Chapter 115: Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, All-Game MVP Miguel.
Gojo Satoru utilized a derivative technique created from his 'Limitless Cursed Technique'—'Teleportation.' He clasped his hands, and in an instant, arrived behind Miguel.
The principle was to compress the space between himself and his destination, achieving an effect akin to teleportation. This was a technique that only he, with his 'Six Eyes,' could use.
He clenched his right fist and threw a fierce punch.
"Nani! (What!)"
Miguel sensed Gojo Satoru suddenly appear behind him and quickly swung his rope. After taking a solid punch to the face, the rope also caught Gojo Satoru's calf.
With a forceful exertion of his arms, he directly flung Gojo Satoru to the ground.
Thump!!
As the rope retracted, Gojo Satoru, lying in the crater, also sensed that something was wrong. The moment he was bound by the rope, his own cursed technique had been forcibly disrupted, rendering it unusable.
"A special grade cursed tool, huh...? That guy Suguru Geto really paid a high price for this."
At this moment, Gojo Satoru had no choice but to take the man before him seriously. After all, if he didn't deal with him, the pressure on the front lines would be immense.
"Hmph, Special Grade. Nothing more than this."
Miguel wiped the blood from his nose with his right hand, then swung the rope in his hand and charged forward. Although his mission was to stall Gojo Satoru for upwards of ten minutes, if he defeated a Special Grade, wouldn't that prove he was very strong!
"You're getting cocky!"
Watching the charging Miguel, Gojo Satoru caught the rope with his left hand, gripping it tightly. He went in and served up a round of taijutsu, his punches leaving afterimages. In an instant, he struck Miguel's forehead, chin, and chest, then sent him flying with a kick.
He then released the rope in his left hand, clasped both hands together, and instantly vanished from the spot. Appearing behind Miguel, he grabbed his neck and slammed him fiercely into the ground.
Thump!
Miguel spat out a mouthful of blood, realizing how naive his earlier thoughts had been. He swung the long rope in his hand, wrapping it around a utility pole, and immediately retreated.
Watching the fleeing Miguel, Gojo Satoru's azure pupils scanned the area, seemingly confirming teleportation coordinates. He clasped his hands, then vanished from the spot, teleporting behind Miguel, just as he was about to strike.
Three long, worm-like cursed spirits quickly shot out from a small alley, biting at Gojo Satoru in the sky.
"Don't get in the way!"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and the three cursed spirits were instantly killed upon contact. His gaze locked onto Miguel again, discovering he was now standing on top of a tall building.
He then used his 'Limitless Cursed Technique' to compress the space behind him into an invisible wall and kicked off it. Like a cannonball, he shot directly forward, his right fist clenched, his azure pupils fixed on Miguel.
"Don't look down on me!"
Miguel swung the long rope in his hand, wrapping it around an external air conditioning unit, and swung it at the charging Gojo Satoru.
Clack—
The external AC unit, connected to the ground, was instantly ripped out. As it was about to touch Gojo Satoru, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall, getting smashed to smithereens and instantly disintegrating.
Gojo Satoru grabbed the attacking long rope, instantly arriving in front of Miguel. He swept Miguel's legs out from under him with a kick, then grabbed him and served up another round of fists and kicks. His 'Six Eyes,' with their 360-degree, no-blind-spot vision, sensed a cursed spirit attacking from behind, so he kicked Miguel away.
Releasing the long rope that could disrupt techniques, he sent them to the afterlife with a single 'Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.'
Boom!
Miguel crashed into a wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. From the small alley below came the voices of Nanako and Mimiko, "Miguel? What the hell are you doing?"
"Can't you tell just by looking?!"
Miguel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. This Gojo Satoru was ridiculously strong. Even when his cursed technique was being interfered with and couldn't be used normally, his speed was still too fast for Miguel to react.
"Quite sturdy, aren't you? You're fine even after taking such a long beating."
Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind. Miguel immediately swung the rope in his hand, but it was directly blocked.
Looking at the rope in his hand spontaneously combusting, Miguel's heart ached. He said, "Do you know that to weave one rope like this requires decades of painstaking effort from my country's sorcerers!?"
"How would I know? Don't talk to me in a Bobi Oregan-like tone."
(Translator's Note: The name "Bobi Oregan" is a direct transliteration from the original text and is likely a pop-culture reference by the author.)
After speaking, Gojo Satoru was about to continue his attack, but a "ba-aaa" sound came from a nearby tall building. A giant cursed spirit, twenty meters tall, appeared and reached out to grab him.
"What a nuisance. 'Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue'."
Gojo Satoru raised his right hand, and a crimson ball appeared, like a black hole, carrying a slight gravitational pull. As the 'Blue' shot from his hand, the cursed spirit's head instantly exploded. The roar shattered all the windows of the nearby buildings in an instant.
(Translator's Note: The text names the technique as Blue but describes it as a crimson ball, which is the color of Red. This is an inconsistency in the original text.)
Miguel swallowed hard, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. If it weren't for this rope in my hand, I would have probably kicked the bucket just now, right?
He muttered, "Still have to hold on for seven more minutes... If I die, I won't let you go even as a ghost! Geto!"
With that, he swung the long rope and attacked. Today, he would stall him for these seven minutes even if it killed him!
"Stubbornly refusing to see reason!"
Gojo Satoru used the sharp observation of his Six Eyes to flexibly dodge, getting close and throwing a few punches. He kicked Miguel in the abdomen, then clasped his hands and smashed them into his back.
Thump!!
Three floors of the building were smashed right through. A moment later, Miguel burst out from a wall, wiped the blood from his mouth, and ran into the distance. The two of them were simply not in the same league.
He had only run two steps when he saw Gojo Satoru instantly appear before him. He swung his long rope, and after a few simple exchanges, he was sent flying by a kick.
Coincidentally, a cursed spirit was passing by, and he crashed into its soft belly. Looking up and seeing the charging Gojo Satoru, he cried out "I'm done for!" and quickly dodged.
Poof!
The giant cursed spirit was instantly beaten into a bloody mist. Miguel scrambled and crawled, running into the distance.
Gojo Satoru looked in the direction Miguel fled, his brow furrowed. He then clasped his hands and instantly arrived at a place where the wounded were being treated, glancing around. He grabbed Shoko Ieiri, who was sucking on a lollipop, and said:
"I'm sending you back to Jujutsu High."
"Huh!? Why? Can't you just go yourself if you have the time?" Shoko Ieiri, wearing a white lab coat, asked in confusion.
Gojo Satoru didn't dally. He drew a teleportation formula on the ground and explained, "Suguru Geto is currently invading Jujutsu High, and I still have a troublesome black man to deal with here. I now suspect that Tatsuro kid will fight Geto to the death. You go over and stop him."
"Huh? You want me to stop him?! There are so many..."
Before Shoko Ieiri could finish speaking, she was teleported by Gojo Satoru into the sky above Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Watching Shoko Ieiri disappear, he then turned his head to look at Miguel, who had intruded. He said, "What a coincidence!"
"Damn it! In my panic, I ran to the wrong place."
Miguel looked around. This was the enemy's first-aid station. No wonder he had encountered so many jujutsu sorcerers on his way here.
In a moment of distraction, Gojo Satoru had already appeared in front of him. A punch smashed into his face, sending him flying back the way he came.
"Hiss!"
Miguel endured the intense pain, threw the rope in his hand, and continued to stall for time.
Three minutes later.
"Cough, cough, cough! I was wrong."
The long rope in Miguel's hand was almost completely worn out, with less than ten centimeters remaining. He lay on the ground, spitting out blood, and said, "I surrender. No more fighting, no more fighting."
He had already done his utmost. Only a stump of the special grade cursed tool in his hand remained. If he kept fighting, he would really be done for today.
Gojo Satoru's cold pupils glanced at Miguel, then he casually called over a few sorcerers to watch him and left directly.
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