"Multiply Gravity: Twentyfold!"
With a roar from the Gravity Cursed Spirit, the air seemed to solidify.
"Guh!"
Yoru spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
This time, it wasn't just a matter of his body feeling heavy.
His internal organs... had shifted.
It felt as if countless hands were inside him, violently tearing at his viscera.
His knees slammed heavily into the ground, crushing the hard concrete into two deep craters.
"I... can't move..."
Yoru tried to lift his arm, but found that even moving a single finger had become agonizingly difficult.
And in that fatal moment of paralysis.
The Space Cursed Spirit, which had been lurking in the shadows, finally revealed its most hideous fangs.
There was no warning, no sound of slicing air.
Even the killing intent was perfectly concealed by the folded space.
*Squelch!*
A pitch-black bone spike pierced through Yoru's back without resistance, skewering his abdomen!
Blood instantly stained his vision red.
"Cough... cough..."
Yoru looked down at the bone spike protruding from his stomach, a dazed look flickering in his eyes.
'Does it hurt?'
He could no longer feel it.
The coldness brought on by massive blood loss was rapidly consuming his consciousness.
"Is this... the end?"
The surrounding sea of corpses let out a cheer of victory.
The three special grade cursed spirits emitted a grating, bone-chilling sound—their unique way of expressing excitement and mockery.
Even though they couldn't speak.
The condensed, contemptuous malice directed at the human powerhouse almost filled the entire space.
In the monitoring room.
Those high-level rotten oranges raised their wine glasses as if celebrating a grand victory.
"Good!"
"Well done!"
"As soon as he's dead, we'll have an explanation for Satoru Gojo."
"We'll just say he unfortunately encountered a berserk special grade cursed spirit during the mission and not a trace of him remained."
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
However, just when everyone thought Yoru was certainly doomed.
In the depths of the despair-ridden darkness, a faint yet exceptionally firm voice rang out.
"Who said..."
"...it was over?"
Yoru slowly raised his head.
There was no fear or plea for mercy on that blood-stained face.
Only a hair-raising calmness remained—the silence before the storm.
'System.'
Yoru muttered in his mind.
'You don't want me to die here like this either, do you?'
The system, which had been acting as if it had crashed, finally responded at this moment.
[WARNING! WARNING!]
[HOST VITAL SIGNS DETECTED DROPPING TO CRITICAL LEVELS!]
[FATAL INJURY DETECTED!]
[SURVIVAL INSTINCT TRIGGERED... WILLPOWER CHECK PASSED...]
[FORCIBLY BREAKING THROUGH SYNCHRONIZATION RATE!]
*Boom!*
A terrifying heatwave suddenly erupted from Yoru's body.
The bone spike skewering his abdomen was actually melted away by the intense heat in an instant!
The three special grade cursed spirits recoiled in terror.
They felt it.
This human, who was supposed to be at the end of his rope, was undergoing an indescribable transformation.
The Sun Breathing, which had been as scorching as a blazing sun, was gradually cooling down.
In its place rose a cold, lonely, yet sharp-to-the-extreme aura.
That was...
[DING! SYNCHRONIZATION RATE FORCIBLY BROKE THROUGH—30%!]
[CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HOST FOR UNLOCKING A NEW BREATHING STYLE BRANCH!]
[MOON BREATHING: UNLOCKED!]
Yoru slowly stood up.
Though the wound in his abdomen was still bleeding, it began to heal at a visible rate under the shroud of the cool moonlight.
He opened his eyes.
In his once-red pupils, a waning crescent moon was now reflected.
It was the ultimate swordsmanship pursued throughout his life by Yoriichi Tsugikuni's twin brother, Kokushibo (Michikatsu Tsugikuni).
While it lacked the grandeur of Sun Breathing.
When it came to slaughter.
When it came to range.
When it came to pervasive eeriness.
Moon Breathing was the true harvester of the battlefield!
"Since there's an endless sea."
Yoru gripped Shiranui tightly.
Upon the blade, there were no longer golden flames.
Instead, it was wreathed in countless small, purplish-black crescent-shaped wind blades.
"Then let this moonlight..."
"...shimmer across the earth."
He looked at the three trembling special grade cursed spirits, his lips curling into a cruel arc.
"You had your fun just now, didn't you?"
"Now..."
"...it's my turn."
As Yoru's voice fell.
The air in the entire Sea of Ten Thousand Cursed Corpses solidified in an instant!
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