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Sukuna looked at the wide-eyed Kenjaku, shook his head with some disdain, and then looked into the distance.

"I can sense that Megumi's aura is mixed with those Special Grade Cursed Spirits. In other words, has this kid been taken hostage by those Special Grade Cursed Spirits?"

At the thought of Jogo, Sukuna felt a bitter taste in his mouth, as if he had been stuffed with a piece of dog shit, and anger appeared on his face.

"Back when I was weak, you bullied me in every way possible. Now that I have recovered 3/4 of my power, I will personally cut you into pieces, shredding you bit by bit."

Whether it was his own resentment towards Jogo, or the fact that Megumi was being held hostage by the other party, he had to go there.

Thinking of this, Sukuna rapidly moved towards the distance.

Before leaving, his crimson eyes stared at the motionless pile of minced meat on the ground, a smile on his face, his gaze deep, as if he were thinking about something.

Another ten seconds passed, and a man with black hair reaching his waist walked from around the corner. A pair of narrow pupils stared at the minced meat on the ground and he sighed.

"Sukuna really did attack me. Fortunately, I was prepared for him and specifically chose a semi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit that is good at disguise, so it wasn't discovered by him."

If the real body had come just now, although it certainly wouldn't have been killed instantly by Dismantle, it would likely only have been able to hold on for a few moves.

Sukuna has already fled into the distance. It is highly likely that he has gone to hunt down the Cursed Spirits. What I need to do now is to lie in wait and then look for an opportunity.

The current ultimate goal is to let Sukuna and the Cursed Spirits kill each other, and then go and secretly pick up the scraps.

The best outcome would be to capture Mahito and incidentally snatch a few more powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirits of the Disaster Curses level.

The worst outcome would be for the Disaster Curses to be wiped out by Sukuna and for him to get absolutely nothing.

Kenjaku had never valued the process, only the final benefits that could be obtained. If nothing is gained in the end, then no matter how good the process looks, it is fake.

Just as he intended to leave and hide again, a hand patted his shoulder, and a voice rang in his ear.

"I knew it. You, an ant that has lived for a thousand years, must have some means of saving your life, right?"

Kenjaku's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and he began to think of countermeasures.

Damn it! Sukuna didn't leave! And it's behind me! How am I supposed to deal with him! My raw strength is completely inferior!

Releasing Sukuna was dangerous but he had no choice but to stake everything on one throw. It seemed this mistake was very serious.

Should I use Cursed Spirit Manipulation?

No, I can't use it. The startup time for Cursed Spirit Manipulation is too long.

There is absolutely no stored Cursed Energy in my body and I can barely resist. It seems I can only use the Gravity Cursed Technique.

Hopefully, I can suppress Sukuna for one second. Even if it's only for one second, I can successfully escape.

Just as Kenjaku had customized the plan in his mind and was about to act, he suddenly noticed his perspective beginning to shift.

Strange, I clearly didn't turn my head, so why is my perspective shifting downwards? Wait, whose body is that?

Kenjaku saw a headless corpse. That headless corpse was wearing wide sleeves and was standing straight on the ground. Only then did he realize that he had been decapitated.

Immediately after, his consciousness began to sink into a cold space. Kenjaku felt the world before his eyes gradually begin to turn dark, his thoughts becoming incredibly rigid and difficult to think.

At the very last moment, he saw a disdainful smile on Sukuna's face.

Sukuna looked at Kenjaku, whose life aura had completely dissipated. He released his perception with full force but did not feel the existence of any aura and left with a smile on his face.

Even if you are insidious and cunning, what does it matter if you left yourself a way out?

In the face of absolute power, any struggle is meaningless, Kenjaku.

"Now that he is completely dead, I should go hunt down Jogo and the others. Do not die so easily, or I will be very bored."

Sukuna grinned, and his figure disappeared from the spot again.

A full thirty or forty seconds passed, and the severed head suddenly moved. Then the stitches were undone and a brain rolled out from inside.

A mouth grew on the surface of that brain, and it spoke in an indistinct voice, "Damn it. The Special Grade Sorcerer body that I spent so long selecting has just been destroyed like this. However, I survived, and there is still a chance for everything."

At the same time, through the flame mark he had planted on Kenjaku, Jogo felt that the other party's life aura had dropped to an unprecedented level.

It seems Sukuna killed Kenjaku but Kenjaku had a way and wasn't killed after all.

However, Kenjaku, oh Kenjaku, guess why I hit your head with so many punches back then?