Bang!
Six Degrees East Crossing and Mirokuji Kirigiri collided for the first time, letting out a thunderous boom!
Finally, a weapon capable of matching Mirokuji Kirigiri head-on had appeared in this world.
Before this, no entity had dared to stand against the blade of Mirokuji Kirigiri, not even gods or Buddhas.
Gojo Satoru succeeded.
Six Degrees East Crossing truly could erase the Cutting Line of Mirokuji Kirigiri!
This was only natural.
No matter how powerful the New Line of Mirokuji Kirigiri was, it was ultimately a Cursed Technique fueled by Cursed Energy. The ability of Six Degrees East Crossing was precisely to eliminate the influence of Cursed Energy in every aspect.
Even a blade capable of slaying gods and Buddhas could forget about cutting through the Buddha's Sound Purifying World of Six Degrees East Crossing.
The god-slaying sword...
...had been broken!
Gojo Satoru should have been shouting provocations in excitement—that was his style.
But he didn't.
Because the instant Six Degrees East Crossing and Mirokuji Kirigiri collided, the knuckles of his hand shattered. Muscle burst through his skin, and overwhelming neural pain surged into his brain.
Before that, the bones in his hand, wrist, forearm, upper arm, and even his shoulder blade had shattered simultaneously.
The muscles in his arms and shoulders split apart, and chunks of flesh burst from his body, flying before his eyes like shrapnel from an exploding bomb.
His judgment had been correct.
Six Degrees East Crossing truly was a Divine Tool capable of rivaling—or even surpassing—Mirokuji Kirigiri.
...
But he himself was not.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Gojo Satoru was blasted backward like a cannonball.
His balance was completely destroyed by the overwhelming impact.
The white sand beneath his feet split apart like the sea during an aircraft's emergency landing.
Yet it wasn't a single straight trench.
Instead, it became a chain of enormous craters linked together.
That was because his body had broken the sound barrier while being launched backward.
His spine creaked violently, twisting and collapsing under the tremendous force.
His flesh began tearing apart.
His internal organs swelled and ruptured inside his body like rotten fruit.
With a single strike...
...Gojo Satoru had almost entered the afterlife.
No.
Not almost.
He had already stepped into it.
These injuries were no longer something a living person could suffer.
They belonged only to the dead.
Forget a medical student.
Even an ordinary passerby would immediately conclude upon seeing Gojo Satoru's condition—
This was a corpse.
Yet Gojo Satoru refused to give up.
His contingency plan had already begun activating.
Even while flying backward at supersonic speed...
...his body began regenerating.
The positive energy stored within his internal organs immediately took effect during the destruction.
The principle of negative times negative equals positive began operating at astonishing speed.
His Six Eyes had never functioned like this before.
Bone fragments aligned themselves.
Cracks rapidly closed.
Muscles, nerves, blood vessels, and skin regenerated at superhuman speed—
...even as they were simultaneously being destroyed.
Destroying while regenerating—
This was Gojo Satoru's answer.
It was a technique he had developed by combining his previous experiences with the infinite regeneration of Kinji Hakari.
Although his total amount of Cursed Energy was far inferior to Ryomen Sukuna, Yuta Okkotsu, and Mahito...
...the optimization efficiency granted by the Six Eyes allowed him to extract every last bit of Cursed Energy with absolute perfection.
Unless it was a guaranteed one-hit kill...
Gojo Satoru was effectively immortal at this moment!
Come on, Mahito!
It's... not... over... yet!
Gojo Satoru roared inwardly.
While still flying backward at supersonic speed, both feet slammed into the sand.
He wanted to stabilize himself as quickly as possible.
But at that very instant...
...a flash of sword light filled his vision.
Mirokuji Kirigiri had already reached him.
"—!"
Without even having time to cry out, Gojo Satoru displayed astonishing flexibility.
His body bent into a perfect bridge.
The blade of Mirokuji Kirigiri swept past the tip of his nose.
His bangs drifting over his forehead were neatly sliced away, as though a master barber had just given him perfectly trimmed blunt bangs.
The Dragon God wasn't merely strengthened in power.
Its raw physical capabilities had also been amplified to an absurd level.
It had caught up to Gojo Satoru at supersonic speed...
...and swung again.
Straight down.
Boom!
This wasn't the sound of a sword cutting.
It was the explosion of a missile.
The entire Final Battle Barrier seemed to tremble.
The deafening roar echoed throughout the world.
A colossal pillar of sand erupted where the blade struck.
This wasn't a refined or elegant sword strike.
It was merely a casual swing by the Dragon God.
Gojo Satoru burst out from the sand pillar.
Curling into a ball, he rolled across the ground like a soccer ball, using that motion to minimize the damage as much as possible.
He sprang back to his feet.
Then he swung Six Degrees East Crossing with all his strength!
The blade of Mirokuji Kirigiri collided with Six Degrees East Crossing for the second time.
The bones in Gojo Satoru's hand shattered instantly.
But the blade also—
...
—was knocked off its original trajectory by the collision.
Even so, the blade still sheared off Gojo Satoru's shoulder.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror.
Then—
An explosion.
Boom!
Accompanied by the deafening roar, the entire stretch of sand beside Gojo Satoru exploded from the tremendous impact.
A sandstorm over twenty meters high erupted outward from the edge of Mirokuji Kirigiri, engulfing everything nearby.
The Dragon God stepped forward.
Another swing.
This time...
...a diagonal downward slash.
Kesa-giri.
The thunderous boom echoed across the world once more.
Gojo Satoru struck the flat of Mirokuji Kirigiri with Six Degrees East Crossing, forcing the overwhelming force to vent toward his side.
The pressure and wind generated by the sword seemed capable of sweeping across the entire world.
Countless grains of white sand swirled through the air, obscuring everything before him.
Even the vision of his Six Eyes seemed covered by a veil.
That veil...
...was this uncontrolled, absolute violence.
Gojo Satoru understood.
The Dragon God's swordsmanship wasn't nearly as refined as it had been during their previous final battle.
Instead...
...it simply swung with maximum force.
Pure violence.
Absolute power.
This wasn't Mahito's usual style.
It was a strategy he had specifically prepared to kill Gojo Satoru.
The reason Gojo Satoru could still survive amidst this relentless storm...
...was the positive energy he had stored within his internal organs beforehand.
Because of Six Degrees East Crossing, neither the Dragon God nor Gojo Satoru himself could currently use Cursed Energy.
In other words...
...that reserve of positive energy represented Gojo Satoru's entire remaining pool of usable power.
And...
...those reserves could be exhausted.
How does one kill an immortal Sorcerer?
The simplest method...
...is to exhaust their Cursed Energy.
No matter how miraculous an immortal body is, it ultimately functions through Cursed Energy.
Once that energy runs dry...
...even the greatest regenerative ability collapses.
In the past, others had attempted this very method against Mahito.
Gojo Satoru himself had also relied on this strategy to overcome Mahito's immortality.
Now...
The Dragon God had turned that same method against him.
The instant his reserves of positive energy were exhausted...
...Gojo Satoru's immortal body would naturally fail.
The Dragon God never intended to create distance.
That had been Ryomen Sukuna's mistake.
During Gojo Satoru's battle against Sukuna, Sukuna had been kicked away multiple times.
The instant distance opened between them...
...Gojo Satoru could deactivate Buddha's Sound Purifying World, extract fresh Cursed Energy, convert it into positive energy, and replenish his reserves.
The Dragon God would never make that mistake.
He remained glued to Gojo Satoru's side.
His endless storm of attacks left Gojo absolutely no chance to retreat...
...or even catch his breath.
There was no opportunity whatsoever for Gojo Satoru to replenish his Cursed Energy.
Meanwhile...
The Dragon God abandoned refined swordsmanship altogether.
He relied entirely on overwhelming violence.
Absolute destructive power.
His sole objective was to consume Gojo Satoru's positive energy at the fastest possible rate...
...until the final killing blow arrived.
Ryomen Sukuna had failed to force Gojo Satoru into a true sense of crisis before dying.
But now...
Death itself relentlessly pursued Gojo Satoru.
Step after step.
Closing in upon his instincts.
And Gojo Satoru's only thought was—
Now...
This...
...is exciting!!
The blade of Mirokuji Kirigiri collided once more with Six Degrees East Crossing.
Behind Gojo Satoru, an enormous tidal wave erupted.
Rolling waves of sand surged into the sky.
The dust storm rose high enough to blot out the heavens.
"Haha...
Hahahaha!"
Gojo Satoru laughed loudly.
"I never expected to be cornered after only a single exchange!
"Mahito!
"Your growth over these past two months has surpassed the growth I've achieved in twenty years!"
"You too!"
Mahito laughed just as loudly.
"Are you ready to die...
...Satoru?"
"It's still too early!"
Gojo Satoru roared.
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