Looking at Kamijo Touma and Misaka Mikoto surrounded by the punks, a light bulb suddenly flashed in Rhode's mind, as if he had thought of something interesting, and a cunning arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
If his sister were to see it, she would definitely complain with a look of disdain, 'That guy doesn't look like a good person when he smiles!'
Just as one of the punks was about to swing a punch at Kamijo Touma's face, the sound that arrived first was not from his own fist, but rather his own cheek taking a solid heavy punch, causing him to release Kamijo Touma's hand, collapse to the ground, and look at a punk behind him with a terrible expression.
He roared with a ferocious face, "Bastard, Xiang! What are you doing?"
"Eh? No...it wasn't me!" The punk called 'Xiang' subconsciously looked at his own fist, then quickly waved his hand to deny it wasn't his doing.
However, his words caused everyone present, including Kamijo Touma and Misaka Mikoto, to be speechless. So many people watched you swing your fist, are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?
"Wait...wait, I...I can't control myself!?" 'Xiang' said with a terrified expression, but his hands showed no hesitation, continuously striking the fallen punk.
"Hey, stop it!" One of the punks, unable to watch any longer, used both hands to restrain 'Xiang', preparing to stop the internal conflict.
Unexpectedly, the moment 'Xiang' was restrained, his leg bent to a degree difficult for ordinary people to reach. His heel violently kicked the back of the other's head, causing the intervening punk to faint on the spot. At the same time, a pig-like shriek rang out:
"Ah! My leg! It's broken, it's definitely broken!"
"Hey, this isn't right at all!"
Even the punks, no matter how foolish, sensed that something was wrong. They all took a few steps back, creating a safe distance, and then looked warily at Kamijo Touma and Misaka Mikoto.
"Um, first of all, I don't know anything," Kamijo Touma, who was at a loss, scratched the back of his head honestly, and then kindly suggested, "How about you send your companions to the Hospital first."
"Tch, what a goodie-two-shoes." Misaka Mikoto clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, clearly showing no sympathy for the punks' plight.
Before the punks could respond, something even more exaggerated happened: 'Xiang' suddenly leaped into the air, launching a frantic assault on them.
First, a series of flying kicks, then three consecutive kicks, followed by an even more exaggerated Hundred-Cracked Leg, which was displayed like a Move copied from an arcade game.
With several consecutive wails, the remaining punks quickly followed suit.
In less than a moment, the alley was filled with fallen punks, while 'Xiang' lay completely limp, unable to Move, looking as if he had been utterly broken.
The only two standing, Kamijo Touma and Misaka Mikoto, exchanged glances. Just as Kamijo Touma was about to slip away, he saw his right hand suddenly lift. Realizing this, Kamijo Touma was instantly horrified; his right hand was being controlled!?
His right hand should be immune to special Items like superpowers.
"Oh my, it seems Scarlet Blood Manipulation was successful." Rhode's words came from above, containing a hint of surprise. The culprit, of course, was Rhode, who had used Scarlet Blood Manipulation to control one of the punks, bringing his body under control and making him perform movements that were difficult for ordinary people to catch. As for the outcome...
He probably had multiple fractures, no doubt about it.
Rhode had always been confused about how to use Scarlet Blood Manipulation. Solidifying blood into bullets and shooting them out, surpassing the speed of sound—hm, the power sounds good, but if you can manipulate blood, why not just make the enemy's blood explode? Wouldn't that be simpler?
Or perhaps those weak Jujutsu Sorcerers can only manipulate their own blood and haven't reached Sukuna's Realm?
Manipulating the blood inside the human body—there's a lot that can be done with that. The human manipulation displayed now was an imitation of bloodbending from an old foreign anime Rhode watched as a child, 'Avatar: The Last Airbender.' At the same time, through blood manipulation, Rhode seemed to have gained some experience with manipulating liquids. If he researched it thoroughly, creating a new technique might not be difficult.
The inherited Sukuna Panel was not limited to the body or Item; more importantly, it included Sukuna's terrifying talent.
The two subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, but saw nothing. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the corner of their eyes. Both looked beside them in horror, only to see Rhode's figure abruptly appear between them.
"So fast!?" they both thought simultaneously, and at the same moment, they took a few steps back. A smile appeared at the corner of Misaka Mikoto's mouth, and she looked at Rhode with full Battle Intent.
Just by his speed, his strength could be seen; he was definitely a rare opponent. Electricity flickered around her, making the girl's bangs fly up. The girl said to Rhode with interest,
"Let's have a match!? Old man!"
"..." Rhode was speechless. Old man? Seriously, am I that old? He stroked the beard on his chin.
"Perhaps I should find some time to trim my beard."
Seeing her request ignored, a vein popped on Misaka Mikoto's forehead, and lightning quickly condensed around her into a lightning spear.
"So, listen to me properly!"
As her words fell, the lightning spear shot out rapidly. Kamijo Touma instinctively prepared to block in front of Rhode but was held back by Rhode. The lightning spear then struck Rhode's outstretched left palm. With a gentle squeeze from Rhode, the lightning spear was instantly crushed, turning into chaotic electric currents that flowed out, incidentally re-anesthetizing the punks lying on the ground.
"Little girl, you're young but you have quite a temper. Also, I'm only twenty-three, don't just call me old man."
Rhode pointed at Misaka Mikoto with considerable dissatisfaction, correcting her seriously.
"Hoo hoo, as expected, you are very strong!? Come on, let's duel!" Misaka Mikoto, seeing Rhode casually crush her lightning spear, shouted at Rhode with great enthusiasm.
"Did you watch too many hot-blooded manga, or play too many games?" Rhode's mouth twitched, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.
He hadn't thought Misaka Mikoto was so combative before, but now facing her directly, he realized how troublesome she was.
"Ano, how about we call an ambulance first? I think they're about to kick the bucket." Kamijo Touma was clearly more concerned about the punks twitching on the ground, pointing at them and asking Rhode and Misaka Mikoto.
"Whatever." Misaka Mikoto and Rhode replied indifferently at the same time, leaving Kamijo Touma speechless. Even if they were punks, they were still people!?