"Whoosh—"
The howling wind and the screech of a sonic boom instantly tore through the stagnant air above Shinjuku.
Miguel's figure was like a black cannonball shot from a barrel, leaping from the rooftop of a skyscraper dozens of meters high with a desperate, suicidal momentum.
He bore down directly on Satoru Gojo, who was suspended in mid-air!
His eyes were bloodshot, and his cursed energy was pushed to its absolute limit at this moment.
"Die! You white-haired monster!"
Miguel let out a wild roar and swung his right hand violently.
The length of black rope wrapped around his wrist instantly transformed into a striking viper.
Carrying a bizarre fluctuation capable of disrupting any technique, it lashed out viciously toward Satoru Gojo's face!
"Hmm?"
Satoru Gojo, who had been prepared to continue clearing the area with Blue, shifted his Six Eyes slightly.
His monstrous perception immediately detected the unusual aura emanating from that black rope.
"A Special Grade Cursed Tool capable of forcibly disrupting and neutralizing techniques?"
A highly interested curve tugged at the corner of Satoru Gojo's mouth.
He didn't dodge or teleport. Instead, he stood his ground intentionally, hands still shoved in his pockets, allowing the black rope to whistle through the air and strike at his face.
"Slap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out abruptly in the air.
Miguel's eyes widened to the size of saucers, his face filled with utter disbelief at the scene before him.
It hit!
That peerless Black Rope, which his family had spent decades and generations of sorcerers working day and night to weave.
It actually penetrated that legendary Limitless defense that was supposedly impossible to touch!
Although Satoru Gojo tilted his head at the last moment to avoid a direct hit to the face, the Black Rope still lashed firmly against his shoulder!
"Screech—"
The moment the Black Rope collided with the Limitless cursed energy, a shower of blinding sparks erupted.
A faint white mark was actually left on Satoru Gojo's expensive Jujutsu High uniform!
"It's working!"
The fear in Miguel's heart was instantly diluted by a surge of wild joy at finding a chance for survival in a desperate situation.
He yanked the Black Rope, using the recoil to stabilize himself in mid-air, preparing to launch a second wave of attacks in one go.
However, his ecstasy lasted for less than a tenth of a second.
"That's quite a nice toy."
Satoru Gojo slowly lowered his head, glancing at the white mark on his shoulder.
Then, he slowly looked up.
Within those azure eyes, the original playfulness and casualness had vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling, icy smile.
"But, if you think you can defeat me just by relying on a piece of rope..."
"Then you are seriously underestimating the title of 'Strongest of the Modern Era,' don't you think?"
Before the words had even finished echoing!
Satoru Gojo's figure vanished into thin air without warning, right before Miguel's locked-on gaze!
"What?!"
Miguel's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and an intense sense of impending death shot from his tailbone straight to his skull!
Too fast!
This kind of speed had already surpassed the limits of human visual and neural reaction!
"I'm behind you."
A voice like a reaper's whisper sounded abruptly in Miguel's ear, carrying a terrifying chill.
Before Miguel could even turn his head—before his brain could even issue a command to defend—
"Bang!"
A fair, slender fist, yet one containing enough terrifying power to shatter a small mountain, smashed solidly into his abdomen!
"Gah!"
Miguel felt as if all his internal organs had been completely displaced by that single punch!
Stomach acid mixed with blood sprayed out uncontrollably.
Like a kite with its string cut, he smashed toward a commercial building below at a terrifying speed that broke the sound barrier!
"Rumble!"
The reinforced concrete walls were as fragile as paper against Miguel's body, which was being used as a cannonball!
He crashed through the load-bearing walls of three consecutive floors, smashing countless office desks and chairs before finally coming to a halt amidst a cloud of dust and debris.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Miguel curled up painfully in the rubble, coughing up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He felt like every bone in his body was falling apart.
'Is this even human?!'
Even without using that broken Limitless technique, just based on pure physical strength, explosiveness, and reaction speed, this white-haired monster was an absolute grandmaster of Taijutsu!
However, Satoru Gojo's assault had only just begun.
"Whoosh!"
Another explosion of air rang out.
Satoru Gojo appeared above Miguel again as if he had teleported.
"Your physical skills are decent. Being able to survive a punch from me shows your physical conditioning is much stronger than your average sorcerer."
Satoru Gojo sneered, raising his right leg high. With a terrifying momentum like Mount Tai pressing down, he swung it downward toward Miguel!
"Boom—!"
The entire building shook violently under the force of that kick, as if a magnitude eight earthquake had occurred!
Miguel desperately raised his arms, using the Black Rope to block his chest, but he was still smashed through the floorboards by the violent force, plummeting straight to the next level!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The scene that followed was, for Miguel, nothing short of a one-sided massacre where he had no power to fight back!
Satoru Gojo found that under the continuous interference of that strange Black Rope, his proud Blue and Red could not be successfully formed for a time.
But he didn't show any sign of panic. Instead, he became even more aggressive due to the unique experience of his techniques being neutralized.
Since his techniques were sealed, he would settle the battle in the most primitive way!
He channeled his immense cursed energy through a variation of Limitless, wrapping it layer by layer around his fists and feet, unleashing a torrential storm of strikes upon Miguel!
Left hooks, right roundhouse kicks, knee strikes, and high-speed elbow thrusts!
Miguel was like a pathetic punching bag, being batted back and forth through the air and ruins by Satoru Gojo, spraying blood and screaming incessantly.
"That black-hearted demon!"
While Miguel was internally screaming in agony, he cursed Yoru's ancestors for eighteen generations ten thousand times over!
"You call this holding him for ten minutes?!"
"This is clearly just sending me here to be a one-sided punching bag!"
"If this keeps up, forget ten minutes—I won't even last one minute before being turned into mincemeat!"
Miguel desperately waved the Black Rope, making a final, struggling effort.
Meanwhile.
On the lightning rod of a super-high-rise building several kilometers away from this slaughterhouse.
A slender black figure stood quietly against the biting cold wind.
Within Yoru's deep red eyes, a faint shimmer of light flickered.
Relying on the insane long-distance vision of the Transparent World, he took in the miserable sight of Miguel being one-sidedly pummeled by Satoru Gojo several kilometers away.
"Pfft..."
Seeing Miguel's bruised and swollen face as he flew around the air like a ball, even Yoru, who usually maintained a cold and aloof image, couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
"Doing well, Miguel."
Yoru crossed his arms, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness and praise.
"To be able to last this long under that guy's serious state without being instakilled... your physical skills and durability really are something."
"Don't worry. Once you survive this..."
"I will definitely fulfill my promise and personally teach you a Breathing Style that can dominate Africa even without cursed energy."
Yoru shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
He knew that although Miguel was being beaten miserably, under the protection of that uniquely effective Black Rope, it wouldn't be easy for Satoru Gojo to completely kill him in a short amount of time.
That was enough.
Satoru Gojo was successfully pinned down in Shinjuku.
The gaze and most of the combat power of those old geezers in the higher-ups were also completely drawn to the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons here.
Now, on the entire chessboard, the only one still lurking in the shadows was that stitched-faced man with a millennium-old conspiracy in his head.
"So, next..."
Yoru turned around, his gaze shifting toward an extremely hidden underground location in Tokyo.
The tattered Shiranui at his waist seemed to sense its master's rising, terrifying killing intent, letting out a low, bloodthirsty, and crisp sword ring.
"Whoosh—!"
Yoru's figure instantly transformed into a dark red streak of light, vanishing into the vast wind and snow, heading straight for Kenjaku's hiding place!
And on the other side.
Just as the Shinjuku battlefield was in full swing and Satoru Gojo was being held back by Miguel.
Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Above the defensive barrier that was originally claimed to be indestructible, a massive black rift suddenly tore open.
A massive, island-sized, pelican-like Special Grade Cursed Spirit slowly descended from the rift, casting a gargantuan shadow.
And on the back of that cursed spirit.
Suguru Geto, dressed in his gojo-kesa, looked down from above at Yuta Okkotsu and the others who were standing ready.
Within those narrow eyes flickered a madness and fanaticism that made one's skin crawl.
"We finally meet, Yuta Okkotsu."
Suguru Geto's mouth curved into an extremely cruel arc.
The real target had been locked.
The raid on Jujutsu High had officially begun!
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