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Chapter 424: Despair in Battle
Note: This chapter is two chapters in one... Ahhhh, I'm pulling my hair out. I feel like Ryoumen Sukuna is so hard to write! My hair is about to fall out. (OOC apologies)
"Sister Youxin, what's wrong with you?" When Yuji saw that my expression seemed a little strange, he turned around with a little worry and asked nervously, "Did I say something wrong?"
"Or," he thought for a moment, then asked quickly, "Did that knife leave you with any sequelae?"
"No." I shook my head and explained to him, "I was just thinking about what you said about the end of the world."
"The end of the world?" He was stunned. "The end of the world or something like that shouldn't happen. 2012 is already over."
Yes... this is the logical thinking of ordinary people. Once, I also thought that this was absolutely impossible to happen.
But Sho-sang's memory cannot be false, and Ryomen Sukuna's suspicious behavior cannot be false. Even my sixth sense vaguely feels that this is probably the way Ryomen Sukuna was able to successfully deceive Yuji.
"Yuujin." I suddenly said to him seriously, "Don't talk to others in this tone anymore. It's easy for someone to take advantage of you."
"Sister Youxin..." Yuji looked a little aggrieved, with his eyes drooping, but he still nodded obediently and said, "Okay, I'll remember it."
Me: “….” Oops, did I say something a bit too harsh?
"Come to think of it." Just when he was about to say something, Yuji had quickly adjusted his mentality. He looked around and asked, "Sister Youxin, is this Kyoto? I don't think I've been here before. Why did I suddenly come here from Kanagawa..."
Before Yuji could finish his words, his eyes had already met a half-tilted head and wide-open eyes on the river - this was a dead man.
Looking back along this route, there were countless corpses piled up, just like the crops planted in terraced fields on the mountainside, densely packed and layered. The weather was so cold that the water had completely frozen into ice.
"His Highness." I sighed and said to him, "This is Kyoto a thousand years ago. It was also called Heian-kyo in history."
His face was blank, his neck turned back in a jerky motion, and he asked me, "Is this true?"
"real."
"Eh-eh? Eh? Eh? Heian-kyō a thousand years ago?!" He finally reacted, his eyes widening in shock, "Isn't that the era when Ryoumen Sukuna existed?"
"That's right." I pointed behind me with mixed feelings and said, "He killed all the people here."
There was a faint sound of heavy footsteps coming from the distance, as if a tall person was walking towards this side.
I looked back and saw flames suddenly rising up into the sky in Heian-kyo. Haze and thick smoke quickly covered the entire sky. Tiles of wooden houses flew everywhere, wooden fences collapsed, the city walls made a loud "boom" sound, and rubble and broken bricks fell on the snow like raindrops.
A group of half-naked and miserable survivors rushed out from the city gate. They didn't have time to see the road clearly and just ran wildly along the road. Some of them unfortunately fell down and were immediately trampled into a ball of meat.
There were several sorcerers standing on the city wall, casting spells and trying their best to kill the man in front of them, but they could only hold out for a few seconds before they fell from a height of more than ten meters, their heads and bodies separated.
I looked in the direction of the slash and saw a man walking over there from afar.
He had pink hair, was two meters tall, and wore a women's gown. He had four hands and two mouths. He was surrounded by a strong smell of blood, and his face showed neither the arrogance of being the only one in the world nor the pleasure of being cruel and bloodthirsty. Instead, it was filled with a bit of numbness and lack of interest.
Until his eyes moved in my direction, his scarlet pupils dilated slightly, and his feet in wooden clogs moved rapidly. He immediately appeared in front of us, with a crazy and excited smile in his eyes.
"It's you," he said. "I remember you."
I took a step back, taking Yuji into my protective sphere, and raised my eyes to meet his gaze. “Yes, I remember you too.”
This Ryomen Sukuna is undoubtedly the one I met in front of the cabin in Heian-kyo before.
"When was the last time we met?" Ryoumen Sukuna stroked his chin and looked up as if recalling the past. "It's been nearly twenty years. Woman, you haven't changed at all."
What twenty years? To me, only less than half an hour has passed.
"This kid." Ryoumen Sukuna suddenly looked at Yuji, raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He asked, "Is this your child?"
Me: “..........” Wow, I really want to open his head and see what kind of shit is inside.
"Hey!" Yuji shook his arms unconvinced and shouted, "It seems like Sister Youxin and I are only a few years apart in age! You still have four eyes, are they all blind?!"
"Shut up." Ryoumen Sukuna spread his hands impatiently and casually slashed at Yuji's body. After I caught it accurately, he became even more excited. He stared at me thoughtfully and said, "Woman, you are very strong, right?"
I looked over warily.
"Let's have a fight."
"I have no reason to fight you," I said, "at least not yet."
"If you don't fight me." He raised his hand, pointed at Yuji's face, and said calmly, "I will kill this kid."
"If you say I want to kill him, I can definitely do it." He sneered, shrugged, and said in a relaxed manner, "This way, you have a reason to fight me."
Is it possible that in the mind of this martial arts fanatic, there is nothing more important than fighting? !
I frowned, lowered my head and thought for a while, and after making up my mind, I looked up and said to him, "Okay, then I promise you, let's fight."
"Sister Youxin!" Yuji shouted from behind me, "He——"
"Okay, stop talking." I raised my hand to interrupt Yuji, and said to Ryomen Sukuna, "Should we fight here, or go to a place with a wider view?"
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why do you have to choose a place?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's fight here."
"Don't you think it would be more exciting to fight in the palace in Heian Kyoto?" I raised my hand and pointed forward, and the two Sukuna looked in the direction -
It's now!
Seizing this opportunity, I raised my hand and grabbed Itachi's body and ran for my life in the opposite direction, jumping from the river to the other side and running up along the route.
In an instant, he walked across more than ten kilometers, through river beaches, woods, and hills, and jumped from one mountain to the top of another. A fierce whistling wind blew by his ears, and the spell power on his fingertips kept flashing.
I wasn't sure if I had completely disappeared into the mountains and forests and out of sight of the two Sukuna, so I had to continue moving far away until the sound of the wind died down, and then I finally stopped.
Tiger Stick leaned against a tree, covered his chest and retched twice, his face turned pale. He opened his mouth and asked, "Ugh... Sister Youxin, did we get rid of that guy?"
"I think so." I let out a long breath, then held his shoulders and said apologetically, "The situation was urgent just now, so I had to take you away in this way. As expected, the experience must have been very bad."
I can't teleport like Gojo Satoru, who can teleport over long distances in a short period of time. I can only move by jumping and flying. Then the feeling of holding the tiger stick in my hand and swinging like an object must not be very good.
This dizzy feeling, at best, is somewhat similar to 3D sickness. At worst, it's probably not much different from being thrown into a blender and kept spinning for half an hour.
"It's okay." Yuji waved his hand, smiled, and comforted me, "If it wasn't for Sister Youxin who took me away immediately, I would have been killed by Sukuna now."
"Ah..." I said, lowering my eyebrows in worry, "How come I ran into him?"
It’s not that I’m a coward and don’t dare to confront.
But, I only have fifteen fingers now, and I’m facing the complete form of Ryomen Sukuna who has all his limbs and full power!
The difference in combat power is as big as five fingers. I can tell I can’t win even if I just think about it with my heels.
Since I can't win, I have no other options other than running away.
"Let's quickly figure out how to get back to the modern world." I grabbed my hair and thought angrily, "They must be very anxious. And Mimiko, I don't know--"
At this moment, I paused and looked at the pair of clogs that fell in front of me, speechless for a moment.
Do you really have to come over here and fight me?! I wanted to ask this, but there was no chance to open my mouth.
The battle has begun.
Without saying a word, he first used a [Release] technique, and then two [Eight] techniques were smoothly connected to the [Open] technique. The flame in his hand turned into a burning bow, and he bypassed me and went straight towards Yuji.
"Yuujin!"
Yuji reacted quickly and leaped three meters back. His arms kept shaking, but the curse power was already condensed in his fingertips. He nodded at me with forced calmness and said, "Don't worry, Sister Youxin, I'm fine."
"Despicable." I breathed a sigh of relief at first, but anger kept boiling inside me. I simply stopped dodging and directly released the surging curse power to fight him, saying angrily, "You clearly said you wanted to fight me, what's the point of sneak attacking me!"
"Humph." Ryoumen Sukuna snorted and pointed at Yuji and said, "If I don't fight this kid, how can you, a coward, take the initiative to come out and fight?"
"Who are you calling a coward?"
I followed his example and also pulled out a bow of fire, shooting continuously at the hearts of the two Sukuna. The blazing flames formed a densely woven net in the air, covering them from top to bottom.
Ryomen Sukuna did not dodge or evade, but opened his hands and attacked me in the face of the fire net, with the corners of his mouth curled up wildly, a fighting light flashed in his eyes, and he said to me: "As expected, you are still a worthy opponent."
"I haven't killed someone so happily in a long time." He stared at me without blinking and said, "Feel honored. Your skull will be collected by me as a trophy."
"You lunatic." I glared at him unwillingly and shot back, "It's still uncertain who will be killed by then!"
Although both are strong in physical skills, Ryoumen Sukuna and Shinjiro are taking completely different paths.
He even prefers a more efficient way of killing, which is concise and concise. He often likes to kill directly, just to make the opponent die quickly. This is the style of a professional sorcerer killer.
As for Ryomen Sukuna, it was not known whether he had become a pervert after staying in the well for so many years or he had killed so many people that killing someone with one blow was not his goal.
Every movement he made was carried out with real brutal force, grabbing, digging, holding, kicking. I had no doubt that if I was not careful, he would be able to punch through my body in an instant.
Before, I could suppress him with the number of my fingers, but now the situation has reversed and I have become the weaker party. If things go wrong, I might really die in his hands.
He won't have the slightest mercy on me. This is really a desperate situation - I can't think like this!
Don't think like that, Yuri Suzuki.
I kept telling myself that it wasn't the last moment yet and there might still be a glimmer of hope. I must not lose my fighting spirit. If I were discovered by that guy, I would be defeated even faster.
Can't Can't Can't Can't........
However, just as this slight thought of despair emerged from the bottom of my heart, it was keenly captured by Ryomen Sukuna.
He attacked with lightning speed, and his hand with sharp black nails grabbed my throat. With a "bang", I was smashed straight to the ground, leaving a long bloody mark on my neck.
"Ah." A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He sniffed lightly, moved closer to my cheek, tilted his head and said maliciously, "You are desperate."
"Guess, once you have this kind of emotion, how long can you last under my control?"
"Ugh..." The force that was strangling me was so strong that the veins on my neck bulged, and I could hardly feel the breath in my lungs. Physiological tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes, and my brain could hardly sense any information.
I heard the sound of rapid footsteps. With my remaining peripheral vision, I saw Yuji's hand covered with cursed energy, and he punched him hard at the back of the head. The next second, he was knocked away by Ryomen Sukuna's force. He covered his chest and rolled over for several times. After a few seconds, he finally stood up with difficulty, and then staggered towards me again.
I gritted my teeth, and struck out with all my might, then joined my hands together to form a seal, and for the first time deployed the field [Subdue Demons and Control the Chef], and then simply used a spell to push him away from the battlefield.
"Yuhito...don't come over here!" I said.
He slowed down his running, took two steps, and then stared blankly in our direction.
"The Demon-Subduing Chef?" Ryoumen Sukuna was surprised for a second, "Hahahahaha..."
He immediately clapped his hands and laughed out loud: "I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. You really gave me a surprise."
Maintaining the domain requires a large amount of spell power, and there will be a short circuit breaker period after it ends. I am not Gojo Satoru or Ryoumen Sukuna with full buffs in the later stage, so it is not easy for me who has just experienced a few rounds of battles with him.
The guaranteed hit effect of the domain was offset by his use of [Mixu Gelong]. Every second of time was precious, but I couldn't beat him... I really couldn't beat him.
If it was Ryoumen Sukuna two thousand years later, even though he would also want to kill me immediately, at least I might have something he wanted. With checks and balances on both sides, there might still be room for communication.
But the one in front of him gave people a completely different feeling. If it was a ruthless killing like an ant, it would be understandable.
It seemed like he was carrying some kind of emotion, and combined with what he had said before about remembering me, it could only be related to that meeting twenty years ago.
This is even more confusing.
"What do you want?" I jumped up angrily and continued to launch numerous fierce attacks, saying angrily, "You're shouting and killing as soon as we meet. I didn't provoke you, did I?"
"I even helped you once, twenty years ago," I yelled at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The high-pitched female voice echoed among the mountains and forests. He put down his hand that was about to fight back and did not answer.
But after saying this, a light bulb suddenly lit up in my head.
The domain disappeared, I fell from mid-air, my feet touched the ground, and all the sounds around me quieted down.
"I say," I looked at him and asked, "are you venting your anger on me?"