"BOOM!!!"
A violent shockwave, like a tsunami, swept through the ruined streets of Shibuya.
Megumi Fushiguro lay half-reclined amidst the rubble, his brain throbbing from the terrifying physical impact.
He forced his heavy eyelids open, his gaze piercing through the swirling dust and debris.
When he finally saw the figure standing before him, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, freezing completely in place.
Another one.
Another identical man had appeared!
Whether it was the muscles knotted like granite or the terrifying physical form that, despite lacking cursed energy, was breathtakingly powerful.
Even the faint scar at the corner of his mouth was identical to the monster who had nearly killed him just moments ago!
"Two... identical monsters?"
Megumi Fushiguro's brain practically ground to a halt.
He stared intently at the newly arrived man. Although a strange resonance stirred within him, his distant memories of 2006 remained shrouded in fog, refusing to surface clearly.
He didn't recognize this man.
Nor did he know the deep blood-bond they shared.
He only knew that, in the epicenter of the battlefield between these two terrifying monsters, he was as fragile as an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
The man wore a tight black short-sleeved shirt, with an ugly low-grade cursed spirit wrapped around his shoulders.
He held the posture of a punch just thrown, his eyes—as dark and deep as an abyss—staring with a mocking yet cruel glint at the Pseudo-Toji who had been knocked back half a step.
"Hey, you old hag's cheap toy."
The real Toji Fushiguro slowly withdrew his fist, a spine-chilling, rogue-like smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Parading around with my face..."
"Did you ask the blade in my hand first?"
The true Sorcerer Killer has descended!
Although Yoru had changed the past, allowing Toji to survive.
Ogami's Seance Technique had still forcibly summoned the information of this physical body through a certain medium.
At this moment, a scene unique in the history of the jujutsu world was unfolding on the streets—
The true Sorcerer Killer stood against his own terrifying shadow, replicated by the Seance Technique!
"Kill... kill..."
After being knocked back by that punch, a raspy, garbled roar emanated from Pseudo-Toji's throat.
His hollow, pitch-black eyes glared at the real Toji, as if identifying a scent that was both familiar and utterly loathsome.
The next second.
Pseudo-Toji's body dipped low, and in that instant, the ground beneath him fractured into countless spiderweb-like cracks, unable to withstand the terrifying explosive force.
"Interesting."
The real Toji's smile grew even more cruel.
He didn't even reach for the weapon in the cursed spirit's mouth on his shoulder. Instead, he casually cracked his neck, the bones popping audibly.
"Let me see just how much of my power a fake built by a Seance Technique can actually wield."
"BANG!!!"
The moment the words left Toji's mouth, his figure vanished from the spot!
Fast—unbelievably fast!
The sound of air being forcibly torn apart pierced Megumi Fushiguro's eardrums like a sharp whistle.
In the blink of an eye, Pseudo-Toji's heavy fist, capable of shattering mountains, arrived before the real Toji's face with a shrill sonic boom!
"This speed is barely a passing grade."
Faced with a terrifying blow that could instantly kill a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, the smile on the real Toji's face didn't change at all.
He simply tilted his head slightly the moment the fist was about to touch the tip of his nose.
"WHOOSH!"
The fierce wind from the punch roared past the real Toji's cheek, even snapping a lock of black hair from his forehead.
"But your movements are too stiff!"
Before the words even finished.
Toji's eyes turned cold as knives. He threw a subtle backhand uppercut, slamming it upward with explosive force!
"BANG!!!"
Though Pseudo-Toji's reflexes were incredibly fast, and he tried to block with his other arm.
The two pure physical forces collided in mid-air once more, a dull thud exploding in the narrow street like muffled thunder.
Pseudo-Toji's massive frame was jolted slightly into the air by the terrifying force, exposing a vulnerability in his abdomen.
In that very instant.
Toji's right leg lashed out like a black whip, striking Pseudo-Toji's spleen with a bone-shattering crack that tore through the air!
"BOOM!"
The power of this kick was several times more terrifying than when Pseudo-Toji had crushed Max Elephant earlier!
Pseudo-Toji was launched backward like a cannonball.
His burly body crashed through the walls of a convenience store, then leveled three more thick brick walls before being buried deep under a mountain of debris.
"He's... so strong..."
Megumi Fushiguro watched from behind the rubble, utterly dumbfounded.
The monster that had suppressed him so completely that he felt despair was sent flying so effortlessly by this man?
"Cough, cough..."
A sound came from within the ruins.
Pseudo-Toji slowly rose from the rubble.
His chest was clearly caved in—the mark of several ribs being snapped by the real Toji's kick.
Yet strangely, his face still bore no sign of pain.
A body driven by the Seance Technique didn't know the meaning of pain.
In his pitch-black eyes, the killing intent only became more violent and pure due to the injury.
"Doesn't even sting?"
Toji brushed the dust off his pants, a flash of excitement in his eyes.
"That's how it should be."
"If you broke all at once, the payment Yoru offered wouldn't be worth the lack of entertainment."
"BOOM!!!"
Pseudo-Toji lunged again!
His feet left two massive craters in the ground as he became a black streak of light, charging at the real Toji with a momentum that threatened to destroy everything.
This time.
Both of their speeds reached the absolute limit.
On the street, Megumi Fushiguro could no longer even track their figures.
He could only hear the sequence of heavy, bone-deep impacts and see the atmospheric vortices flashing in the air from their sheer speed.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
The surrounding buildings continued to crumble under the shockwaves of their battle.
Thick concrete walls were as fragile as crackers beneath their blows.
Rebar twisted, and glass shattered.
The entire street felt as if it were experiencing a magnitude ten earthquake, with dust completely obscuring the two combatants.
"This... this isn't a battle between humans at all!"
Megumi Fushiguro gripped the rubble tightly, desperate to see the state of the fight.
He realized that the man called 'real Toji' was gradually gaining the absolute upper hand.
Pseudo-Toji's attacks were violent and tireless, but they resembled the slaughtering instincts of a beast.
As for the real Toji.
His combat wisdom, honed through countless life-and-death encounters, allowed him to pinpoint the opponent's weaknesses in every clash.
"CRACK!"
With a masterful sidestep, the real Toji evaded Pseudo-Toji's lethal hook.
Immediately following up, he seized the opponent's arm and threw his hips into it, locking it down like an iron vise!
The stomach-churning sound of splintering bone rang out clearly over the battlefield.
Pseudo-Toji's right arm was twisted a full three hundred and sixty degrees. Jagged white bone fragments pierced through the skin, exposed to the air.
"I'm not done yet!"
Smirking savagely, Toji drove his knee upward like a sledgehammer into Pseudo-Toji's jaw.
"BOOM!"
Pseudo-Toji was sent flying once more.
Despite such severe trauma, he flipped back to his feet the moment he hit the ground. His mangled arm, forced into action by the Seance Technique, still held a combative stance.
"What a persistent puppet."
The real Toji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes growing cold and deep.
"Since hitting you once or twice won't kill you..."
"Then I'll just have to crush every single bone in your body, inch by inch."
In this magnificent deathmatch between the Sorcerer Killer and the seance vessel.
Within the real Toji's abyss-like eyes, an unprecedented, violent battle spirit was surging frantically.
Could he utterly defeat this tireless monster?