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The collision from just a moment ago replayed repeatedly in Sukuna's mind, and he was surprised to discover something, something that he found inconceivable.

It's truly strange. By what principle did those flame chains suddenly appear on me?

He clearly wasn't within Jogo's domain, yet he had still suffered a sure-hit effect of a domain.

Before Sukuna could continue thinking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly turned crimson, and surging waves of Cursed Energy gathered beneath the three of them.

He has caught up again. I had clearly fled several hundred meters at top speed. His reaction is truly swift.

Sukuna had no intention of dodging. He spread his hands, assumed a bow-drawing stance, and the immense Cursed Energy within his body began to gather.

Streaks of brilliant flames continuously generated around him, finally converging on his hands to construct a massive bow and arrow made of fire.

"Open!"

Kusakabe and Panda were already terrified and out of their wits. Two beings with Cursed Energy far exceeding average Special Grade Cursed Spirits were about to clash right in front of them, yet they couldn't run.

Kusakabe's keen intuition told him that if they disobeyed Sukuna's words and tried to run away, they would most likely die.

Just as the Cursed Energy of both sides were about to collide, Sukuna suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned his head, and smiled. "Almost forgot, you two can run now."

Two figures, one fat and one thin, left afterimages in place, scrambling away at the fastest speed of their lives.

Sukuna paid no attention to the two, instead continuously pouring the Cursed Energy from within his body into the flame bow and arrow in his hands, a wild smile appearing on his face.

"Come on. You claim to be the master of flames, right? How about you compare that to this move of mine?"

Accompanied by the collapse of the surface, pillars of flame erupted from the ground, creating a hellish scene. Magma continuously flowed across the surface, attempting to block Sukuna's range of movement.

Sukuna sensed for a moment and located a trace of an unusual aura within the sea of flames. He aimed the flame bow and arrow in his hands toward the direction he perceived, and released his fingers.

As his fingers released, a brilliant light streaked across the ground, and immediately after, crimson energy swallowed the space within a radius of over a hundred meters.

Whether it was buildings or the surviving ordinary people, everything turned to dust at this moment. Only Sukuna, as the wielder of the Cursed Technique, remained unharmed amidst the crimson energy.

He felt the Special Grade Cursed Spirit aura continuously disappearing within the crimson color, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"To be so foolish as to clash head-on with me, what arrogance. But you have made yourself unforgettable. I will likely remember you for the rest of my life, Jogo."

However, the next moment, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit aura emerged from the flames behind him, appearing within Sukuna's perception.

He was struck with horror, his scarlet eyes suddenly contracting. Without any conscious thought, he instinctively unleashes a Dismantle toward his back.

Damn it, why would Jogo appear from behind?

Could that aura hidden in the flames just now have been Mahito?

Purple blood splattered everywhere. Jogo's body was hit by the Dismantle in several places, and deep, bone-exposing lacerations appeared on hia body.

But he ignored these wounds, slamming his flame-burning fist into Sukuna's face.

Sukuna realized Jogo had ignored the Dismantle he released and tried to raise his hand to block, only to find it was simply too late.

Jogo's attack was far too rushed. It had been launched almost the very instant the aura appeared. And Sukuna was still trash-talking at the time, completely unable to defend in time.

Boom!

Streaks of lightning erupted from the point where the two collided. Jogo's punch had triggered a Black Flash, with the power reaching the original to the power of 2.5.

Sukuna's face was visibly distorted, a clear sound of bone cracking came from his face, and his entire body flew backward.

He smashed through over a dozen high-rise buildings before slamming onto the ground, the residual impact force leaving a large crater in the ground.

Just as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and was about to stand up, chains of flame suddenly appeared out of thin air, binding him once again.

Seeing this scene, Mahito, who was almost burned to ash in the flames, silently gave a thumbs up.

He could be said to have had a miserable time in this round, getting beaten up from start to finish. If it weren't for his immortal mechanism, he probably would have been reduced to dust from the very beginning.

Just now, he had confused the perception within the flames, causing Sukuna to misjudge Jogo's position and take a sneak attack.

"You are the strongest Cursed Spirit I have ever seen. I'm really getting excited."

Overwhelming Dismantles surged wildly in all directions. Not only did he shred the flame chains on his body, but he also condensed a Dismantle zone with a diameter of over ten meters around him. Anyone who entered would have to take a couple of hits.

Jogo's expression changed, and he began to retreat rapidly, but Sukuna pursued relentlessly, waving his hands continuously from behind. Streaks of Dismantle slashed through the air and cut the surrounding high-rise buildings in half with ease.