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Sukuna was utterly perplexed. He had been deceived by that Flame Dragons, which allowed Jogo to catch him during the skill's post-cast lag and unleash a massive wave of damage.

No matter how much he thought about it, he could never have imagined that the Flame Dragons Jogo released back then were actually just special effects.

Indeed, Jogo had initiated an attack the moment Sukuna moved, but what collided with Sukuna was merely an entrance effect he had intentionally released.

Meanwhile, his true body, under the cover of the effects, had moved behind Sukuna, dealing this King of Curses a devastating injury.

Sukuna stood up staggeringly, blood constantly welling from his nose and mouth.

After thinking for a fraction of a second, he turned and ran.

So what if he was crowned with the domineering title of King of Curses? Who says I can't run if I can't win?

Sukuna wasn't some idiot who only knew how to fight head-on. Having suffered such heavy injuries, even circulating the Cursed Energy in his body had become a major problem. Furthermore, he currently only had fifteen fingers and was nowhere near his prime.

The opportunity to beat Sukuna was right at hand, and Jogo wasn't about to let it slip by. Streaks of fire flew continuously toward the fleeing Sukuna.

However, although Sukuna was injured, he was still a powerful Special Grade with fifteen fingers. When he was hell-bent on escaping, Jogo simply couldn't stop him.

Watching the pouncing flames, he raised his hand to unleash a barrage of Dismantle, slicing the flames into dissipation without slowing his pace in the slightest.

Jogo pursued while trash-talking from behind, attempting to change Sukuna's mind.

"Aren't you the King of Curses? Aren't you known as the strongest in history? Why are you fleeing in panic now?"

"Where is your dignity as a powerhouse? Where is that untamed attitude? Running away now will only make you a laughingstock. It turns out the King of Curses is just a joke."

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening. Keep chanting your nonsense, you old turtle."

Sukuna muttered this to himself, his legs moving so fast they became a blur.

Are you kidding? A powerhouse's pride? Can pride put food on the table? Is it more important than my life?

Watching Sukuna run further and further away, Jogo felt somewhat helpless for a moment. He really couldn't stop him.

Unless there was an overwhelming difference in strength, when two people of similar power fought and one chose to flee, the other would find it very hard to intercept them.

"Forget it, if he's gone, he's gone. What a load of crap."

The flames behind Jogo changed direction, altering his flight path as he flew straight toward the outskirts of the city.

Since he couldn't catch Sukuna, he might as well go save Hanami first.

...

The battlefield on the outskirts.

More than half of Hanami's body had been smashed to pieces. The right arm was barely hanging onto the body by a sliver of flesh and skin. Covered in purple blood, their aura was weak.

Yuki was also looking disheveled. Although she didn't have any injuries, her Cursed Energy consumption was certainly not small. Her eyes remained fixed on Hanami, her breathing slightly heavy.

"If you were in your prime, I probably wouldn't be able to kill you. But now that you're heavily injured, it's all over."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuki kicked off the ground and threw a punch.

The fist let out a sharp sonic boom in the air, the power contained within it even causing the surrounding space to distort slightly. It wasn't hard to imagine that if this punch hit the heavily injured Hanami head-on, they would likely die on the spot.

At this critical moment, a wall of fire suddenly blocked the path between the two.

The scorching temperature forced back Yuki, who was about to succeed in her assault. Her expression changed as she retreated.

Not good, it seems the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's backup has arrived.

Accompanied by a red light flashing across the sky, a humanoid creature about two meters tall with hair as crimson as a cluster of flames descended from the sky.

That massive golden pupil stared intently at the woman before him. Seeing her dressed in jeans, her long yellow hair, and the Shikigami circling around her, Jogo understood her identity.

So it really is the human Special Grade Sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki. No wonder she could beat Hanami into this state.

"Who are you? Are you that Special Grade Cursed Spirit's helper? I can feel that the Cursed Energy on you is quite massive, and it feels very familiar."

Yuki chatted with Jogo appearing calm and composed, but in reality, her heart was under immense pressure.

She naturally recognized his aura. Wasn't this the fellow who was just fighting above Shibuya?

She hadn't expected him to come over here.

Hanami dragged their half-destroyed head and with great effort looked up at Jogo standing in front of them, feeling a complete sense of security at this moment.

Jogo crossed his arms, his red hair moving without any wind. Cursed Energy began to rise from his body and countless flames erupted behind him:

Immense power continuously gathered within Yuki's body.

"Quite arrogant. Then let me give it a try."

The moment she finished speaking, the ground beneath her feet shattered. She streaked through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages, and arrived directly in front of Jogo, throwing a punch with explosive force.

The fist contained massive fluctuations of Cursed Energy, along with the terrifying power brought by her Cursed Technique. Lower-tier Special Grade Cursed Spirits might even die instantly after taking such a blow.

Jogo didn't dodge, simply standing there. That massive golden pupil watched the fist as it grew larger in his field of vision.

Seeing that the opponent made no move to dodge at all, Yuki couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

So overconfident. Not dodging my attack at all. You'll learn your lesson after one punch.