staining the corners of his vision made Mirai—standing at the edge of the crater—appear even more monstrous.
So strong… truly overwhelming.
For the first time in his life, Gojo felt utterly powerless.
The flow of Reverse Cursed Technique slowed more and more. Yet he paid no attention to the agony wracking his body.
Ever since the incident with Toji Fushiguro, Gojo had once become convinced of his own invincibility.
He believed no sorcerer in the jujutsu world could threaten him again, and no cursed spirit existed that he could not destroy.
Even against the King of Curses who ruled a thousand years ago, Gojo had absolute confidence he would emerge victorious.
Until the appearance of Zenin Mirai…
The pounding in his chest—an emotion he had never experienced before—flashed through his mind.
Could I… lose?
After a brief moment of confusion—
Gojo stopped using Reverse Cursed Technique to heal himself and instead concentrated all of his cursed energy into his palms.
Without the usual buildup process of Blue and Red—
At the instant dazzling colors flickered into existence, the bedrock a hundred meters underground exploded apart.
Repulsion and attraction were simultaneously constructed and fused together. Deep violet light rose from both of Gojo's palms.
The not-yet-stabilized Hollow Technique: Purple began twisting and deforming.
It looked as though it might explode directly within his hands at any moment.
A crazed grin spread across Gojo's face as he forcibly fused the "death" contained at the tips of both hands.
Simple techniques were useless against Mirai. Even in a domain clash, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
Squeezing out every ounce of his potential, Gojo's improvised inspiration surpassed his limits once again.
As he stared at the golden point of light compressed between his palms, radiant Buddhist light began to shine outward.
In such an unstable state, even Gojo himself wasn't sure whether this would succeed.
If the fusion failed, it could explode in his hands and kill him instantly.
But so what?!
Laughing madly, Gojo slammed his palms together, compressing the golden light to its absolute limit.
Violent cursed energy surged. Before the attack was even released, the power had already blown his hands apart into mangled flesh and blood.
His fingers interlocked tightly, bloodied ring fingers pressed together.
"Purple… fused with Purple…"
Pointing the attack toward Mirai above him, Gojo roared:
"Maximum Technique: Piercing Sun!"
BOOM!!!
The hundred-meter-thick layers of earth vanished without a trace, pulverized into dust the instant they touched the light.
"Gojo Satoru… I acknowledge your talent."
"But…"
"It's still not enough."
Looking down at the Buddhist radiance shooting upward, black ink-like darkness rose from Mirai's lowered fingertips.
"Maximum Technique: Night King."
The holy light capable of purifying all things collided head-on with darkness that carried absolute destruction.
In an instant—
The two catastrophic beams of energy slammed together.
BOOM!!!
An underground detonation like a nuclear explosion—
A collision like a comet striking the earth.
An earthquake of unimaginable magnitude shook the land itself, shifting entire tectonic plates.
The fractured ground split from a hundred meters underground all the way to the surface.
A massive canyon opened beneath Mirai's feet, deep enough that its bottom could not be seen.
On the other side of the battlefield, Ryomen Sukuna, in his four-armed form, fought Mirai's clone in a frenzy.
Infinite slashes covering the entire battlefield continuously crashed against the invisible domain surrounding Mirai.
As the tremors gradually subsided, Sukuna grinned savagely and lunged forward.
With the advantage of four arms, close-quarters combat was one of Sukuna's specialties.
BOOM!!!
Shockwaves exploded outward. Dust and shattered stone filled the air.
Yet Sukuna halted before the invisible field around Mirai, unable to advance even a single step further.
With a low chuckle, Sukuna's cursed energy surged higher.
Whoosh—
Blue cursed flames suddenly ignited around his fists.
The punch that previously could not advance at all now slowly pushed forward, trembling as it broke through the repulsive force.
While inside Yuji Itadori's body, Sukuna had witnessed Miwa and Kusakabe using Simple Domain.
During the Shibuya Incident, he had also sensed the cursed energy properties of Jogo's Domain Amplification.
Merely from observing them once, Sukuna comprehended the technique instantly without instruction.
The clone before him was the embodiment of Mirai's domain itself.
Therefore, using Domain Amplification would naturally allow him to bypass that invisible defense.
Everything had gone according to Sukuna's calculations. The grin on his face widened.
Once the defense was breached, it would become pure hand-to-hand combat.
And with four arms—
Sukuna possessed absolute confidence.
Just as success seemed within reach, Sukuna suddenly turned his head irritably toward the side.
"A suicidal insect."
Leaping backward in a single bound, Sukuna slashed out hundreds upon thousands of invisible blades.
CLANG!!!
His sneak attack exposed, Yuta Okkotsu raised his sword and deflected the barrage one after another, though his body was forced backward continuously.
"Technique Release—Rika!"
The ring on his finger flashed silver. Without another word, Yuta immediately entered his full-powered state.
"ROAR!!!"
Possessing cursed energy reserves even greater than Gojo's, the fully released Rika Orimoto expanded enormously in size.
The single eye on her forehead radiated terrifying killing intent as a sphere of condensed cursed energy blasted toward Sukuna.
BOOM!!!
Sensing the power behind the attack, Sukuna lightly leapt backward a hundred meters.
"Oh? Looks like you're not trash after all."
Licking the corner of his lips, Sukuna looked with interest at Yuta approaching with sword in hand.
"Not bad, brat…"
"Congratulations. You've earned yourself a seat at the table."