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Chapter 475: Shinjuku Decisive Battle

2018, December 12, Shinjuku.

At 8:00 in the morning, Gojo Satoru arrived at the battlefield.

Three days ago, the fourth inspection of the magic world confirmed that all ordinary people had been cleared out. In the skyscrapers filled with steel and concrete, there was no trace of human survival and activity.

The white-haired man wearing a black eye mask took a step forward and walked down from the rooftop as if he was strolling in the garden.

The moment it stood still, the ground shook violently, a huge gap appeared on the road surface, the building shattered, glass flew everywhere, spinning at high speed, breaking through layers of obstacles and shooting straight into the ten-meter attack range centered on Gojo Satoru.

Red Mars burst forth from the friction, and its temperature rose, so that to the outside world it looked almost like a meteor shower streaking across the sky.

1th second.

Gojo Satoru took off his eye patch and blinked twice with his blue eyes with white eyelashes.

18923 pieces.

The six eyes captured the trajectory of 18923 pieces of glass moving in the air, and unsurprisingly, they were attacking him in a circular trend.

No lower limit has no effect.

At 1.43 seconds, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, formed a seal with one hand, and a surge of dark blue magic power leaped out from his palm.

At 1.67 seconds, 18922 pieces of glass stopped in mid-air and then turned around and flew outward.

The 18923rd piece of glass brushed across his left cheek, leaving a 2-centimeter-long bloody mark.

The reversal technique was activated, the scar disappeared, and blood flowed down the cheek.

A woman with a light scar on her forehead, wearing dark lipstick and a white butterfly dress, descended from the sky.

"This is an appetizer." She smiled. "How is it? Did you enjoy it?"

"It's just so-so." Gojo Satoru wiped away the blood with his hand, a smile on his face, and said in a relaxed tone, "It doesn't really interest me."

"Or is this the best you can do?"

"That's all? Of course not." Lu Suo raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes flickering with a faint light, "I thought that breaking through the limitless limit would be a special surprise for you."

"Well... if it's the first time, of course I'd be surprised." Gojo Satoru said, "But this is the nth time, if I make a fuss every time, it would be too frivolous."

"Tsk, what a good attitude you have, Gojo Satoru." Nozomi sighed.

"If you had to face a group of old men who were so old that their faces were covered with wrinkles but still alive every day, I guess your mentality would be very good too."

Gojo Satoru nodded indifferently, stuffed the eye patch into his pocket, looked around, and tilted his head as if puzzled: "Why are you alone?"

"I thought it was a huge group of cursed spirits," he said. "Where is your million-strong army?"

“There is no such thing.”

"They were the ones who shamelessly rushed over in waves, relying on their ability to revive, and almost forced her to death." Gojo Satoru dodged quickly, and in the next moment he was in front of the noose, with the red light on his fingertips flashing dangerously three centimeters away from her neck, "So, where is it?"

"Correct that." Nosuo didn't evade or dodge, but stood still. "Those things can't kill her."

"So? Are you planning on bringing in the guy who can actually kill her?"

"It's not that easy." She glanced sideways, her eyes seemed to be filled with a ball of gray-white flame, her left cheek twitched slightly, veins popped out, "You see, God is a very stingy creature."

“Even with such devout worship, faith, and pleading, I can only borrow such a thin bit of strength,” she said. “I am really pitiful.”

"Then I'll send you to die right now, how about that?"

"Not so good." Xiaosuo said, "I can break through your limitless limit. What does this mean? Isn't it clear?"

"I guess you mean Space Slash."

"That's right." The black-haired woman's bound hair fluttered automatically without wind. She put her hands together and launched a fierce slash, flying straight in the direction of Gojo Satoru. "This is the reward."

“You don’t think you can kill me like this.” Gojo Satoru’s expression was slightly stern, and his voice was as cold and hard as an unbreakable diamond. The sword under his hand instantly came forward.

The violent impact of energy destroyed all the surrounding buildings. The tall buildings were shaking, and rubble, bricks, and dust were scattered all over the ground. Finally, it turned into a "boom", and one building after another collapsed.

"It's just the beginning." A crazy smile appeared on the corner of Lusuo's mouth. "Guess, can the god who created you destroy you?"

"If He could kill him, He would have done it long ago." Gojo Satoru chuckled and said, "So, my guess is, He can't."

*

At 8:03 in the morning, Geto Suguru, Yuki Kujuku, Kusakabe, and Kinji Hyo escorted Tengen to a location one kilometer away from the Shinjuku battlefield.

One kilometer away, an unexpected figure appeared.

Fushiguro Megumi.

No, to be more precise, it was Ryoumen Sukuna who successfully took over Fushiguro Megumi's body.

With a purple cursed spirit wrapped around his shoulders, Fushiguro Shigeki leapt down from a high-rise building with nimble agility, and chopped down cleanly with the Soul-Releasing Sword, Jieten-sakiboko, in his hand. His movements were smooth and his expression was so calm that one could not tell at all that the person fighting against him was using the body of his own son.

"It's you." Ryoumen Sukuna grabbed two handfuls of hair while fighting, "Ten and Jubin, it's really amazing that you can train your body to this level."

"Unfortunately."

"What's a pity?"

"Haha." He twisted a arrogant smile on his face and said contemptuously, "You will die in my hands soon."

"Use your own son's body."

"You shouldn't say that so early." Fushiguro Shier kept his expression unchanged and talked to him casually, "Why do I feel like I won't die?"

Outside the battlefield, ten meters away from Ryoumen Sukuna.

Tian Yuan, who had already transformed into a cursed spirit, closed her eyes, sighed softly, and then said calmly: "It's finally time."

"Are you sure you want to do this?", the former astral body, Jiujiu Yuki hesitated for a moment and asked Tianyuan.

"Didn't you say that according to your observations and predictions, after the worlds merge, the intensity and frequency of cursed spirits will be greatly reduced, and they will gradually evolve in the direction of monsters? Then, logically speaking, my role should not be that great."

"That's not what I'm asking." Jiujiu Yuki said, "After being absorbed, your personal will no longer exists, which is equivalent to being completely wiped out."

"I have lived for thousands of years." Tian Yuan said calmly, "I have done everything I can for the world of sorcery. Now, it is time for me to rest."

"Suyu-kun, let's do it."

"Excuse me." Xia Youjie bowed slightly to Tianyuan, then stretched out his right hand and chanted, "Curse Spirit Manipulation Technique."