"Black Flash!" Sukuna roared, his four fists striking forward simultaneously.
He did not aim for Toho Hiroshi, but instead struck at the giant Six-Tomoe Rinnegan in the sky above this black-and-white domain.
Hum— A jet-black bolt of lightning, so profound that it seemed to devour even light, erupted from the point where his four fists landed, accompanied by the strange noise of fracturing space.
The scale and power of this Black Flash far exceeded the ordinary; it directly shook the foundational rules of the Reincarnation Realm.
Crack... A sound like shattering glass rang out. The entire black-and-white domain shook violently; the giant Six-Tomoe Rinnegan at the zenith became blurry for an instant, and the calm black water surface surged with monstrous waves.
Toho Hiroshi's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He had not expected Sukuna to be so ruthless and decisive, breaking the domain's lethargy effect by injuring his own soul, and using this opportunity to complete the ultimate metamorphosis of his physical body, while also unleashing an extraordinary Black Flash capable of disrupting the domain's stability in a desperate situation.
Relying on this continuous burst, Sukuna forcefully tore open a chance to breathe within the absolutely disadvantageous domain, and tenaciously held on.
The next second, the vast Reincarnation Realm began to fluctuate violently. The black-and-white world receded like the tide, and color returned to reality.
The shattered Shinjuku battlefield.
The domain was dispelled.
Toho Hiroshi hovered in the air. His Six-Tomoe Rinnegan returned to its usual ripple pattern, and his aura remained vast, but maintaining a high-intensity domain continuously was clearly not without cost.
Opposite him, the demonic god Sukuna, whose form had become even more massive and possessed four arms, grinned and twisted his neck, which emitted a crack sound.
The Cursed Energy swirling around him was like tangible dark red flames, burning more intensely and violently than before.
Sukuna's four eyes locked onto Toho Hiroshi. He licked his lips. "This scene reminds me of when you broke through my domain."
"Is that so?"
Although Toho Hiroshi's tone remained calm, this time there was a hint of mockery. "You just unleashed four Black Flashes simultaneously; I'm willing to call you the 'Legendary Black Flash King'."
The lingering effects of the domain's dissipation had not yet fully subsided, and the scorching air of Shinjuku seemed to freeze.
Toho Hiroshi and Sukuna hovered in mid-air, gazing at each other. The Cursed Energy fluctuations around them, capable of shaking the heavens and earth, were now as silent as a receding tide.
The brief "cooldown" brought about by the Cursed Technique burnout was like an invisible shackle, binding the power originating from their souls.
"Heh..."
Sukuna was the first to let out a low, hoarse laugh, breaking the suffocating silence.
He felt the Cursed Technique of slashing, which he could not mobilize at all for the moment, as well as the waves of weakness remaining deep in his soul from self-tearing and extreme outbursts.
However, in those four scarlet eyes, the burning fighting spirit not only did not extinguish, but instead became even more intense and frenzied, as if fueled by oil.
"Can't use Cursed Techniques? Perfect!"
He curled his lips into a ferocious arc, and his two newly grown, strong arms twisted violently, accompanied by the snapping sound of bones. "Let's use the most primitive way to decide who is the true'strongest'!"
Almost the moment his voice fell, an ice-blue figure, like a ghost tearing through space, suddenly cut into the shattered battlefield between the two.
Uraume knelt on one knee, breathing slightly, with beads of sweat on their forehead. Clearly, crossing the chaotic energy aftermath and the battlefield barriers was no easy feat.
They respectfully held up two objects shimmering with ancient Cursed Energy fluctuations with both hands.
"Lord Sukuna, your Cursed Tools."
Sukuna's gaze did not shift from Toho Hiroshi for even a fraction. His four hands reached back casually yet precisely, firmly grasping the two Cursed Tools.
Left hand: divine weapon: open. It looked like a dumbbell, but both ends were as sharp as poisoned fangs. As soon as it was in his hand, tiny blue electric snakes jumped and slithered across its dark metallic surface, emitting a "hissing" sound. The surrounding air was instantly filled with static electricity, tiny electric arcs darted between the dust, and a violent, primitive lightning power awakened from deep within the Cursed Tool.
Right hand: flying heaven. A spear with an archaic design, its entire body seeming to be forged from the deepest night. The spear's lines were smooth and restrained, faintly flowing with a dim luster that devoured light. Holding it in hand, the space around the spear tip seemed like a water surface into which a stone had been thrown, rippling slightly and visibly, distorting the focus of vision.
"Old friends, it's been a long time."
Sukuna weighed the weapons that had been passed down for thousands of years in his hands. The familiar aura of slaughter flooded his nerve endings, stirring the desire deep within his blood.
A ferocious grin spread across his face, his burning gaze locked onto his opponent.
At the same time, Toho Hiroshi slowly raised his right hand. A long blade, its entire body like solidified blood crystal and emitting an ominous, eerie red light—the scarlet blade—flew in from afar and was firmly grasped in his hand.
The moment the long blade appeared, the Cursed Energy dissipating in the battlefield space, the residual grudges, and even the life force contained in the air itself were pulled as if by an invisible Uzumaki, crazily surging in strands toward that blood-red blade, greedily devoured and absorbed by it.
The red light on the blade intensified, emitting a low, satisfied hum, as if a hellish beast were licking its fangs.
There was no superfluous nonsense. The moment the Cursed Tools were in hand was the signal for the rekindling of the flames of war.
"Boom!"
Sukuna exerted force with all four feet simultaneously, and the already cracked ground beneath him exploded like a fragile biscuit.
He transformed into an afterimage wreathed in blinding blue lightning, his speed reaching the limit.
Four arms brought a ghostly attack density and unimaginably tricky angles.
"Die!"
divine weapon: open brought with it a sharp thunderclap that pierced the eardrums, like a blue lightning bolt tearing through the air, stabbing directly at Toho Hiroshi's face.
It was so fast that the naked eye could only catch a flash of blue light.
And almost at the same time divine weapon: open stabbed out, the flying heaven spear, like a poisonous snake hidden in the void, silently probed out from Toho Hiroshi's blind spot, from an angle under his ribs that was the most impossible to defend against.
The strange, twisting spatial power at the spear tip suddenly magnified, as if it would nail his spatial coordinates through in the next moment.
Facing this fatal combo from the four-armed demonic god, although Toho Hiroshi could not temporarily activate his Cursed Technique due to the burnout, his honed insight and taijutsu instincts were already carved into his marrow.
His body was like a fish in water, or like a willow catkin blown by the wind, eerily leaning and twisting backward.
The sharp tip of divine weapon: open, carrying the force of ten thousand thunderbolts and tingling electric arcs, grazed past the tip of his nose in a dangerously close call.
At the same instant, he flipped his wrist, and the scarlet blade drew a perfect blood-colored arc from bottom to top, meeting the fatal thrust of flying heaven with absolute precision.
"Clang—"
The explosive sound of metal clashing was like a thunderclap, and the violent energy exploded from the center of the point where the blade and spear met.
The dark red blood light and the spatial gloom of flying heaven collided and annihilated each other fiercely.
The blade of the scarlet blade suddenly lit up, and its greedy "devouring" characteristic instantly activated, like a glutton opening its giant mouth, attempting to swallow the massive Cursed Energy and the strange spatial fluctuations contained in the tip of flying heaven into its belly.
However, as a thousand-year secret treasure, the spatial power contained in flying heaven was bizarre and unpredictable.
Like a slippery fish or ethereal quicksand, it rendered the scarlet blade's powerful "bite" futile, leaving only a momentary, hallucination-like dim luster on the dark spear body.
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