Chapter 33: Suppressed with a Word
Satoru glanced at Alex Moyan, who had already rushed forward in anger.
He said to Geto Suguru, "Suguru, take Shoko and leave first. I'll go help Alex."
Geto Suguru nodded and shielded Shoko Ieiri behind him without hesitation, summoning a Cursed Spirit to guard her closely.
Shoko Ieiri was the only one in their group without combat power; she was logistical medical personnel.
She was also a very rare existence in the Jujutsu World, a national treasure-level figure.
Plus, she was a classmate and friend of Satoru, Alex Moyan, and Geto Suguru—the only girl among the four.
Every time they fought, as long as Shoko Ieiri was present, their primary mission was to protect Shoko from harm.
One must know that currently, besides Alex Moyan, only Shoko Ieiri had mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique.
Even Satoru hadn't mastered it yet!
Furthermore, Shoko Ieiri could use the Reverse Cursed Technique to heal her companions.
Anyone who played monster-hunting games or MOBAs knew that in a team fight, you protect the healer first.
Before this Special Grade Cursed Spirit could activate its Innate Domain to seal the area, Geto Suguru needed to quickly take Shoko Ieiri away.
After all, any powerful Cursed Spirit would have its own Innate Domain.
Although it wasn't as rare or powerful as a Domain Expansion.
It was still very troublesome—to an ordinary person's eyes, it was like being caught in a ghost wall!
By now, Alex Moyan had already arrived in front of the Blade Curse Spirit.
Seeing the other's arrogant posture, Alex Moyan gave a cold smile.
"Acting tough? It's illegal to act tough in front of me."
"Guimian, pull him in!"
"Understood, Master!"
Guimian suddenly appeared behind Alex Moyan, his hands forming seals as vast Cursed Energy poured out.
A strange and terrifying ghost face—half red, half green.
The voice sounded like two people speaking simultaneously, creating a sort of echo.
"Domain Expansion."
"Mountain of Blades!"
"Sea of Chains!"
A sharp sound pierced the air, and a black sphere formed from Cursed Energy instantly appeared at the highest point of the mall.
It almost filled the entire upper half of the building.
Satoru looked at the domain suspended in mid-air, looking as if he had just lost a million dollars.
"Aw man, that guy Alex Moyan beat me to it!"
Satoru felt regretful; he should have moved faster. He wanted to fight monsters too.
Having no choice, Satoru could only wait outside.
By this time, Geto Suguru had safely escorted Shoko Ieiri to a secure location.
He then rushed back.
Seeing Satoru sitting bored on the ground, he then looked at the domain appearing above the mall.
"Satoru, what's the situation?"
Geto Suguru asked in confusion, looking around but not seeing Alex Moyan.
It seemed he was mostly likely inside the domain.
Judging by the Cursed Energy fluctuations, it seemed to be Alex Moyan.
Satoru was unhappy and curled his lip. "What else could it be? Alex is so selfish, keeping all the fun to himself."
"Is that so?" Geto Suguru murmured, his gaze involuntarily turning toward the domain above.
Inside the domain, the recently born Blade Curse Spirit no longer had its previous high spirits.
Instead, it looked around with a face full of confusion and fear, somewhat lost and at a loss for what to do.
Chains like a sea, gathered like a mountain, and dense, sharp blades.
This place seemed to be the most terrifying execution ground in the entire world.
If the Blade Curse Spirit took even a single step, its feet would be pierced by countless blades and bound by chains.
There was no bloodiness here, no temperature, only countless blades flashing with a piercing cold light, their sharpness intimidating, like thorns in one's back.
Chains as thick as pythons slithered and wound through the entire space like swimming dragons, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
"You're holding your head too high."
Alex Moyan looked at the still-standing Blade Curse Spirit; it actually dared to make him look up.
Alex Moyan's voice was cold.
"Kneel!"
As soon as he spoke, an incomparably powerful force, like a great mountain, pressed down ruthlessly on the Blade Curse Spirit's recently formed burly body.
Boom—
A massive force mercilessly slammed the Blade Curse Spirit onto the ground covered in blades.
Instantly, deep green blood flowed everywhere.
The Blade Curse Spirit wailed in pain, its body riddled with countless holes.
If the Blade Curse Spirit could speak, it would surely say that it was still just a child!
After all, it hadn't even been ten minutes since its birth.
I just tried to act cool when I showed up, was that really necessary?
Alex Moyan didn't care about any of that. Daring to kill someone he saved and acting tough in front of him.
If you don't die, who will? I'm not just going to kill you; I'm going to make you experience a fate worse than death before you go.
No one can act tough in front of me. Even if it's Sukuna, he'd have to eat three pounds of crap before he's qualified to talk to me.
The only one who can act tough is me, Alex Moyan!
The Blade Curse Spirit struggled desperately, unleashing all its Cursed Energy, but its body seemed suppressed by a Mountain, unable to move.
In the face of an absolute strength gap.
Its resistance appeared so powerless and insignificant.
This was even without Alex Moyan using the Limitless Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique.
He was simply using the Cursed Speech Technique.
If it were the Limitless Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique, never mind trying to get up, even the thought of resisting wouldn't exist.
But that wouldn't be fun.
Alex Moyan just wanted to enjoy watching the other party's look of wanting to resist but being powerless, full of impotent rage.
Behind him, Guimian sighed with emotion.
"As expected of Master. This presence, this strength, it's truly too powerful—suppressing a Special Grade Cursed Spirit with a single word!"
"I simply can't find a second person who can compare to Master."
Alex Moyan massaged his throat. After all, suppressing a Special Grade Cursed Spirit to the point where it was worse than a dog...
His throat was still somewhat affected; it felt itchy.
Alex Moyan coughed, finally eliminating that sense of discomfort.
If the Blade Curse Spirit knew it had been crushed into this pathetic state...
While you only had a slightly itchy throat, it would surely have a total breakdown and question its life.
The breaking-down Blade Curse Spirit: "Ouch, what are you doing? Ahhh~"
I, the Blade Curse Spirit, am a Special Grade Cursed Spirit after all. You should at least give me some face.
Alex Moyan didn't waste words.
"Hang him up."
The Guimian behind him obediently manipulated several chains to hang the Blade Curse Spirit in mid-air in a spread-eagle position.
This made Alex Moyan involuntarily recall that he seemed to have been hung up by Guimian like this last time.
This kid... he doesn't have some kind of fetish, does he?
Then the whipping phase began.
The lashing was so intense that flesh and blood flew everywhere; it was a sight too gruesome to behold.
Before long, the flesh on the surface of the Blade Curse Spirit was whipped away.
Guimian's whip was composed of chains and blades.
Simply put, there were many knives on it.
With one lash, it could tear off a heap of flesh.
The sensation was similar to death by a thousand cuts.
But just as Guimian was whipping with gusto, the Blade Curse Spirit suddenly exploded!
A flash of blood-red light streaked past!
It actually broke through Guimian's domain and flew outward.
Its speed was so fast that even Alex Moyan was startled!