In the Kagoshima battle zone, located in the southern part of the country, biting cold ice covered the ground. Above it, Uraume, who looked like a child, was battling Jujutsu Sorcerers who had rushed from various battle zones.
"Damn it! He looks like a kid, but his fighting skills are as vicious as an old man's. And what's with this Cursed Technique level? Has this guy reached Special Grade…?"
A corporate slave Jujutsu Sorcerer felt the pressure emanating from Uraume, his eyebrows involuntarily twitching upwards.
To be honest, he already wanted to go home to his mom.
Such thoughts emerged in the minds of everyone present. They had all been fooled by Uraume's youthful appearance and let down their guard. Moreover, the strength of a Cursed Technique should not be linked to age; this is basic common sense.
Grade 4: A level that any Jujutsu Sorcerer can reach with some effort.
Grade 3: Jujutsu Sorcerers who awaken in the countryside without systematic training often hover at this level.
Grade 2: If one has a certain talent and persistent effort, along with systematic education, there's a high probability of reaching this realm.
Grade 1: The true pillars of the Jujutsu World. Innate talent is more crucial than diligent effort. Those who reach this level generally create a significant gap between themselves and other Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Special Grade: An anomalous existence. A single individual possesses the power to disrupt the normal functioning of a nation. If such an existence discards moral and legal constraints, it will become a colossal disaster.
Uraume had undoubtedly reached the Special Grade benchmark in the realm of Cursed Energy output, as a bone-chilling wind swept across the battlefield.
The Jujutsu Sorcerers opposing him had never faced such an opponent before. As time ticked by, more and more ice sculptures stood on the ground.
Although some Jujutsu Sorcerer groups attempted to ambush Uraume through coordinated teamwork, they even succeeded.
However, before they could celebrate or gloat, they saw Uraume's impatient expression. The injuries they had painstakingly inflicted through their teamwork were healing at a visible speed.
"No way… He even knows Reverse Cursed Technique?!"
Domain is the profound mystery of Jujutsu.
Reverse Cursed Technique is the core of Jujutsu.
Although these ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers couldn't use Reverse Cursed Technique, not knowing how didn't mean they didn't know about it. In their minds, describing Reverse Cursed Technique as a divine skill was no exaggeration. Many of them had even tried to learn it, only to fail without exception.
Uraume frowned, gathered strength, and swung an arm. A biting cold wind instantly lashed at the Jujutsu Sorcerers who had ambushed him, and several more crystal-clear ice sculptures formed.
"Hmph, by the standards of small fry, it's not bad," Uraume twisted his nose and wrist impatiently, his mouth full of disdain for the surrounding Jujutsu Sorcerers.
On the ice-covered ground, there were ice sculptures completely covered in ice and others not entirely covered. Wails of misery filled the air, irritating Uraume.
"Truly, annoying."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and Cursed Energy condensed into a cold wind, ready to shatter these wailing individuals, along with their frozen bodies, into dust.
Just then, a phone ringing sound suddenly came from his right.
Uraume paused slightly, decisively shifted his attack target, and the cold wind he had condensed in his hand rushed towards the source of the phone ring on his right.
[Ice Condensation Cursed Technique: Straightfall]!
Instantly, as if a waterfall was frozen in a moment, this ice was no longer limited to adhering to objects and turning them into ice sculptures. Powerful cold air rapidly condensed into ice blocks, encroaching upon a large area.
Uraume, having unleashed this attack, opened his mouth, and mist carrying ice crystals emerged from it. Continuously using maximum-level Cursed Energy output like this had left him somewhat fatigued.
However, as soon as he felt the Cursed Energy fluctuations of his master, continuously rising and strengthening within the building behind him, he was able to regain his spirit, a flushed smile appearing on his face.
"It seems Lord Sukuna will soon return to his original form. I must also redouble my efforts; I cannot let Lord Sukuna come out and still see these small fry, disturbing his mood!"
Uraume, full of enthusiasm, spoke while once again raising his arm, attempting to redouble his efforts to kill all the Jujutsu Sorcerers in the vicinity.
Suddenly!
In the area he had just frozen with [Ice Condensation Cursed Technique: Straightfall], a series of crisp cracking sounds of ice breaking occurred.
Uraume's attention was immediately drawn. In his sight, the ice blocks formed by his Cursed Energy were rapidly shattering at a visible speed.
Amidst the ice mist formed by countless fragmented ice pieces falling, a figure holding a mobile phone gradually emerged.
"Small fry? Who are you talking about?"
Chinatsu had not yet emerged from the ice mist, but her voice had already reached Uraume's ears.
Uraume's pupils widened slightly. That last attack was undoubtedly his maximum output. Could there actually be a small fry in this era capable of enduring my full power?
No, it must be a special Cursed Technique!
Some special Cursed Techniques can grant immunity or evade damage. When Uraume calmed himself, he realized this wasn't such a rare occurrence; he had just killed too many small fry and gotten a bit too carried away.
He raised his right hand, and the cold air in his palm condensed and materialized into a sharp, pointed ice blade.
[Ice Condensation Cursed Technique: Ice Cut]
He quietly exhaled two breaths, reducing his Cursed Energy output while converting the reduced portion into physical reinforcement.
He planned to approach this small fry at close range and then use the ice blade in his hand to repeatedly inflict fatal wounds on the target.
While special Cursed Techniques could indeed provide immunity and damage evasion, there was ultimately a limit to this, and continuous activation of Cursed Techniques would also consume a large amount of Cursed Energy.
With a "Bang!!!" Uraume burst forward from the ground, charging with the sharp ice blade towards the figure still in the ice mist.
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
Uraume, holding the ice blade, thrust it fiercely towards the figure's neck. However, he didn't feel the sensation of the ice blade piercing someone's neck, and the ice blade seemed stuck, unable to move.
As a crisp sound of the ice blade shattering rang out, a fist swiftly and accurately struck Uraume's abdomen. Uraume's mouth instantly opened, and a gush of blood sprayed from his body.
Bang!!!
Uraume was violently sent flying, crashing directly into the building where Sukuna, whom he was protecting, was located. A series of shattering and collapsing sounds continuously echoed.
As the ice mist dissipated, Chinatsu stood with one hand maintaining a punching motion and the other holding a mobile phone whose ringtone had abruptly stopped. Her eyes coldly watched Uraume, who lay amidst the collapsed debris of the building.
"Small fry? Who are you talking about?"
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