Over the ruins of the elevated bridge in central Shibuya, a visible ring of sonic boom clouds exploded violently.
Toji Fushiguro, like a bolt of violent black lightning, tore through the air with a piercing whistle, closing the distance to Sukuna in an instant.
The superhuman physique granted by his Heavenly Restriction was displayed to its fullest potential at this moment.
Despite lacking even a trace of cursed energy, his body—tempered through countless life-and-death battles—exuded a pressure more terrifying than any Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Bang!"
Toji Fushiguro delivered a straightforward punch, carrying enough kinetic energy to shatter steel, aimed directly at Sukuna's face.
"Oh?"
Sukuna raised an eyebrow slightly, a flicker of surprise flashing in his crimson eyes.
He didn't choose to dodge; instead, he casually raised his left hand to block.
However.
The moment the fist made contact with the palm.
"Boom!!!"
The dull impact exploded in mid-air like a roll of thunder.
Sukuna's body, which had been as steady as a mountain, was actually knocked back several steps by the force of the punch, carving two deep trenches into the hard asphalt!
"No cursed energy, yet you can strengthen your body to this extent..."
Sukuna steadied himself and shook his slightly numb arm. Instead of anger, a cruel and excited smile curled on his lips.
"Interesting."
"Since you enjoy brawling so much, I'll play along."
"Stop your blustering, you old monster!"
Toji Fushiguro let out an arrogant laugh, giving the opponent no time to breathe.
He kicked off the ground violently, sticking to his opponent like a shadow once more.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Toji Fushiguro's fists became a blur of afterimages. Every strike carried a sonic boom that tore through the air, pouring down on Sukuna's vitals like a violent storm.
Fist winds howled, and shockwaves surged.
Under the sheer force of physical destruction, the surrounding ruins crumbled and shattered like scrap wood.
"Now!"
Standing atop a nearby building, Suguru Geto's eyes glinted.
He quickly formed hand signs.
"Roar!!!"
With a deafening roar, a massive Special Grade Cursed Spirit covered in sharp bone spikes pounced from the shadows at Sukuna's side.
It opened a maw large enough to swallow a truck, filled with corrosive venom, and lunged for Sukuna's head.
This was the perfect coordination between Suguru Geto and Toji Fushiguro.
One used extreme physical speed to engage in close combat, locking down the opponent; the other oversaw the battlefield from a distance, waiting for the chance to launch a lethal spell.
However.
Facing this near-certain kill, Sukuna only let out a disdainful huff.
"Child's play."
Sukuna's figure suddenly blurred strangely in place.
He managed to find an imperceptible gap within Toji Fushiguro's impenetrable cage of fists, slipping out like a ghost.
The menacing Special Grade Cursed Spirit's bite caught nothing but air.
"Dismantle."
The cold word escaped Sukuna's lips.
Sukuna's right hand, fingers held like a blade, casually traced an arc in the air.
Squelch!!
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit, despite its incredible defense, didn't even have time to scream before its massive body was instantly sliced into countless smooth pieces by invisible slashes.
A deluge of black blood poured down from the sky.
"It's not over yet!"
The moment Sukuna finished off the cursed spirit, Toji Fushiguro's next attack arrived.
He delivered a roundhouse kick with the force of ten thousand pounds, sweeping silently toward Sukuna's waist.
"Bang!"
Sukuna blocked it with a backhand.
But he had clearly underestimated the terrifying power of the Sorcerer Killer at full throttle.
The massive impact made Sukuna's body stagger. Toji Fushiguro capitalized on the momentum, flipping nimbly in mid-air.
"Crack!"
Toji Fushiguro's hand-blade, like a battle-axe, chopped down fiercely toward the back of Sukuna's neck.
Sukuna's reflexes were lightning-fast; he crossed his arms over his head to block.
"Boom!"
The terrifying power erupted again, slamming Sukuna straight into the ground and creating a massive crater in the concrete pavement.
"Phew..."
Toji Fushiguro landed steadily. He shook his arm, which was slightly numb from the recoil, his black eyes burning with an intense fighting spirit.
"Hey, Geto brat!"
Toji Fushiguro shouted without looking back.
"This monster's skin is too tough! Ordinary cursed spirits are useless. Bring out the best stuff you've got!"
"As you wish."
Suguru Geto's expression was grim.
He tore off his gojo-kesa, pressed his palms together, and released the vast ocean of cursed energy within his body without restraint.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation: Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!"
"Rumble!!!"
The ground across Shibuya began to tremble violently.
Countless black fissures spread through the ruins.
Hundreds upon hundreds of cursed spirits of various forms, exuding terrifying auras, swarmed toward Sukuna in the crater like demons crawling out of hell.
Things that flew, things that crawled, things that released poison gas, things that attacked the mind...
Under Suguru Geto's masterful control, this army of cursed spirits formed a three-dimensional strangulation formation with no blind spots.
"Toji!"
Suguru Geto shouted.
Toji Fushiguro understood instantly, vanishing into the army of cursed spirits like a top-tier assassin hidden in the dark, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.
"Now this is more like it."
Inside the crater.
Sukuna slowly stood up straight.
He looked at the overwhelming army of cursed spirits and the Sorcerer Killer hiding in the shadows, and a truly excited smile finally curved on his lips.
"However..."
"Do you really think you can close the gap in power with numbers alone? How naive."
"Slash! Slash! Slash!"
Sukuna didn't even expand his domain.
He simply stood there, his hands waving in the air like a conductor.
Countless invisible slashes, impossible to track with the naked eye, poured out in every direction like a violent storm.
"Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!"
The cursed spirits in the front, whether Grade 2 or Grade 1, were chopped into pieces without suspense the moment they touched the slashes.
Severed limbs flew everywhere.
Sukuna strolled through the army of cursed spirits as if taking a walk in a park, slaughtering any who approached while casually dodging Toji's ghostly sneak attacks.
"Useless, useless! Your movements are too obvious!"
Sukuna laughed maniacally, swinging both hands outward. Two massive intersecting slashes instantly cleared all cursed spirits within dozens of meters, even slicing a nearby skyscraper clean in half!
Amidst the violent explosions, shattered stones mixed with the remains of cursed spirits fell like rain.
"Damn it, we can't even get close!"
Megumi Fushiguro hid behind cover in the distance, his fingers gripping the wall so tightly that blood seeped from under his nails.
He and Maki Zenin had tried to rush in to help several times.
But the shockwaves of Sukuna's casual slashes and the terrifying air pressure from the battle between Toji and the cursed spirit army acted like an impassable chasm, keeping them firmly at bay.
"In a fight of this level, we'd only be a burden if we went in..."
Maki Zenin bit her lip, her eyes full of frustration.
Just as everyone was feeling the heat of the battle.
Yoru, who had been standing in the back without acting, suddenly put away Shiranui.
He turned his head toward the B3 exit, his gaze turning more serious than ever before.
"Suguru, Toji."
Yoru's voice remained clearly audible across the violent battlefield.
"Can you two hold out for five minutes?"