Abnormal month

Chapter 341 It's not just Gojo Satoru who should not be provoked (6.3k)

"Hoohoo hahaha! I think I found the wrong place! There aren't enough people here! Burp~!"

Hiroi Kikuri said as she burped.

She smelled strongly of alcohol and filth all over her body.

This woman looked to be in her twenties. She was not bad in appearance, but the strong smell of alcohol on her body was like a ten-year-old drunkard. You could smell the pickled alcohol from a distance, making people afraid to approach her.

To put it bluntly, she looked like she had just crawled out of a cesspool, and everyone was afraid of her.

"No! This place is good, this place is good! It's much better than going to the downtown area!"

Goto Ichiri's thoughts were completely different from hers, and her face was full of tears of relief.

"If I go to that kind of place, I will definitely be killed!"

"Hahaha, who would kill you?"

Hiroi Kikuri was amused by her words and laughed so hard that she couldn't help holding her stomach.

"Being filled with atmosphere! I'm serious!"

Goto Ichiri hugged her whole body tightly. When she thought of that scene, she was as nervous as a passerby who was innocently involved in a murder scene.

When she was pulled out by this big sister to perform on the road at first, she thought she was going to the downtown area. If she really went to that kind of place for a road show, she would definitely twist and transform into a slug-like mollusk, and then weather like ashes in the desert.

The good thing is that they didn't go to the downtown area in the end. Although the area of ​​​​Okubo is prosperous enough, the accident two months ago has made it still like a pool of dead water. It is not as prosperous as before. Although there are many pedestrians coming and going, there are not many.

Speaking of which, it seems that Hongxia and the others once said that they were also involved in the accident here at that time?

When they talked about this, they always became hesitant. Goto Ichiri didn't dare to ask, and had no idea what happened here at that time.

"Oh! Someone is coming! Hurry up! Ichiri, hurry up and get ready to play!"

"So soon? Wait a minute, let me prepare a little more, at least give me a cardboard box!"

Goto Ichiri hung the guitar on his body in a hurry, and looked back and forth on both sides, trying to find a shelter to block himself.

But the place chosen by Hiroi Kikuri was really good, very empty, and at a glance it was an intersection with more people, and there was no shelter at all!

Before she came to her senses, the low bass sounded from the side, and Hiroi Kikuri had already started playing. The bass sound was amplified through the speakers, like the sound of drums on the battlefield, which made Hiroi Kikuri suddenly ignite.

Goto Ichiri also ignited.

But unlike Hiroi Kikuri's ignition, she was really ignited, as if there was fire burning all over her body, and she was burned to ashes in an instant.

As soon as the wind blew, she floated all over the sky.

"Damn it, I was so scared that I couldn't keep up with the beat at all!"

Goto Ichiri's face was full of tears.

The eyes of passers-by in the aisle were focused on her from time to time. Although they didn't care about their performance at all, she felt tortured by the countless eyes. Her heart was beating like a drum, and the fear was like a tide, making it impossible for her to concentrate on the performance.

"Teacher, this is...!"

Fushiguro Megumi looked at Goto Ichiri who was at a loss in the open space with a face full of shock.

"Hmm!"

Roy couldn't help but let out a heavy low moan.

"This kid is really amazing!"

What?

Amazing?

Who?

Goto Ichiri had closed her eyes in fear, but after hearing this sentence, she couldn't help but open them nervously.

She looked in the direction where the sound came from, and then met the eyes of two boys, one black-haired and one white-haired.

The eyes of the two looking at her were full of shock.

Especially the white-haired boy, who seemed to be infected by her performance, looked at her with a look of affirmation.

What kind of look was that?

It was a look that wanted to cheer her up loudly!

"Could it be that I am really amazing?"

Goto Ichiri felt that she had ascended to heaven all of a sudden, as if an angel kept whispering in her ear that you can do it, you are really amazing, you can do it.

"Oh oh oh oh! I can do it!"

As if she had taken stimulants, Goto Ichiri suddenly turned on the switch on her body, and her whole body seemed to be filled with energy, as if she would become a Super Saiyan in the next moment.

For a moment, the sound of the guitar became straight to the heart, arousing the emotions of passers-by, and their eyes were cast one after another.

Roy and Fushiguro Megumi, who were standing not far away, had no idea what Goto Ichiri had experienced in her own world.

The two were whispering in each other's ears.

"It's a cursed spirit! She almost created one by herself just now!"

"This child is a genius. If she becomes a sorcerer, she will definitely be a big name in the sorcery world!"

Fushiguro Megumi looked at Goto Ichiri with shock.

Even Roy looked at her with affirmation.

The two of them just saw very clearly that the negative cursed energy emanating from Goto Ichiri gradually formed a slug-like cursed spirit.

It was almost formed, and I don't know what kind of changes happened in her heart. The cursed spirit suddenly disappeared as if it was purified.

What a terrifying qualification!

"She must have quite a lot of spell power, and her output efficiency is also very high!"

"Maybe he is also very talented in reversal techniques!"

The two of them whispered to each other, casting admiring glances at Goto Ichiri from time to time.

In the world of spells, the power of spells is linked to negative emotions.

Of course, this does not mean that the stronger the negative emotions, the more powerful the spell will be.

In fact, the total amount of mantra power is fixed and basically belongs to nature. There is only so much mantra when you are born. However, the difference between people is extremely huge. Some people's mantra power is as vast as the vast ocean, and some people's mantra power is as weak as a pool of water.

However, the stronger the negative emotion, the more mantra power is mobilized per unit time. In other words, it is a matter of the output power of the mantra power. The stronger the negative emotion, the more mantra power is output.

But the total amount of magic power each person has is limited.

If you are a magician with a lot of magic power, the more magic power you output, the stronger your attack power will be, but if you have a very small magic power and you still output so much magic power, it will not be worth the gain. The spell will be used up quickly.

Moreover, the issue of efficiency in the utilization of mantra power must also be taken into consideration. Whether every bit of mantra power can be used without waste is a matter of opinion.

Therefore, every spellcaster must maintain a level of negative emotions that suits him or her when fighting.

This is related to the output efficiency and endurance of the mantra, etc., and is crucial basic knowledge.

But there is no doubt that the person with more total spell power and stronger output of spell power will inevitably be stronger as a magician.

Ichisato Goto falls into this category.

Unknowingly, as if he heard the two people's admiration, Goto Ichiri's momentum became more and more powerful, and the sound of his guitar was so powerful that it suddenly caught the ears of passers-by.

Even her fellow musicians cast a shocked look at her.

What?

You ask Roy and Megumi Fushiguro, how do Ichiri Goto play the guitar?

The two said that they are both tone-deaf and do not understand the quality of the guitar at all.

Their understanding of music is limited to whether it sounds good or not.

"Um?"

When the performance came to an end, Roy suddenly let out a light sigh, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Megumi Fushiguro noticed the change in his expression and looked towards him.

"What's the matter, teacher?"

"It seems that there are uninvited guests, which really surprises me. It seems that my reputation is not as bluffing as Gojo Satoru... It's okay, I'll take care of it."

With that said, Roy retreated lightly and left the open space without anyone noticing.

uninvited guest?

Fushiguro Megumi's expression tightened.

Is there any unscrupulous person approaching here?

Could it be possible that he is targeting Knotweed and the others?

Fushiguro Megumi immediately turned around and quickly chased in the direction where Kojue and Kugizaki had left.

"Um...please wait a moment!"

At this time, a voice that was so nervous that it almost deformed suddenly came from behind.

Fushiguro Megumi paused. Although he felt that nothing happened to him, he still looked behind him.

Behind him, I saw the pink-haired girl who just played the guitar, holding two crude tickets printed in some third-rate factory, walking over cautiously.

…………

“It’s so relaxing!”

In the alley, Hiroyuki Hiroyuki looked at the rune dagger in his hand, with a relaxed smile on his face.

In front of him was a gecko-like curse spirit with a hole in its abdomen. It was only as strong as a level three curse spirit at best. After he found it, he got rid of it easily and happily.

Could it be that he is actually quite powerful?

"The teacher said he wanted to test our abilities, but he didn't show up at all!"

Hiroyuki Kizane looked around, but he didn't see the teacher who said he wanted to test their skills, complaining like this.

I really don’t understand whether that teacher is reliable or unreliable.

"Anyway, if you still have time, let's go shopping!"

I heard that there have been a lot of curse spirits here recently.

Although they are all weak third-level spell spirits, which are nothing to spell masters like them, if ordinary people encounter them, it will be tantamount to a disaster.

"One more cursed spirit can be eliminated, and one less disaster will be avoided!"

With this thought in mind, Hishito the Japanese knotweed continued to spin in the alley.

Above his head, a black bird was following him step by step, as if watching him.

That's Roy's familiar.

He was using this familiar to control the situation of Hisato Hisashi and Rose Kugizaki, and at the same time, he could clearly see the battle scene between the two of them.

"That boy over there!"

Knotweed Hisahito suddenly stopped.

At the corner of the alley ahead, an old man was kneeling on the ground, slapping his lower back with a face full of pain. After seeing the figure of Hisuhito, he immediately cast a surprised look.

"Can you help me? I accidentally slipped my waist just now. It hurts so much now that I can't stand up at all. If you are willing to help me go to the hospital, I will give your school a medal!"

The old man's face was full of eagerness.

Secretly, his hand, which was hidden from the sight of Hiroyuki Kizumi, held a dagger in his arms.

"Looking at the stupid look on his face, I will definitely be fooled. As soon as he gets close, I will sneak attack him and make him incapacitated! Before that, I can't let him see any flaws. I have to be careful and can't use magic..."

Once the magic power begins to flow, it cannot be hidden from the eyes of a first-class magician.

When a powerful magician fights, he can easily surpass the limits of the naked eye.

But even so, the magicians can still capture the opponent's actions. That is because first-rate magicians can sense the opponent's movements through the flow of the opponent's spell power, and only third-rate magicians can use their eyes to capture their opponents.

For a sneak attack, the less the spell power is, the more concealed the flow will be, and the better the effect will be!

Knotweed Hisahito looked at the old man lying on the ground, his face glazed over for a moment.

"...Are you taking me for a fool?"

"What? Why can you see through it?!"

"Stop looking down on others! Look at the muscles on your body, do they look like they can reach your waist? And this is deep in the alley, any old man will come here for a walk! You idiot!"

Knotweed Hisahito felt that his IQ had been underestimated, so he pointed at the opponent's nose and cursed.

"Tch, I didn't expect that you look so stupid, but you actually have some brains!"

The old man stood up from the ground with a look of reluctance.

He was very short, probably only over 1.6 meters, not even 1.7 meters.

But his whole body is full of bulging muscles, just like the champion of a bodybuilding competition. The well-defined muscles squeeze the white T-shirt and black shorts so tightly that he clings to his body like a tights, almost jumping out of them. Come out the same.

Although he looked to be only about 50 or 60 years old, with only a handful of hair left on his head, the feeling of oppression emanating from his whole body was undeniable.

After being seen through, the murderous intent on his body was not hidden at all. It was unknown how many people had been tortured and killed, and the murderous intent full of bloody smell came towards him like a pool of blood.

Hisuhito's scalp felt numb and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The impact of murderous intent made his whole body tremble violently, and even his body's senses became much dulled.

"This murderous intent is very shocking. How many people has this guy killed?"

There was a turmoil in the heart of Knotweed Hisahito.

For a moment, the old man even gave him the illusion that he might be stronger than Mr. Roy.

But he reacted quickly.

Teacher Roy was not at a disadvantage in the face of the legendary King of Curses. He was also able to blast the opponent head-on against three special-level curse spirits. His strength was far beyond what this kind of roadside killer could match.

It's just that this man has a strong murderous aura and is even more frightening in terms of momentum.

In contrast, Teacher Roy's aura is much calmer, and it feels like a vast ocean, seemingly calm, but even more unfathomable.

Shake the full bottle and shake the half bottle, that's probably what it feels like.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Hisuhito took a deep breath. He had faced the pressure brought by the curse spirit before, and he experienced the whole battle between Su Nuo and Roy from the perspective of the person involved.

He quickly calmed down, regained control of his body, tightened his muscles, clenched the short knife in his hand, and looked at the muscular old man opposite him with vigilance.

"Wouldn't it be miserable for me if I told you my name and then your special teacher knew it?"

The muscular old man took out the knife in his arms and raised a fearless smile on his face.

"But it's a pity that your teacher doesn't seem to care much about you students. Thanks to this, I quickly found an opportunity. I just need to knock you unconscious and take you away before he notices it. Complete the mission and earn a large bounty, so you won’t need to open a business in the next year!”

The moment the words fell.

The muscular old man kicked off the ground with astonishing jumping power, and the spell wrapped his whole body. His whole body rushed out like a sharp arrow, and the knife in his hand stabbed straight into the abdomen of Hisuhito Knotweed!

"So fast! My eyes can barely see!"

Knotweed Hisahito was shocked.

He originally thought that his body was powerful and he could be among the best among spellcasters. His record of instantly killing level 3 spell spirits just now made him proud.

In the end, could the conjurer move at such a speed casually?

Excluding monsters like Mr. Roy and Liangmian Sunuo, Fushihei's speed is obviously very slow!

He bent over as hard as he could, and while his feet instinctively retreated, his lumbar spine also bent backwards as hard as he could.

"Tsk!"

Only a crisp tearing sound was heard.

There was a half-foot-long gash in the abdomen of Hirohito's uniform, and the hem of his clothes was hanging there, and his abdominal muscles under the clothes could even be seen through the holes.

"It was so dangerous! My stomach was almost cut open!"

Drops of cold sweat flowed down the face of Knotweed Hisahito.

If he had reacted slower just now, would he have had his abdomen cut open and gone to Santu River to meet his grandfather?

"You can actually avoid it?"

The muscular old man couldn't help but be startled when he saw that the knife failed to damage the knotweed.

He not only used his physical strength, but also strengthened his body with magic power. He basically didn't hold anything back. How could he not take down a rookie who had just entered the first year of a high school for two days with one blow?

"It's just good luck!"

The muscular old man's heart was filled with anger, and he once again charged forward with the power of the curse!

He made up his mind that even if the Japanese knotweed Hishito had other uses and could not be killed for the time being, he would stab his abdomen with the knife, violently stir it in his intestines seven or eight times, and torture him until he made a pleasant moan. The screams stopped.

There is no special reason, just to please myself!

"It's bad this time!"

Seeing the muscular old man rushing in like a wild boar again, Hishihito gritted his teeth and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.

He doesn't know how to use spells yet, nor can he see through his opponent's actions by sensing his opponent's spells. He can only rely on his naturally powerful body to fight. This way he cannot defeat a seasoned spellcaster without getting hurt. If he dodges a move, he's just lucky - but he doesn't have to be unscathed!

The path of the conjurer is a path full of thorns.

Since sooner or later you will be scratched with blood by thorns, you might as well start with yourself!

There was a stern look in the eyes of Knotweed Youren.

He gave up evading, opened his arms actively, and faced the muscular old man.

He plans to trade injury for injury!

Although I don’t know if I can do it, that’s something I’ll have to think about later. For now, I just want to think about defeating my opponent!

The muscular old man's eyes were full of sarcasm. This kid didn't even know how to use spells. Do you think you could counter him by exchanging injuries for injuries? How naive!

He didn't care at all about this weak resistance, and stabbed Hisashi Higurashi's abdomen mercilessly with his knife.

"Old man, who do you think doesn't care about his students?"

The moment before the knife was about to hit Hisuhito the Japanese knotweed.

A fist was inserted sideways and hit the muscular old man's abdomen.

"boom!"

The ferocious impact made the muscular old man curl up like a shrimp.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body flew out like a missile, smashed into the depths of the alley, and bounced off the wall several times before stopping, sending rocks flying across the alley in front of him. .

"teacher!"

Knotweed Hisahito was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. He looked at the white-haired boy who had appeared in front of him with surprise on his face.

"It turns out you are really watching us. I thought you just let us go and fish for yourself!"

"Hahaha, I will correct your thoughts later!"

Roy glanced at Yujin Knotweed with a smile.

Then he turned his head and looked deep into the alley, in the direction in which the muscular old man flew out.

"Teacher, who is that person?"

"I'm afraid it's the Curse Master..."

Roy looked at the direction in which the muscular old man flew out, his eyes almost narrowed into a line.

"Not all spellcasters are willing to risk their lives to fight to protect ordinary people. Some spellcasters choose to return to a peaceful life, but some are unwilling to obey the rules of peace and use the power of spells to do whatever they want. Those evil spellcasters who seek to satisfy their own selfish desires are called cursers."

As long as you give money, you will use a spell to kill others.

As long as it pleases oneself, one can kill without restraint.

If cruel killing can make them feel happy, then they will kill the weak without any scruples.

Originally, spellcasters were people who used negative emotions to fight, and they had some crazy attributes in their personalities. Even a newcomer like Hisato Hisahito dared to offend the cursed spirit in the first battle, and he was so angry in the second battle. Dare to trade injury for injury.

When such spellcasters take an evil path and become cursers, most of them will become mentally ill.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Roy looked at the muscular old man standing deep in the alley and asked coldly.

"Yourito is a newcomer in the world of magic. He shouldn't offend anyone. You captured him alive, or rather, the people behind you captured him alive, probably to deal with me."

"Oh haha, can you leave alive if you tell me?"

The muscular old man stood up and dusted himself off.

He looked down at his body. After seeing that his whole body was unscathed, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his chin slightly, and raised a proud smile on his face.

"If you say so, I can give you a painless death."

Roy looked at him with a sneer look like "are you kidding me?" His eyes were as cold as looking at a corpse.

"Facing other special-level magicians, I'm actually quite unsure, especially a guy like Gojo Satoru."

A disinterested smile appeared on the muscular old man's face, and the corners of his mouth widened.

After receiving the punch just now, his confidence in himself was unprecedentedly high.

"But you are different. I have seen your fighting videos. They are basically based on hand-to-hand combat, right? Then, my technique is your worst opponent. I will not lose! Why don't you let me become the third killer? One person?"

The muscular old man spread his legs, his muscles all over his body were tense, his momentum was concentrated, and his eyes were locked on Roy like a hunting lion.

From his face, you can clearly see something called "ambition".

"Hahahaha, you guys really looked down upon me!"

When Roy heard this, he covered his face as if he couldn't hold back, and laughed full of contempt.

"Sure enough, I still need to teach you guys a lesson, let you know that the only person you can never offend is Gojo Satoru - Jutsu? That kind of thing has no meaning in front of me!"

The words just fell.

The color in Roy's eyes changed.

The average order has been increased to 1,400, and I owe another chapter, totaling four chapters.