It's a power, not a spell

"The best is me, Zhongyuan, Zhongye..."

Aiba Saori twisted her neck and looked over, her voice was rough like a girl's, "Nakaya-kun, I belong to me alone, Hayano-kun, Tian-kun... everyone should like me..."

Matsushita Haru was dumbfounded.

"It should be some kind of means to amplify the emotions in my heart, Qing, stay behind me." Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

"Central Plains Chuya...go to death!"

"Mr. Zhongye...Mr. Zhongye!"

The two rushed over screaming, waving their movements without any rules, and were kicked out by Nakahara at will. They hit the handrail of the stairs and made a teeth-piercing sound, and they lowered their heads and did not move.

Matsushita Haru emerged from behind him, "It's that simple...?"

Suddenly I am no longer afraid.

Hiding behind the red-haired boy, he felt a wonderful sense of security in his heart, obviously the other party's back was not broad.

"Not yet." Nakahara Zhongya held his schoolbag in one hand and put the other in his pocket, looking up at the ceiling shrouded in darkness.

"Hey, come out."

"Out, come out? Why, what come out, don't scare me in the middle ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Matsushita Haru saw the strange creature that suddenly appeared in the darkness, or whether it was a creature or not, he fell back in horror, and was grabbed by the collar of Nakahara Chuya, so he didn't roll down the stairs.

That thing had three heads and six arms, its skin was dark red as if it had been peeled off, each head had eyes of different sizes crowded together, its teeth were turned outwards, and it made a terrifying 'clack' sound when rubbing against it.

It fell from the ceiling, its six arms grasped the handrail of the stairs like a spider, and squatted on it.

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

"It's just... unsightly." I would never want to see this kind of appearance again in this life.

"Chuya, Chuya, what are you going to do... let's run quickly!" Haru Matsushita looked at the boy with one hand in his pocket stepping up the stairs step by step in fear.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced back, bent down and grabbed the two unconscious people under the armrest, and threw them together with the schoolbags in their hands to Matsushita Haru. He looked at the monster again, and said in a casual tone: "You look after them, stay Stay there."

Now I understand, it turned out that he followed me because of this reason.

The boy in a simple school uniform had his hands in his pockets, and the wind blowing from nowhere lifted his clothes. His cobalt blue eyes, which were as bright as the sky in the past, were now as cold as blades, and the corners of the boy's mouth grinned slightly. Smiling excitedly, he tilted his neck slightly towards the monster, "You can move around after a long time, don't let me down!"

For Matsushita Haru, it was an instant.

The boy's figure was blurred for a moment, and there seemed to be another dark red light flashing past.But his clothes and hair floating in the air, and the cracked concrete steps under his feet showed that it was not his own illusion, and at the same time——

As if hit by a speeding truck, the monster's body was bent into a strange arc and embedded heavily into the opposite wall, with spider web-like cracks spreading inch by inch.

"..." Matsushita Haru opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound as if it was blocked by something.

"Split|body, tsk."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around quickly, "Hey, Qing! Lower your head!"

Matsushita Haru subconsciously followed suit, and the next moment he felt the strong wind blowing over his head, the figure of Nakahara Chuya gradually disappeared in front of him.

That is the afterimage caused by the excessive speed.

Subconsciously thinking of the setting in the manga, Matsushita Haru turned her head inch by inch with her stiff neck.

The oncoming unknown thing made him close his eyes subconsciously, let go of the flashlight he was holding, and waited anxiously without any feeling of being hit, then opened his eyes carefully, and what he saw was Nakahara Nakaya's white and slender fingers , and then saw the dark red liquid dripping from the opponent's hand.

It was the blood splashed from the broken body of the monster avatar who appeared again.

The entire stairwell was filled with a pungent bloody smell, and dark red liquid spread all over.

Matsushita Haru's already pale face became even uglier.

Nakahara also realized that ordinary people can't accept this kind of scene, and this monster always intends to sneak attack Matsushita Haru and others when he is not prepared, so he took out his clean hand in his pocket and picked up his schoolbag.

"Catch those two."

The dark red ability engulfed the four of them and flew towards the moonlit window, and finally left the old school building after kicking it open.

"Zhong, Zhongya..." Before she had time to be surprised by her situation, Matsushita Haru pointed in a certain direction with trembling fingers.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head to look, just in time to meet the eyes that were shining with a strange red light.

A monster similar to the previous one squatted on the roof of the old school building, and the pupils on its three heads stared at Chuya Nakahara.

"Giggle cluck!"

Compared with the previous avatar, this one is obviously more vivid.

"This is what it looks like!"

Nakahara also threw the schoolbag into Matsushita Haru's arms, and gently pushed him far away.

"You take them out of here first, don't look back."

Even if he said that, Matsushita Haru still looked back——

The boy covered in red light floated in the air.

The clouds were churning, the night wind was bitter, and the whining sound of the wind passing through the large hole in the school building spread along the air, but his slightly long hair hung gently on the side of his face, and the hem of his clothes did not fluctuate at all.

The moonlight cast a heavy shadow on his face, but his cobalt blue eyes shone fiercely, with the excitement and eagerness of a beast that had been dormant for a long time, finally waiting for its prey.

The dark red light is like the dried blood on the Death Scythe, chilling the bottom of my heart for no reason.

With just one glance, this dangerous and coquettish scene was deeply engraved in Matsushita Haru's heart.

Those inhuman pupils—a beast showing its fangs under the moon.

----

The moonlight under the night, at a certain moment, dimmed once, like a dark veil.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, and he instantly sensed the breath of humans nearby.

Will it be the enemy...?

……

Just like its name, Qingteng Middle School is dominated by turquoise tones.

The school is not too big.

Gojo Satoru stood in front of the school gate and looked up. In the blink of an eye, he came to the other side of the locked door. He walked slowly towards the direction of the old school building.

The time from the appearance of the curse to the present is enough for those children to die more than ten times. No matter how fast he is, it is impossible to save them. If this is the case, why worry?

The "tent" that only allows conjurers to enter has been put down, ensuring that the battle here will never be known to ordinary people.

They will only marvel at the sudden destruction of the building tomorrow.

The white-haired young man quickly came to the "tent", he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared behind the black barrier.

Unsurprisingly, the scene inside was severely damaged.

He raised his head slightly, and looked at the boy squatting on the half-collapsed dormitory floor through the bandage, let's call him a boy.

Because it looks like a student.

"You guy, are you the new special class?"

Judging from the clean and tidy appearance of the other party, he is just an ordinary person.But the filthy power on it that can be felt from a long distance completely exposed its identity.

The ochre-haired boy put his hands in his pockets and looked down, "Huh?"

"Let's make it quick, I'm anxious to go back to sleep." Gojo Satoru smiled frivolously.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhong Yuanzhong was also quite interested: "You mean, you want to fight with me?"

"Can you talk...? Interesting."

Gojo Satoru raised his arm, his black long sleeves were pulled up slightly, revealing a part of his white wrist, and he stretched out his finger to tick Nakahara, "I hope you won't make me feel too boring, although it's impossible. big."

"Huh? Are you kidding?" Nakahara stood up with both legs, looked down at this arrogant guy condescendingly, and raised a sneer, "It's you, who speaks so arrogantly, don't cry and beg me to stop for a while. !"

"Hmm..." Wujo Wu tilted his head, feeling that this sentence seems a bit ambiguous, but after all, the other party is a curse, so it's better not to ask it to have common sense.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a step forward and fell, accelerated by gravity to an extremely terrifying speed and fell straight in the direction of Gojo Satoru, the screaming sound of breaking through the air was far behind him.

There was a loud noise, followed by a jaw-dropping roar.

The ground was sunken downwards centered on the boy with red hair, and the cracks in the spider web on the concrete floor spread inch by inch.

The dust swept from bottom to top and was blown away by the strong wind.

As for the man who looked like the destruction of the world, one leg was slightly bent, and the other leg was standing straight on the ground. His hands in the pockets of his school uniform did not move at all, and flying dust hovered around him like fear, white and clean. The school uniform jacket is still clean and free from dust.

"Eh? It's powerful."

Zhong Yuanzhong also tilted his head, the white-haired youth reflected in the cobalt blue eyes that were so penetrating under the moonlight that humans could not have.

high speed?

No, it is by no means that simple.

Squinting his eyes lightly, Zhong Yuanzhong also denied it.

"This is your ability?"

"The feeling is very sharp. You are the first curse I have encountered so quickly. It is too wronged to classify you as a special class."

curse?

Keeping the unfamiliar term in mind, the bent legs were put down, the center of gravity was lowered, the thin figure pierced the air like a bullet, turned and kicked.

The person whose head was about to be kicked off did not have the slightest sense of crisis, and kept standing casually without moving.

The powerful kick stopped not far from his ear.

No, strictly speaking, it is not stagnation. The distance between the two is still approaching, but it is getting slower and slower.

Infinitely close, but never reachable.

Gojo Satoru had a smile on his lips, "My ability, in simple terms, is an infinite series—do you know this? It doesn't matter if you don't know. What I want to say..."

He raised one hand, easily crossed the infinity that blocked Zhongya from the Central Plains, and held the other's slender and bony ankle, "That's it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes, and his comprehension ability is not bad, he immediately understood the meaning of Wujowu. The so-called infinite series, the effect of the closer the speed, the slower the speed is only effective for things other than my Wujowu, and he himself can Easy to get close to other people, unlimited but will not fail.

This seems to be an unsolvable existence.

But his Wujowu is not a god after all, or even a god has limits, let alone a human being.

Nakahara Chuya’s ability is gravity. When mentioning gravity, the first thing people who have studied physics think of is probably the acceleration of gravity. The acceleration of gravity on the earth is 98 meters per square second, while that of Jupiter is 2479 meters per second. That is to say, The greater the gravity, the greater the acceleration, and the faster the speed.

This is contrary to Wujo Wu's ability. One speeds up and the other slows down. Which side can win depends on one's own strength.

The ochre-haired boy let out a maniacal laugh, and in an instant the output value of the power increased ten times, reaching an extremely terrifying point.

Gojo Satoru reacted very quickly, put away his idle posture, and tilted his head violently to the other side.The leg he held in his hand smashed through infinity, brushed past his ear,

Gojo Satoru smacked his lips, inserted a finger into the gap between the bandage and the skin, hooked the cloth and removed it.

The white hair is scattered, and the eyes hidden under the cloth are a lighter ice blue than that of Zhongyuan Zhongye, and the white feather-like eyelashes are long and slender.

From the perspective of normal human aesthetics, this guy is undoubtedly a very handsome type.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his chin, a little surprised, "So you are not blind?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

He was a completely different person when he put the bandage on and when he took it off.

Humans have always been visual animals.

The other party's sloppy look and the wrapped bandages reminded Nakahara of his unlucky partner, which made him angry and wanted to hit someone, but he didn't feel that way about the current Gojo Satoru.

The activities have also been carried out. If you really let go of your hands and feet, this school will be gone.It is better to stop when enough is enough.

Zhong Yuanzhong also relaxed his muscles, and his murderous aura was gone.Realizing that the previous sentence could easily be misunderstood as a sarcasm, he added another sentence, "It's nice to take off the bandage."

Gojo Satoru opened the corner of his mouth, "Huh? What are you kidding?"

"No, I mean it."