The strongest he will never OOC

In the training ground of the high school, rows of century-old giant trees tower into the sky, encircling the vast field.

A slender shadow stirred up dust in the sky, and flew from the first half of the training ground to the second half. The red rope was flying in the air, and the black hair was completely scattered, wandering in the air like a snake of Medusa, given life.

It has been a long time since Hiroshi has fought such a hearty battle. The curse spirit he met before was very weak, and he swallowed it in two mouthfuls. The last time he fought with Gojo Wu in the temple was also because of the body swap. .

The bones of the curse spirit were completely stretched out, and the figure of a tall man in the distance was reflected in his dark pupils.

——wanted to completely overwhelm him, conquer him, bury him in his own secret lair under the sea, and then completely possess him.

Day's eyes exuded a strange brilliance, and his faint heartbeat throbbed in his chest with excitement, as if facing a beloved toy, and as if seeing a perfect enemy.

A circular deep pit with a diameter of 20 meters had already appeared under Gojo Satoru's feet, and only the place where the man was standing remained intact.

"Too bad, I'm going to be scolded to death by the night moth again." He scratched his hair angrily.

Thanks to these lively and lovely students, the annual maintenance cost of the training ground of the high school is ridiculously high. For this reason, Noctuma Zhengdao also deliberately prohibits the use of destructive and huge spells in the training ground...

Sand and soil splashed everywhere, and everyone covered their faces with their arms to prevent their eyes from being scratched by sharp small stones.

Gojo Satoru's no-lower-limit technique played a perfect role at this moment, he sighed, "Forget it, pay for it yourself."

Zenyuan Maki and Panda Goujuan had already stopped their practice. They stared at the fragile-looking figure in shock, their pupils trembled, and couldn't believe that the destructive power just came from him.

The mantra that was as strong as the black tide in the daytime has materialized, and there seems to be a bottomless black hole in his body, which continuously sends out energy. This is a mantra reserve that even Gojo Satoru cannot possess!

"Panda?" Chanyuan Maki was not very sensitive to the power of mantras, but still looked at the panda with doubts.

"This guy..." Panda rubbed his chin, and slowly came to a conclusion, "Although it's ridiculously strong, it doesn't seem to have any spells."

Curlythorn frowned, "Salmon?"

"Did you find out that the spell power just now is too pure." As a spell skeleton, the beast is born with a kind of sensitivity, "Unlike us, as a magician, the biggest difference from ordinary people is that the spell power of ordinary people can Because we can’t collect it and spread out, and we are born to generate a set of mana power circulation in the body, firmly restrain the flow of mana power, and use it to control the use of it through different innate techniques.”

"But I feel that the day is different." The panda hesitated, "It seems that the mantra in his body neither disperses nor circulates. If we compare us to a living water circulation system, the day is more like a reservoir. His Mana is completely illiquid."

"If there is no fluidity, he will not have the ability to run spells, just like stagnant water cannot make waves."

"Bingo!" Gojo Satoru gave the panda a thumbs up, "The analysis is in place, and I will reward you with a little red flower."

Panda is speechless: It's not a kid in kindergarten, who wants that thing!

The white-haired man raised his lips and yelled at the curse spirit a hundred meters away: "Day, Modo Modo, you haven't shown it at all—"

Before he finished speaking, the viscous spell power in the air instantly became several times stronger.

A black shadow shot at the man opposite with a relaxed expression like a bullet, and at the same time, the spell power in the palm was compressed tens of thousands of times, and it hit the man's chest almost solidly.

Gojo Satoru knew that his no lower limit was of no use to Hiro's body, but he didn't expect the mantra to improve his combat awareness so quickly, knowing that long-distance attacks couldn't penetrate, so he chose short-range attacks instead.

"Very smart." The man grinned happily, "It's a pity that the action is too slow."

"He" -

Gojo Satoru didn't have the self-awareness of being a teacher at all, and he was merciless in his strikes. A beam of red light exploded in the air, aiming at Hiroshi and rushing towards him.

The curse spirit immediately gathered the pitch-black magic power to block in front of him, forming a thick shield.But Gojo Satoru's combat power was too perverted, and the spell shield collapsed under the impact of "He", attacking Hiroshi directly——

Bang!

The boy flew hundreds of meters, and fell directly on the ancient wood on the edge of the training ground, and the strong mantra quickly enveloped his master's whole body.

There was no serious problem during the day, but the tree with a diameter of three or four meters behind him was directly broken, and the crown of the hundred-meter-high tree tilted, and slowly fell to the ground under the horrified eyes of everyone.

The whole high school shook.

Wujo Wutiao froze in place, and said in his heart that it was terrible, he used too much force, this ancient tree was carefully cared for by Noctua, and it was regarded as a treasure of high school, it is said that it is as old as Tianyuan...

As a result, the white-haired teacher ushered in the second scolding of the day. The difference was that the joint and several responsible person for the trouble was also dragged into Noctuid's office.

Standing next to Gojo Satoru, Hiruki raised his eyes and looked around without any sense of being punished.

"I remember that the manual for the training ground was pasted at the entrance, and it was clearly marked in red that you can't use destructive spells." Ye Mo Zhengdao's anger value was successfully filled by Gojo Satoru today, "Hi is a new student It’s understandable if you don’t know, but Gojo Satoru, as a teacher of a high school, why do you still violate the rules!”

It is rare to call his name directly, which means that he is really angry and can't restrain it.

"Has there ever been a time when you made me feel a little bit more at ease? From being your class teacher to being your boss, I have never been able to live a single day. The first thing I do every time I go to the office is to deal with your complaint information. Even if you If you can't change your habits, you should set an example for the students!"

Gojo Satoru lowered his head pretending to admit his mistake, and whispered secretly to Hiro, "You also think he is very verbose. I thought it was a characteristic of middle-aged people, but you can't imagine that he has been like this since ten years ago, like a husband. The cheating son was rebellious in adolescence and met the poor Obasan who hates his neighbors."

Zhou thought for a while, and found that the man's description was surprisingly appropriate, "Yeah."

"I can hear it!" Night Moth Zhengdao took a deep breath.

The white-haired man sighed regretfully, "I'm sorry, I'll be quieter next time."

"Is this the problem?!"

The principal of the college suppressed the burning anger in his heart, and decided that in order to live longer for himself, he should not bother with this disqualified teacher.

He threw a document to Wujo Wu, "Since you are so energetic, go and deal with the curse spirit incident here."

"What is this?" Gojo Satoru flipped through the file, "It's just a small incident that seems to have a curse spirit, something that a first-year student can handle, why ask me to do it."

"I asked you to take five classmates to do it." Ye Mozheng pointed to Zhou, "This is his first mission, and you, as his guardian, have this obligation."

"Oh." Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, "No, Ye Moth, you definitely have something to hide from me."

The middle-aged man paused, and raised his sunglasses, "Yes, this is the task assigned to him by the superiors. They are investigating the students you recommended."

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes under the blindfold, and suddenly laughed, "Okay, okay, I knew that group of rotten oranges would not have any good intentions. Those who dare to touch me, I will make them cry and regret."