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Gojo Satoru?

After the arrogant white-haired man on the opposite side finished speaking, Chuya Nakahara and Yuriko Suzuke involuntarily crossed a row of ellipses in their hearts.

Let alone whether the other party is really Gojo Satoru or not.

The key should be that as soon as the two of them said this name, someone named 'Wujo Wu' came to their door immediately.

This is too much of a coincidence, right? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, raised his hand and gently rubbed the space between his brows.He looked at the other party, just about to speak, but at this moment, the white-haired man who called himself 'Wujo Wu' spread his hands and made a silent gesture to him, and glanced lightly at him: "I didn't talk to you, little man. "

Small, short, son?

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly felt a little hot all over his body, at least his fists were very itchy. He opened the corner of his mouth a little ferociously, and the supernatural power that had been slowly clinging to and flowing around his body suddenly exploded. It seemed that he wanted the guy in front of him to feel crushed by gravity. taste.

But he was pulled.

In other words, both parties were blocked.

Yuriko Suzuke stepped forward and patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder. The supernatural powers on the other party's body immediately diminished, and she obediently let her ravage her back and forth in the palm of her hand.

And that Gojo Satoru was also hugged by a black-haired girl and pulled back. The pretty girl with short hair stepped back and smiled apologetically at the two of them: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't tie it up before, I just laughed."

Although I don't know whether the opponent's strength is as strong as the rumors, but to a certain extent, the effort of the two of them can be regarded as preventing a war of the century.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's ability was suppressed, and he retreated quite aggrieved, but he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he remained silent angrily, and just stared at the other party viciously.

The white-haired man who was pulled was not to be outdone, his thin lips parted slightly, and he did not make a sound, but mouthed: "Small~short~son~"

Since leaving Yokohama, it was the first time in Nakahara Nakahara that he felt a sense of helplessness that would only be felt when facing Osamu Dazai.

He suddenly had a strange premonition that this guy and Osamu Dazai must be able to chat very well.

So, how could anyone be as annoying as that mackerel? !

Nakahara Zhongya had a stalk in his heart, and he almost didn't hold back. Fortunately, Suzuko Yuriko didn't let go of her hand.

"Why are you like a child?"

Then she lightly sized up the two people on the opposite side, lowered her head to Nakahara Chuya and said, "They are experts in spells."

Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College, referred to as Conjuration College.One of only two spell education institutions in the country.

But in some ways, it is not as simple as an educational institution.

The cradle of conjurers, the training ground for future elite forces, and also responsible for the appointment and support of characters, is a well-deserved important place in the conjuration world.

If they were really experts in conjuration, then the fact that the man claimed to be Gojo Satoru before would be a little more convincing.

Gojo Satoru broke free from Iamuri's hand, and stood on the side of the street, bowing down very decadently, but his eyes were as excited as seeing a prey.

"Don't disturb me talking to this young lady."

He stared at Yuriko Suzuko, with the corners of his mouth raised high: "Since it can make me tremble with excitement at the first glance, it means that you have very strong strength."

Yuriko Suzuke put down her crossed arms, looked at him flawlessly, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Of course."

After she finished speaking, she curled her lips rather viciously, and added slowly: "After all, I am,

"—the strongest."

"boom!--"

No one knows when Gojo Satoru made the move.

After a loud bang, the ground shook slightly, billowing smoke and dust.

The empty stall behind Yuriko Suzuke was completely rolled up, and she flew towards the back, hit the wall, and was instantly shattered.

Zhongyuan Zhong also hadn't had time to complain about the childish and second-year speech made by Lily of Bellaceae just now, but he was almost accidentally injured by this unexpected disaster.

He cursed inwardly, using gravity to stand up in the air, narrowly avoiding the underground battle, and even picked up Jia Ruzi, who was standing there stupidly, who was stunned and had no time to react.

Fortunately, her custom-made school uniform was not the most common miniskirt among female high school students. The specially designed long hakama for the convenience of fighting allowed her to avoid the risk of being naked at this time because of being suspended in the air.

"thanks……"

After being stunned for a while before realizing it, Jiajin Nitrozi thanked him first, then looked at the hazy dust below and spat: "Wu Tiao, is this guy sick?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded in agreement, and added in a very fair and objective way: "Two lunatics."

A lunatic who fights for the sole title of "the strongest".

In just a few moments, Gojo Satoru and Suzuke Yuriko didn't know how many rounds they fought.

Slash down, spin around, and attack again.

Technique, ability, and rebound.

It is rare for Suzuko Yuriko to have the feeling of meeting an opponent, and the same is true for Gojo Satoru.

For him, in the nearly 20 years of being "invincible", there has never been a moment more enjoyable than now.

You can use the abilities you know one by one at will, and you don't have to be afraid to limit your destructive power.

You can hit a deadly place without worrying about a series of troubles caused by the easy death of the other party.

None of these would exist.

——Because the opponent has the same ability to match.

However, Gojo Satoru, who has not yet penetrated the reversal technique, still has a long way to go to be the strongest, while the skills on the other side have already been fully developed, and his brain is now comparable to that of Suzuko Yuriko, who can calculate at the speed of hundreds of supercomputers. Obviously higher than one grade.

Gojo Satoru gradually fell into a disadvantage.

His body was stained involuntarily, and his movements gradually slowed down. On the other hand, Yuriko Suzuko, because of her reflexes, was clean on her body.

only……

Yuriko Suzuko put her hands on her knees, bent over and panted heavily.

She frowned slightly.

Sure enough, his physical strength is still not enough. Even if he has the most powerful ability, if his physical strength cannot keep up, it will be regarded as a fatal injury.

The two turned back another five or six times. In the end, this short and sudden battle ended with both of them having different injuries.

Seeing the turmoil subside, Zhongyuan Zhong also brought his house into the glass and landed on the ground. Only then did he notice that the scene of the busy city around him disappeared at some point, replaced by a pitch-black wall.

"This is a 'tent', which can be used to hide the abnormal situation we just had." Jiarui Zizi retreated politely, and then sighed with a headache: "I'm really glad that I acted quickly."

Looking at the ruins under the two of them, her heart was bleeding.

If there is no "account" for this, it will be a headline in the news tomorrow.

A supernatural phenomenon occurred in a certain street in Tokyo, and countless buildings collapsed...

"Wu Tiao Wu!" Jia Ruo Zi walked over and pulled the person lying on the ground up by the ears: "How long do you want to lose face?!"

She taught him a lesson ferociously, but her subordinates used the reversal technique non-stop to heal his injuries.

After everything was done, Jia Ruozi looked up at the opposite side, hesitated for a moment, and spread out his hand to the girl standing not far away: "Do you have anything that needs treatment?"

Yuriko Suzuke shook her head lightly: "Thank you, but I'm not hurt."

She was just a little bit out of strength, everything else was intact.

This understatement made Jia Ruozi extremely surprised.

not hurt?Didn't get hurt?

You must know that although Gojo Satoru is only a first-year freshman, his strength is evident. He is born with six eyes and a perfect spell. Even a super conjurer cannot escape in his hands.

And the thin girl in front of her, who looked like she would fall if the wind blows, was able to survive the fierce battle just now without any injuries.

What a terrifying ability this must be.

When did Tokyo have such a number one figure?

Jia Ruozi thought this way, and when he looked at the past again, his eyes were involuntarily filled with vigilance.

I just don't know if the other party is an enemy or a friend?

Seemingly seeing what the opposite party was thinking, Yuriko Suzuke casually looked up at her while resting on Nakahara Nakaya to share the weight and recover her strength.

"I have no intention of being an enemy of anyone."

She said: "Just hearing this guy... the surname of the Wutiao family makes me a little bit uncontrollable."

Gojo Satoru, who had been silent since the end of the fight, finally reacted, raised his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

Yuriko Suzuke thought of her plan almost instantly, so she said, "I came from xx Hotel earlier, and there seemed to be a gathering of many families there."

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words.

The other two involuntarily looked in the direction that Lily of the Suzuki was pointing, and then they were a little surprised.

"Where is—" Jia Ruozi hesitated slightly.

Gojo Satoru slightly narrowed his eyes, nodded with his expression unchanged: "Our mission location."

Ignoring the reactions of the two, Yuriko Suzuke continued: "The people there seem to want to use me for something. I haven't had time to find out. Because of some accidents, I managed to escape."

She patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder beside her: "This is the companion who helped me out."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Didn't you just come out after making a fuss?

The task they received temporarily was also caused by you.

Although he guessed the purpose of Lily of the Bell Branch, he still couldn't help but secretly discuss it.

"This... Miss,"

"Lily of the Bell family."

"Okay...Miss Lingke." Jia Ruozi raised his own doubts: "What I don't understand is, what does this have to do with the surname Wutiao?"

From the narration just now, it seems that she can't see what kind of hostility she should have towards the "Five Articles"?

At this time, Yuriko Suzuke slowly showed a sneer.

"Those who want to take the lead in using me,"

"—It's called Wutiao Qinghe."

In the interior of the hotel at the meeting place, the previous grandeur is long gone.

Complicated furnishings were scattered all over the floor, broken trays, seat cushions, and even half of the large chandelier on the top was destroyed. When escaping, you must pay attention to your feet so as not to fall on obstacles that appear from nowhere.

Countless curse spirits of various ugly shapes surged up, covering the sky in a cloudy sky, and the low howls of beasts kept coming and going. Fortunately, the people who were able to attend the party were all strong, and the Yusanjia alone brought a lot of them. Elite, there is no problem for a while.

But the main reason is that there are too many of them. As soon as one is scattered by an attack mixed with magic power, the next one will make up for it desperately. After coming and going, it always makes people feel that they have not destroyed anything. illusion.

After another round of exorcising the curse spirit, the people present had a short respite.

"Where did these curse spirits come out? There are so many."

"I feel like I can't finish the fight no matter what. Why are you chasing us?!"

Seeing that everyone was complaining, a person comforted him loudly: "Everyone hold on for a while, the Gaozhuan has received the news and will send someone over immediately."

In a relatively simple open space, Wu Tiao Qinghe watched the conjurers of the high school leaping on various broken walls to exorcise the curse spirit, and his face became more and more ugly.

The young man who had been standing aside bore his anger with a flustered face.

The old man was obviously really angry, and his chest heaved violently: "What's the matter with you, why did the people from the high school come here?!"

"I, I haven't had time to pay my account yet, it's too sudden," the young man said with a frustrated face, "There are too many curse spirits, there must be an alarm at the high school, and we can't hide it."

Facing the anger of the elders of the big family, he almost didn't cry: "Five, the head of the Wutiao family is coming soon, I believe it will be resolved soon..."

"He's an ass patriarch!" Wutiao Qinghe kicked the young man to the ground, his face full of resentment: "Wutiao Wu, and Wutiao Wu, it's just an extra six eyes, what's so strange!"

"No lower limit? I can do it too. If it weren't for Wujo Wu, I would be the well-deserved head of the family!"

He finally revealed his greedy nature, and only then did the young man realize that Wutiao Qinghe was willing to help him lure the magician killer because he wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of his patriarch and replace him.

Crazy, all crazy.

The young man vomited blood, and the place where he was kicked was throbbing with pain. He tremblingly turned over and crawled out. The wound rubbed against the ground, staining the fine fluff on the carpet red, and the pain was burning.

But he didn't realize it, all he wanted was to keep this lunatic who was blinded by power and jealousy behind him a little bit farther away.

Suddenly, the young man bumped into a person's leg, which was so hard that it hurt him a lot.

Before he could exclaim, he was grabbed by the collar and pulled up.He struggled feebly a few times, then raised his head and met a pair of blue eyes full of murderous intent.

The man with the scar at the corner of his mouth was drenched in blood, there were spells and human beings, he looked like a ghost crawling up from hell.

He heard a low and hoarse male voice with a sneer: "It's you, did you ask me to come here?"

Like the whisper of a demon.