Boom!!
The terrifying shock wave carried scorching heat and instantly engulfed Takako.
Even though she had wrapped the sky around her in advance for defense, it barely had any effect.
Takako flew backward like a kite with its string cut, a look of confusion still in her eyes.
Why…
How did Kazuma disappear into that twisted black hole?
This bizarre scene completely shattered her understanding of space. She simply couldn't accept it.
If that was the case, then his technique was too unfair, wasn't it?
Fight if he wanted to, escape if he wanted to and no one could stop him?!
The only way to beat him would be to set a trap and land an instant kill but the chances of that happening were slim.
Looking at Takako, whose arm was destroyed in the ruins, Ishigori wasn't happy about the loss of a competitor. Instead, he kept scanning the battlefield, searching for Kazuma's whereabouts.
His cursed energy cannon had actually missed. A long-lost fighting spirit ignited in Ishigori's eyes.
"Come out, you little brat who can only hide, and let me feast on you!"
The next second, the space behind him twisted.
A whirlpool appeared, and in the darkness, a pair of large hands reached out without warning—lifting Ishigori high into the air!
Before he could react, a deep voice murmured in his ear.
"As you wish."
Whoosh!
Kazuma suddenly exerted force, throwing Ishigori into the sky like a shot put.
"Not very skilled, are you?"
Ishigori still had a crazed smile on his face as he soared through the air, a cursed energy cannon forming above his head, ready to fire.
The moment Kazuma had grabbed him from behind, he had already begun secretly gathering cursed energy.
"Granite Blast!"
BOOM!
Though this shock wave was weaker than before, its trajectory could be controlled.
Ishigori locked onto Kazuma, relentlessly chasing him with his cursed energy cannon.
Like a laser beam, the attack sliced through the surrounding skyscrapers, cutting them in half.
However, in the very next second—
Kazuma suddenly transformed into a flash of lightning, moving a hundred meters in an instant.
Seeing this, Ishigori redirected his cannon—the shockwave following closely.
Kazuma's figure flickered again and again, but Ishigori's shockwaves never hit him. He couldn't even graze Kazuma's clothes.
Ishigori's eyes burned with fury. He could tell that Kazuma was deliberately toying with him.
"Is dodging all you can do? You might as well keep hiding in your space!"
Just as he finished speaking—
Kazuma, who had been standing on the ruins below, suddenly vanished from sight.
Huh???
Where did he go?!
Did he really escape into another dimension?
No… even the slightest spatial fluctuation wouldn't escape his sharp senses.
There was only one possibility…
"Can you catch this?"
A voice whispered from behind.
Ishigori's pupils shrank.
Turning his head mechanically, he looked behind him. What he saw made his breath hitch.
Kazuma was floating above him. He was using one hand to grip a massive energy sphere, as large as a skyscraper.
"Didn't you say you wanted a feast? I'll serve you a Rasengan!"
BOOM!
Kazuma hurled the colossal energy sphere with full force—engulfing Ishigori completely.
The dazzling light was so blinding that Ishigori couldn't keep his eyes open.
The sheer force of the attack sent out violent shockwaves—the sheer pressure stung Ishigori's face even before impact.
Everything in Ishigori's vision was now completely consumed by the Rasengan.
As it bore down on him, in his last moments of consciousness, only one thought remained in Ishigori's mind.
What the hell… is a Rasengan?
Meanwhile, across the Sendai Colony…
Many sorcerers and cursed spirits hid in corners, trembling.
The previous battle between the six special-grades had already filled them with fear.
So much so that they had abandoned their fights, choosing instead to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
But now, seeing the colossal energy sphere in the sky…
They were completely stunned.
"What the hell is that?!"
"Are my eyes deceiving me? Don't tell me that's a cursed technique?! If that thing drops, half the city will be wiped out!"
"RUN! If we're even a second late, the shockwave alone could kill us!"
"Damn it! These special-grade guys are beyond insane! They fight like they don't care about the world at all!"
"Yeah, someone should seriously call them out for this!"
Not far away, a mountain of cursed spirit corpses lay piled up.
A lone figure stood there, staring at the massive energy ball in the sky with a grave expression.
It was Toji.
There was only one person capable of creating something like that.
Kazuma.
This energy sphere… it reminded him of something from his past.
A bad memory.
Toji clenched his fists and muttered darkly, "Between this and Gojo's Hollow Purple… which one is stronger?"
BOOM!!
As the Rasengan made impact, the battlefield was engulfed in a blinding white light.
Everyone instinctively shielded their eyes, unable to look directly at the explosion.
The sheer force of the attack was like a giant missile, flattening the surrounding area instantly.
The skyscraper that stood seconds ago—Gone.
All that remained in the heart of the city was a gargantuan crater.
Ishigori lay in the pit, covered in blood, staring blankly at Kazuma floating above.
So many sorcerers… so many powerhouses in this world…
He had always prided himself as the one with the strongest cursed energy output in existence.
But what did that even mean in the face of that move?
He had lost.
And he lost in the very domain he prided himself on—cursed energy output.
As a special-grade sorcerer, he could tell that Kazuma's attack wasn't simply a product of raw power.
On the contrary, it wasn't an overwhelming amount of cursed energy, but rather, an extreme compression of it.
To be able to condense and compress such an enormous energy sphere in such a short amount of time…
Kazuma's strength had surpassed the special-grade level.
Realizing this, Ishigori suddenly smiled.
Four hundred years ago, he had signed a contract with Kenjaku, choosing to be resurrected today.
His only desire was to find a worthy opponent—someone to fight at full power.
Back then, he had missed his chance to battle the legend Kashimo.
But today, Kazuma had fulfilled his wish. This battle… had satisfied him.
Elsewhere on the battlefield
Kurourushi's lifeless body lay on the ground, black blood soaking the dirt.
Even Yuta and Dhruv had stopped fighting, stunned by the impact of Kazuma's attack.
Lowering his sword, Yuta surveyed the destruction—the vast crater in the battlefield.
He fell into deep thought.
"So strong…"
And then—
A hoarse voice suddenly echoed through the battlefield.
"Haha…!!!"
Yuta's eyes widened in horror.
"Kazuma! BEHIND YOU!"
Just then, Kurourushi, whom Yuta had killed, stood up once more.
With a sinister grin, he silently appeared behind Kazuma.
His thin, insect-like limbs grasped a terrifying and grotesque cursed tool.
The "Festering Life Blade"—a forbidden weapon that mixes life and death.
But Kazuma, already anticipating it, simply smirked.
"An unkillable little cockroach… I wonder if it can withstand Amaterasu?"