Whether in competitive boxing or real combat, your master will constantly repeat one sentence: "Stay calm, you must stay calm."
It's not that a frenzied state is bad for fighting; on the contrary, your strength and speed increase significantly in a frenzy, and adrenaline makes you ignore pain.
You feel omnipotent, as if you could shatter the heavens with a single punch.
But this state is an illusion; you lose your most important asset—a cool head.
This was Awasaka Jiro's current state.
He strode forward with a roar, hands at his sides like the claws of a malevolent spirit.
He had thrown his entire being into the frenzy.
He could feel a massive surge of power erupting within him; his Cursed Energy was almost completely released.
At this moment, he had no calm thoughts; he only wanted to unleash his full self, his perfect self, and his transcendent self before the "god" in front of him!
Mahito was also surprised when he saw Awasaka Jiro.
This was because he was a character who appeared in the original work and had a very impressive performance.
In the original work, he faced the protagonist's group, Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori Yuji.
If it hadn't been for Fushiguro Megumi's quick wits, he might have actually killed them.
Curse Users don't have Ranks, but based on his abilities, he was undoubtedly a Grade 1 Sorcerer.
As a stepping stone, he was perfect!
Mahito didn't dodge.
One of the reasons he came here was to tap into the potential of this Half-Curse body.
Facing an opponent already consumed by frenzy, there was naturally no need to avoid him.
The moment they closed in, Awasaka's fist was already before Mahito's eyes—a head-shattering blow!
He wasn't the kind of uneducated, wild Curse User who just followed his instincts.
He had received professional education on the human body.
Before Gojo Satoru was even born, he was already experimenting on living people at will.
He understood every structure of the human body, and every punch he threw was laden with killing intent.
Mahito blocked with both hands.
Awasaka's fist slammed into his arms.
He thought this punch would at least shake Mahito's frame and force the King of Curses back, but it didn't.
The fist hitting his arms felt like hitting a steel plate!
"Ugh."
Awasaka forced down a groan of pain.
He stared wide-eyed at Mahito's arms.
Due to the massive impact, Mahito's white sleeves had been shredded, but what was revealed underneath wasn't soft skin, but a silver-gray steel plate.
Damn it, he really had hit a steel plate!
Mahito's arms shook, and the steel plate on them vanished.
Only then did Awasaka realize there was no steel plate at all; it was Mahito's skin that had turned into steel.
Normally, Awasaka would have retreated to calmly analyze what Mahito's ability was.
But right now, his mind lacked its usual composure.
He only wanted to kill, could only kill, and lived only to kill!
He forcibly stopped his retreat and charged forward again with a powerful kick-off!
A flurry of fists!
Awasaka unleashed a barrage!
Mahito finally retreated, but not in disarray.
He backed away in an orderly fashion, blocking calmly with both hands.
Awasaka was punching with all his might, but every time his fists connected, it was he who got hurt.
He punched amidst his roars, and suddenly blood splattered from his fists.
Even though Mahito was the one defending, Awasaka was the first to be injured.
Such fast reaction speed!
Awasaka couldn't help but be impressed.
He could tell that Mahito didn't have much combat experience, as he was a beat slow with every block, but his terrifying neural reflexes made up for his poor fighting technique.
By all rights, such clumsy Taijutsu should have been broken by Awasaka's pressure long ago.
But Mahito blocked and defended with ease, even wearing a smile on his face.
Strength! Speed! Physique! Reflexes!
The complete suppression of physical attributes allowed Mahito to fully withstand Awasaka's offensive without needing any fighting techniques.
He even had the spare energy to carefully observe Awasaka's punching patterns, greedily absorbing Awasaka's combat experience.
He was enjoying his first battle since birth, and his stepping stone was none other than Awasaka!
Suddenly, Awasaka's world tilted.
He snapped his mouth open and spat out white foam.
A foot had landed on Awasaka's abdomen; Mahito had actually managed to find the time to throw a kick amidst such intense offense and defense.
Awasaka hadn't noticed the strike at all, and before the pain could even reach him, he was sent flying like a cannonball.
The noisy audience suddenly fell silent for a moment because the scene before them was too surreal, leaving them all dazed with astonishment.
Can you imagine a middle-aged man sturdier than a black bear spinning and falling through the air like a doll discarded by a little girl?
The audience saw this scene now.
Awasaka felt the world spinning.
He rotated at least twice in the air.
He didn't fall to the ground but instead tumbled and crashed into the perimeter wall like a pebble skipping across a lake.
Amidst a roar, even the concrete wall acting as the perimeter was shattered and collapsed, eventually burying him within.
Mahito exhaled slowly.
He took off his white shirt and tossed it aside, completely baring his upper body.
Despite such an intense exchange, there wasn't a hint of sweat on him.
His fair skin showed only well-defined, streamlined muscles.
He slowly stretched his body, like a leopard warming up before a meal.
"What's wrong, Awasaka? Not planning on getting up?" he said with a slow exhale.
His voice went from light to heavy, from slow to rapid, finally carrying a divine pressure like a heavenly punishment.
"Weren't you... challenging a god (me)!"
These deafening words reached the audience's ears without needing the arena's amplifiers, as if countless Sanskrit chants were faintly spreading.
The announcer snapped back to his senses, pressed the microphone in front of him, and shouted:
"The invincible Awasaka Jiro has fallen! Let us congratulate the Pure White Evil on his vic—"
A massive roar suddenly interrupted the announcer.
An explosion like dynamite went off at Awasaka's position.
Awasaka pushed aside the collapsed rubble and slowly walked out from the blast.
"Wait a second, who said... it was over?"
The burly middle-aged man placed his hand on his shirt collar, hooked it with his index finger, and pulled down slowly but powerfully.
The shirt groaned in protest; he actually ripped the shirt right off using only the strength of one index finger.
He pulled his hands apart, tearing the shirt into two halves and exposing his perfect muscles, which looked like a marble statue.
His sweat dripped down the contours of his muscles and slowly evaporated as he breathed.
It was Cursed Energy; the Cursed Energy was evaporating the sweat as if it were physical.
His Cursed Energy was circulating at an incredible speed, enveloping his entire body like heavy armor.
There wasn't a single scratch on Awasaka's body!
Inverse!
Awasaka's Innate Technique was named "Inverse" by him.
When he activated it, powerful attacks would become weak, while weak attacks would become powerful.
He could freely adjust when to activate the technique.
It was an invincible technique; as long as his eyesight could keep up, no attack could harm him.
In the original work, no matter how the protagonist's group attacked, they couldn't break his defense, while every one of his attacks nearly killed them.
If it hadn't been for Fushiguro Megumi's flash of inspiration, he would have almost ground the two of them down until they died.
A truly invincible victor!
This is A! WA! SA! KA! JI! RO!
Although he hadn't reacted to the very first strike, he had activated Inverse before hitting the wall.
Even though the impact was strong enough to collapse a concrete wall, the force reflected onto his body was lighter than a falling feather.