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"Oh~~~" Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang in amazement, "That's really amazing. It can even blur the concept of time. It's a very powerful technique."
Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surroundings immediately transformed into the appearance of a classroom, with the same layout as the High School of Spellcasting.
"Don't you have more important questions?"
Chu Yang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.
Gojo Satoru stared at Chu Yang for a while before asking, "How does it taste?"
Chu Yang frowned slightly. "It tastes terrible, like stuffing a piece of rubber into your mouth."
Gojo Satoru laughed. "You look good. How about Sukuna?"
Chu Yang stretched and said, "Using 'death' to describe it is not quite right. It should be said that it has temporarily disappeared."
Gojo Satoru revealed an expression of "I knew it," and exclaimed, "It's not in the real world, but in the spiritual world, facing Sukuna. That's his home turf. This is no small feat."
Chu Yang shook his head and said, "No matter where he is, his strength is vastly different from his peak. I only defeated Su Nuo when he was not at his peak. That's a fact."
Gojo Satoru pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Chu Yang, staring intently at him. "Honestly, even if Sukuna had twenty fingers, you'd be confident you could defeat him, right?"
If the Zanpakuto had not yet been created, Chu Yang would probably still be holding back.
But at the moment.
He nodded matter-of-factly and said, "It's not that I'm confident, it's that I'm certain I'll win."
The powerful confidence in his words instantly infected Gojo Satoru, and an uncontrollable excitement appeared on his face.
They look so alike!
This arrogant confidence even gave Gojo Satoru the illusion that he was seeing his younger self.
Heaven and earth.
I am the only one!
I really want to try fighting...
Gojo Satoru's lips curled up, then he took a deep breath and stared at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang said calmly, "Just like you said before, this is my home turf."
Gojo Satoru asked in return, "So?"
Chu Yang shrugged, spread his hands and laughed, "If you want to get beaten up, I have no problem with it, just don't settle scores later."
The power of the curse surged rapidly around Gojo Satoru, like a rushing river, and his eyes were like crystal, mysterious and beautiful.
The moment he tried to cast the spell, all the magical power in his body suddenly vanished.
It felt as if the power of the curse itself had been erased.
Gojo Satoru then understood what Chu Yang meant by "home field"—that if he wanted, the world would change as he wished.
Gojo Satoru gained a deeper understanding of illusion.
next second.
Scene changes.
Gojo Satoru was hung on a cross.
Chu Yang stood in front of him, holding a knife.
The scene looks familiar.
Especially Wu Tiao's snow-white hair, which could easily give Chu Yang the wrong impression.
Chu Yang plans to have Gojo Satoru try the same meal that Kakashi ordered.
"I surrender……"
Perhaps sensing the hostile atmosphere, Gojo Satoru quickly surrendered. Only a fool would stubbornly resist under such absolutely unfavorable conditions.
But Chu Yang showed no sign of stopping; the knife in his hand was slowly pressed against Gojo Satoru's chest.
He revealed a smile that sent chills down Gojo Satoru's spine!
……
real world.
In the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru's dazed gaze regained its sparkle.
Then fear took hold.
I originally thought that the illusion space was an illusory existence, and that I wouldn't suffer much no matter what I encountered.
But every stab Chu Yang inflicted on him felt no different from the pain of being injured in the real world.
The extreme pain of the knife tip piercing a vital spot made Gojo Satoru believe that he was in reality.
What truly chilled Gojo Satoru to the bone was that, while enduring inhuman torture, he was unable to cast any spells!
That kind of despair.
It's like drowning in a vast ocean.
No matter how hard you struggle, you can't grasp any hope.
Fortunately, Chu Yang stopped short of hitting too hard. Although Gojo Satoru was a little scared, he was still able to control his emotions.
If Gojo Satoru is really pushed to the limit, his body might erupt unconsciously in self-preservation.
At that time, once Gojo Satoru is free from the illusion, he might really fight Chu Yang to the death.
After composing himself, Gojo Satoru turned to Fushiguro Megumi behind him and asked, "How long have I been spacing out?"
Fushiguro Megumi replied blankly, "You weren't spacing out, you just paused for a moment when the spell disappeared."
Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and gradually revealed a creepy smile.
Fushiguro Megumi shivered.
This smiling face only appears when Gojo Satoru is extremely angry.
Chu Yang spoke first: "You chose to experience this yourself, so we agreed not to hold it against you later."
Gojo Satoru's expression froze, his face flushed red, and a surge of anger caught in his throat, almost suffocating him.
"Teacher Yang, are you alright?"
Fukuro Megumi stared at Chu Yang in surprise, interrupting Gojo Satoru's angry outburst.
Chu Yang smiled and nodded.
"Su Nuo's fingers..."
"It has already been absorbed by him."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, signaling Fushiguro Megumi to stop questioning him, completely ignoring the latter's shocked expression.
“Come back to the vocational college with me. You can’t hide the fact that you swallowed Su Nuo’s finger. You might as well tell me.”
"There are countless sorcerers like you in the history of sorcery who devoured Su Nuo in pursuit of power, but they all failed."
"It seems that the best option now is to let you absorb all the remaining fingers and solve the biggest problem in the world of sorcery in the last thousand years."
Gojo Satoru put his blindfold back on, seemingly abandoning his plan to fight Chu Yang here.
Chapter 111 The Domain Unfolds! A Battle Invitation from the Captain-Commander!
College of Conjuration.
Chu Yang was locked in a room filled with incantations.
That might not be the most accurate description; he walked in on his own.
Before he went in, Gojo Satoru spoke a few words with the senior members of the vocational high school.
"This room can't hold him. He's just giving you face and playing along with your act. It doesn't mean anything."
"In the entire world of sorcery, no one but me can reliably defeat him."
"So don't provoke him, because that will only complicate things further."
The leading figure of the conservative faction, the principal of the Kyoto Prefectural Higher School of Jujutsu, is an old man who looks to be of unknown age.
Leaning on his cane, Yoshinobu Rakuganji asked in a deep, hoarse voice, "Gojo Satoru, how can you guarantee that he won't become an enemy of the jutsu world?"
"What if he eats all of Sukuna's fingers and becomes an even more troublesome being than Sukuna?"
"Our goal is to resolve the trouble caused by this top-grade cursed artifact, not to create even bigger trouble!"
Gojo Satoru glanced around and smiled confidently. "I'll handle it when the time comes."
Upon hearing Gojo Satoru's words, the high-ranking officials, including Rakuganji Yoshinobu, fell silent.
That one sentence alone makes it difficult for them to refute.
If the world of sorcery presents a problem that even Gojo Satoru cannot solve, then there's no point in harboring any further hopes.
The negotiations took much less time than Chu Yang had expected. Before long, Gojo Satoru appeared in the room filled with incantations.