"Heh, you're arrogant enough. I'm Miguel, a sorcerer from Africa. Remember the name, special grade."
Miguel ignored Suguru's advice and began warming up instead.
Getting the chance to face a legendary figure like this was rare. No matter what, he had to test himself.
When it came to pure hand-to-hand combat, Miguel did not believe he would lose to anyone.
But still…
The rumors said the other man possessed powers beyond the common understanding of the jujutsu world. Should he use the Black Rope?
And even if he did, would it actually work?
Miguel's mind was racing.
"Come at me. To show respect, I won't use anything other than physical combat. Of course, you're free to use all your methods."
As if sensing his hesitation, Mukuro spread his hands and showed a harmless smile.
"Everyone, it's best if you step back first. Even if this is just sparring, this level of battle isn't something you should watch up close right now."
Behind them, Suguru raised a finger and kindly reminded the others.
The students were then moved up to the top of the stairs. The entire field was left with only the two who were about to clash.
"As expected of a special grade. Then I'm coming."
The instant he finished speaking, Miguel's muscles tightened.
The ground beneath his feet cracked. His massive body moved with the speed of a leopard, reaching Mukuro in the blink of an eye.
His powerful arm swung forward. A huge fist slammed toward the other man's abdomen.
Whoosh!
Mukuro lightly stepped aside. With a sharp burst of air, Miguel's first strike missed.
"So fast…"
Miguel's physical ability already stood at the peak of humanity. He never imagined his punch would be dodged this easily.
Their bodies crossed paths. The distance between them was barely ten centimeters.
Mukuro's right fist crashed down.
Unexpectedly, Miguel reacted almost on instinct. He twisted his body at a sharp angle and barely avoided the blow.
Boom!
The punch smashed into the ground.
Cracks spread like spider webs from the impact point. The field shattered instantly, dirt and stone flying everywhere.
"A technique?"
Mukuro pulled his fist back, brushed off the dust, and looked with interest at the man now sweating lightly.
That movement just now, along with the faint music that seemed to come from nowhere, was clearly some kind of ability.
"It's a prayer song. It lets my movements follow the rhythm to avoid danger. It also boosts my cursed energy output and weakens the opponent's cursed energy. Though that part probably doesn't work on you."
Without hesitation, Miguel revealed his technique while continuing to move, his body swaying like a special kind of dance.
Mukuro's speed and strength were beyond what he expected.
"Next, I'll go all out."
His body moved in irregular patterns as he launched another attack toward Mukuro.
The fierce battle resumed.
"So this is one of the legendary 'Twin Tyrants.'"
On the stairs, Maki's pale face was flushed red.
This was the kind of physical strength she had always chased.
Pure physical power alone. Destruction equal to sorcerers with powerful techniques.
"Seriously. If they fight this hard, who's paying for the repairs?"
Suguru only sighed but made no move to stop them.
Below, the battle grew even more intense.
"This is unreal."
Miguel moved at high speed, cursed energy flowing through every part of his body.
Even with the Prayer Song pushed to its maximum, against an opponent with no cursed energy at all, the only thing he could do was fight at close range.
But the other man was too fast. His strength was too heavy. Far beyond Miguel's expectations.
"But… there's an opening!"
As his dance-like movements continued, a rhythm seemed to echo with it.
In the moment he dodged Mukuro's fists, Miguel's iron-like punch, wrapped in cursed energy and carrying immense force, slammed forward.
That single hit sent Mukuro flying. He crashed into the stairs on the opposite side of the field, collapsing them entirely.
A thick cloud of dust rose and blocked everyone's view.
"Fushiguro-sensei!"
Among the spectators, only Yuta shouted in panic and almost ran forward.
"Salmon."
Inumaki pulled on his sleeve from behind.
"Okkotsu, don't underestimate special grade sorcerers. They are the strongest beings in this world."
Beside them, Nanami pushed his glasses and, for once, acted as Inumaki's translator.
Sure enough, the battlefield shifted again.
Whoosh!
A chunk of concrete larger than a person, steel bars still embedded in it, flew out of the dust like a pebble and hurtled toward Miguel.
"I could dodge this easily… but there's no need!"
Miguel spoke as cursed energy surged into his right fist. He punched forward and shattered the rock instantly.
The next moment, while he was still feeling confident, Mukuro's figure appeared behind the shattered debris without warning.
There wasn't a single wound on him. He did not even have a speck of dust on his body.
"It's not over yet!"
Miguel's punch had just finished. He twisted his body with the momentum and launched an elbow strike toward the incoming attack.
What he did not expect was that his opponent changed position midair, turning his body and slipping past the elbow.
"This guy actually… damn it."
A sense of danger exploded in Miguel's mind. He tried to rely on his technique for an extreme dodge, but just as he moved to retreat, the other man stepped forward and closed the distance.
Then fists moving so fast they left countless afterimages rained down on Miguel's face.
Even with his arms raised to guard, he could not withstand the tide-like assault.
Snap!
At last, he could not hold back anymore. He pulled out the Black Rope from his pocket and whipped it forward.
But Mukuro had already retreated at the moment Miguel moved. The rope missed and slammed into the ground, carving a clear crack into it.
"You really are terrifying, special grade."
Although the punches had not been full power, it was surprising that when Miguel wiped his nose, only a thin stream of blood flowed out.
After spitting out a blood-stained tooth, his bruised face still burned with a strong fighting spirit.
"Seriously… that guy can really take a beating."
From above, Panda tried to look at it from another angle. If it were him taking that combo, he would probably already be down.
"Black people generally have much higher bone and muscle density. Their durability can't be judged by normal standards."
At some point, Satoru had returned from the higher-ups. He stroked his chin and openly commented on the fight, his voice even reaching Miguel's ears.
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