Red waves of fire exploded outward with Yoru at the center, and the parched earth of the African wilderness was instantly ignited by the extreme heat.
Miguel felt that crushing pressure of destruction, but he still didn't back down as he swung the Black Rope in his hand.
"Stop bluffing!"
"This is the Special Grade Cursed Tool passed down through my tribe for generations—the Black Rope, capable of disrupting and nullifying all jujutsu!"
"No matter what level of technique you use, it is useless before the Black Rope!"
Miguel roared, his muscles, which looked like they were cast in steel, suddenly bulged.
The Black Rope in his hand transformed into a dancing black dragon, letting out a terrifying whistle as it tore through the air, whipping toward Yoru's head!
Yoru stood calmly, watching the Black Rope that attempted to entwine and neutralize his power.
A cold, playful smirk curled on his lips.
"Nullify all jujutsu?"
"That is quite the treasure."
"Too bad for you... from the very beginning, I haven't used even a shred of cursed energy."
Just as the Black Rope was about to strike Yoru's face—
*Clang!*
The ordinary cursed tool katana at Yoru's waist snapped out half an inch from its scabbard.
"Thunder Breathing, First Form."
"Thunderclap and Flash."
*Rumble!*
A deafening crack of thunder suddenly exploded over the dry African wilderness!
Miguel didn't even have time to blink; he only saw a flash of brilliant golden lightning!
In the next second...
The Asian youth, who had been standing dozens of meters away, had already crossed the distance like a ghost, appearing right in front of his face!
"What?!"
Miguel's pupils instantly shrank to the size of needle points.
His pride and joy, the Black Rope, hadn't even touched the corner of the boy's clothes!
No residual dregs from a technique, no traces of cursed energy flow! This was pure speed, exceeding the absolute limits of the human body!
"Too slow."
Yoru's voice echoed in Miguel's ear like a whisper from the depths of hell.
"Water Breathing, Fourth Form."
"Striking Tide!"
Along with Yoru's whisper, the hilt in his hand didn't even leave the scabbard.
Instead, using a bizarre method of force that defied the laws of physics and accompanied by the continuous sound of crashing waves, he slammed it hard into Miguel's chest!
*Bam—!!!*
A terrifying, overwhelming force instantly pierced through Miguel's tempered body!
"Pfft!"
Miguel spat out a large mouthful of blood, his entire body sent flying like a cannonball, as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy truck at high speed!
*Crash! Crash! Crash!*
His massive frame shattered a dozen thick ancient trees before finally slamming into a hard rocky mountainside, creating a massive crater!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Miguel struggled to crawl out of the rubble, every bone in his body feeling as though it were about to fall apart.
His eyes, once full of confidence, now held nothing but undisguised shock and terror.
*How is this possible?!*
*Just what kind of monster is this boy?!*
Without using any jujutsu, relying solely on pure swordsmanship and physical strength, he had instantly defeated the strongest sorcerer in Africa!
The Black Rope's ability to disrupt techniques was nothing more than a laughable toy before this monster!
"Shall we continue?"
Yoru unhurriedly tucked the ordinary steel blade, which was already slightly chipped, back into the mouth of the space cursed spirit at his waist and pulled out a brand new one.
He walked toward Miguel step by step, each footfall seemingly treading directly on Miguel's heart.
"You... are you a man or a ghost?!"
Miguel stared intently at Yoru, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
Yoru reached Miguel and looked down at him.
"I'm just a passing ordinary person."
Yoru didn't swing his blade to take Miguel's head.
Instead, he reached out and grabbed the Black Rope, which was already half-broken.
"I'll take half of this."
"The other half is yours for self-defense."
Miguel was stunned; he clearly hadn't expected this youth with god-like power to spare him.
"Why... why didn't you kill me?"
Yoru casually wrapped the half-length of Black Rope around his wrist, a glimmer of cunning flashing in his deep red eyes.
"Because I have a small request for you."
"Or rather, a deal."
Yoru crouched down, looking Miguel in the eye.
"Go to Japan."
"Join the ranks of a friend of mine; his name is Suguru Geto."
"One day in the future, help him stall a white-haired man wearing a blindfold. As long as you survive that battle..."
"I will personally teach you what true physical combat is."
Listening to Yoru's words, Miguel's mind went blank.
Go to Japan?
Join someone named Suguru Geto? Stall a white-haired man in a blindfold?
These conditions didn't seem particularly difficult.
Moreover, the monster before him promised that if he survived, he would be taught that incredible, god-like physical combat!
For Miguel, who had spent his life pursuing the ultimate physical strength, this was an irresistible temptation!
"Fine! I accept!"
Miguel agreed without the slightest hesitation.
He had no idea what kind of despair-inducing existence that white-haired man in the blindfold really was.
He had even less of an idea that Yoru's seemingly generous promise was actually a black-hearted, deceptive trap.
Stalling a full-power Satoru Gojo?
That was a monster who could instantly kill even Special Grade cursed spirits!
"Very well."
Yoru patted Miguel's shoulder in satisfaction and stood up.
"Remember your promise."
"If you dare to break it, I'll make you experience a hell a hundred times more terrifying than death."
With that, Yoru ignored Miguel and walked away into the vast night.
The crucial script for the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was now perfectly supplemented.
With a troublemaker as tough as Miguel, the pressure on Suguru Geto's side would be greatly reduced.
And that idiot Satoru Gojo would finally have a way to vent the resentment he'd been building up for ten years.
Over the African wilderness, the night wind howled.
Yoru looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his red eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"Ten years."
"It's about time to return to Tokyo and see some old friends."
Having successfully tricked Miguel into becoming Satoru Gojo's personal punching bag...
Yoru crossed half the globe and finally stepped onto the journey back to Japan.
Who would his next target be?
Would it be that thousand-year-old fox Kenjaku, hiding in the shadows and manipulating everything?
Or would it be the "Pure Love Warrior" Yuta Okkotsu, far overseas and seen as a thorn in the side of the higher-ups?
Or perhaps, the successor of the Ten Shadows Technique, currently awakening at a terrifying speed in the shadows?
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