Chapter 98: Jogo, You Are Very Strong
Jogo's battered body was deeply embedded in the ruins, cracks spreading across its lava-formed torso like a piece of charcoal about to cool and shatter.
Scorching blood dripped from its wounds, making a "sizzling" sound, yet it brought no warmth, only a bone-chilling cold that spread from the deepest part of its Cursed Spirit Core.
It stared intently at the figure suspended in the air. The swirl mask looked incredibly eerie under the bloody night sky, and the ripple-patterned eyes within held no emotion, appearing merely as two holes leading to nothingness.
If Gojo Satoru's strength was that sort of overbearing, unreasonable "sense of power" that descended like the crushing weight of the firmament itself
you could clearly perceive it as an insurmountable mountain, an uncrossable ocean; though despairing, you could at least understand that it was the pinnacle within the scope of "power."
Then there was Toho Hiroshi standing before it... Jogo's mind sank into a viscous and terrifying quagmire.
Toho Hiroshi's strength was a form of "negation."
He negated the common sense of battle, negated the conservation of energy, and even negated the meaning of "existence" itself.
Gojo Satoru uses Limitless Cursed Technique to prevent your attacks from touching him, and uses Blue and Red for devastating strikes. His strength is "traceable," a peak built upon the rules of Jujutsu; you can at least understand how you were crushed.
But what about Toho Hiroshi?
He easily saw through everything it had. The black flames burned and consumed Dagon in a manner that completely violated the Laws of Cursed Energy. His casual palm strike contained the power to shatter mountains, and that bizarre blade reduced its Maximum Technique to dust like cutting paper... All these methods radiated an "unreasonableness." It was as if he wasn't using mere Cursed Energy, but some higher-level "Authority" closer to the fundamental rules of the world.
Facing Gojo Satoru, what you feel is a chasm of power, the sense of being "unbeatable."
But facing Toho Hiroshi, what you feel is the collapse of cognition, the sense of being "incomprehensible."
It was like an ant that might vaguely sense the enormity of a human, but could never understand why humans build cities, operate machinery, or ponder philosophy.
At this moment, Jogo was that ant.
Toho Hiroshi's very existence was a complete mockery and negation of its concept as a "Special Grade Cursed Spirit," as a "Natural Disaster."
Gojo Satoru is "the strongest," standing at the pinnacle of Jujutsu Sorcerers.
But Toho Hiroshi... he seemed more like an entity detached from this system, coldly scrutinizing everything, perhaps even writing new rules.
"Monster..."
The fire of rage in Jogo's single eye had long been extinguished, replaced by the deepest tremor originating from its life instinct.
It finally understood that what it had provoked was not another "Gojo Satoru," but a deeper, more unspeakable abyss.
All its pride and all its power seemed ridiculous and insignificant before the opponent. This was not a battle, not even a crushing defeat, but a unilateral, conceptual "erasure."
Toho Hiroshi's existence made it fundamentally question the meaning of its own existence as a "Curse" for the first time.
Jogo's battered body trembled violently in the ruins, not out of fear, but because it was burning, compressing, and condensing all its remaining Cursed Energy, all its will, and all its pride as a "Natural Disaster," without reservation!
It knew this was the final strike, the ultimate interpretation of its existence as a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Domain Expansion: Coffin of the Iron Mountain"
Accompanied by Jogo's roar, which sounded like a volcanic eruption, the surrounding scenery instantly twisted and melted.
It was no longer a simple lava environment, but a more complete, more terrifying world of fire, seemingly connected to the depths of hell, that descended.
The sky was eternally burning dark red fire clouds, and the ground was an endless sea of rolling, bubbling lava.
Countless gigantic mountains, resembling tombstones and composed of black charcoal and crimson lava, rose from the lava sea, trapping Toho Hiroshi in the center.
Every Iron Mountain emitted a cursed aura that scorched the soul, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and death.
This was the manifestation of Jogo pushing its own concept of "Calamity" to the limit, its life's final aria.
Within this Domain, everything that was not fire would be forcibly imbued with the concept of "burning," until it turned to ash, eternally imprisoned within these mountains.
The scorching high temperature was enough to instantly vaporize a Special Grade Sorcerer. Endless giant lava hands rose from the sea, and along with the Iron Mountains themselves, they converged and suppressed Toho Hiroshi from all directions with the might to crush everything.
Facing this ultimate Domain that could incinerate the heavens and boil the seas, Toho Hiroshi finally nodded slightly. A calm assessment came from beneath the swirl mask: "A final aria, pouring out everything you have? For a Cursed Spirit, your strength is quite good."
This was already extremely high praise coming from him.
But that was all it was.
Just as the Coffin of the Iron Mountain was about to completely close in and swallow the tiny figure at its center
An indescribable surge of Cursed Energy shot up into the sky!
Ooom
The dark purple energy, like a tangible pillar of light, easily dispersed the overwhelming fire clouds.
A colossal divine phantom, so massive that it transcended the very concept of the Domain, suddenly materialized behind Toho Hiroshi.
This giant god was clad in ancient armor and bore twin wings. Even with only its lower half solidified into bone structure and muscle, its height already surpassed the tallest Iron Mountain.
It held a massive energy longbow, the bow itself flowing with dark purple light, emitting a sense of oppression that caused the entire Coffin of the Iron Mountain Domain to violently shake and become unstable.
Complete Body Susanoo!
"Break."
Toho Hiroshi stood within the crystal on Susanoo's forehead, his Rinnegan gazing indifferently at the converging lava mountains, as he softly uttered a single word.
Susanoo drew the bowstring taut like a full moon, but what materialized on the string was not an ordinary arrow, but leaping, boiling
black flames.
Amaterasu Flames, compressed and shaped to the extreme.
"Kagutsuchi Arrow."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
The next moment, countless black arrows, condensed from pure Amaterasu Black Flames, shot forth from Susanoo's longbow like a rain of destruction.
The black rain of arrows violently collided with the crimson lava mountains.
There was no explosion, no loud noise.
There was only the most absolute "annihilation."
The Amaterasu Flames, symbolizing indestructibility and destruction, instantly ignited, decomposed, and turned the lava mountains, the giant hands, and even the entire lava sea into nothingness, silently, like paper thrown into a fire.
The Iron Mountains collapsed and melted in the black flames, and the lava sea evaporated and dried up under the rain of arrows.
The Domain that Jogo had poured its life into constructing rapidly disintegrated and collapsed before this higher-level power, like snow melting in the sunlight.
"This... this is... the gap..."
Jogo gazed at the dark purple giant god that stood between heaven and earth, watched the black rain of arrows that annihilated everything, and the last light in its single eye completely faded.
It understood that between itself and the opponent lay an unbridgeable chasm, an entire dimension wide.
The Domain completely shattered, and the scene returned to the night sky over Shibuya.
Jogo's remaining body was exposed to the air. It was powerless to fight further, its breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
Toho Hiroshi deactivated Susanoo, and his figure slowly descended in front of Jogo.
He raised his hand, pointing his fingertip at Jogo.
"Rest in peace."
As his voice fell, the last wisp of tiny black flame, like a living viper, accurately pierced Jogo's core.
Jogo did not struggle or even make a sound. Its body was rapidly enveloped by the black flames in silence, ultimately turning completely into scattering ash, dissipating in the night wind.
Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Jogo, confirmed Exorcised.
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