Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

No wonder this Middle Eastern boss is so unhappy.

All the special forces from various countries and regions took action, but the Japanese side stood still.

Considering that Japan's special level is basically Gojo Satoru's obedient attitude, it's obvious whose idea it is.

For a moment, the top players from all over the world even suspected that this was a game that would wipe out all the magicians from all over the world, leaving only Japan alone.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru did not continue to ignore the afternoon and spoke, although the words were not pleasant at all.

"Just looking? No, which eye of yours saw that I was just looking?"

The special ones outside of Japan are all veritable bosses and giants of the party. Their determination is definitely not bad, and they are still aroused by Gojo Satoru.

You bastard doesn't care if you don't take action, you're still disgusting.

Before they could curse, Gojo Satoru said again: "Oh, I understand, your level is too low to see... I can't help it, so I'll make it a little more obvious so that you can see clearly."

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru drank the non-alcoholic and high-sugar drink in the cup in one gulp, stood up from the recliner, raised his left hand, and pointed seemingly casually.

There was a loud bang.

Gojo Satoru raised his head diagonally, and on the center line diagonally below Gardevoir's eyelids, a "lake" visible to the naked eye appeared inexplicably.

The surface of the lake seemed thin, but it was twisting crazily, making a loud noise. The umbrellas, terraces, seats and other objects below were blown to pieces by the "lake surface", and were shattered extremely thoroughly.

The people present were all standing on the top of the Magic Mountain, the top group. Naturally, they could see that this was not a show by Gojo Satoru alone, making a fool of himself, but that there were really two invisible giants that were constantly colliding and colliding. It has reached the point where it affects the stability of space.

It was only then that these big guys truly realized that Akari was not defenseless against Gojo Satoru, but had already sent the strongest to contain him.

The even more shocking fact is the limits of Gardevoir and Gojo Satoru.

The reason for not continuing to improve is because further promotion will affect other people on the ship.

And this level of collision is unbearable even for them as special-level ones, because it is too strong.

Not only is it strong, but it also has a large range, leaving no room for intervention.

"Is this still a special grade?" the younger Indian special grade murmured in curry-flavored English.

"Special level? If I were a special level in your eyes, I would no longer be one."

Gojo Satoru's figure slowly rose up, staring at a group of well frogs below.

"I have long said that the rating standards in the magic world should be changed. You are special level because you have reached special level. I am special level because the highest level is special level."

"Then why do you say the special ones are qualified to stay?" someone said angrily. Since the gap is so big, there is no point in keeping us here.

"I'm qualified to be a spectator." Gojo Satoru replied with a smile, "You guys shouldn't be shocked to death by the aftermath, and I'll let you see what a real peak showdown is - if you don't believe it, Gardevoir, let's fly A little higher, Ali, is five minutes enough to watch you perform?"

"One minute is too much. Who are you looking down on?" Mingli said with the same smile, "I'm not a super-class a long time ago. It's not like you don't know."

"Eh? Don't be like this. At least give me three minutes to give some pointers to the students. Is this the final teaching? I'll still keep your student status and teaching assistant for you."

"Okay." Ming thought for a moment and nodded.

Zhenyi's research has yielded some results recently. Not to mention, Jiujiu Youji has a really good eye for selecting people, and Zhenyi is very talented in scientific research.

"Xiaosha, start the timer."

"Wait." Gojo Satoru raised his hand to interrupt.

"What are you doing again?" Mingli was impatient.

"While the special-level ones are all here, let's just decide on a level above the special-level ones. What do you think it should be called?"

"Is it necessary? The conjurer will soon be history."

"This hasn't become history yet, let's come up with a name." Gojo Satoru said softly.

Seeing him like this, Mingli knew that there was nothing he could do if he didn't give an answer, so he had to deal with it:

"The Latin department is easy to handle. Our 1, 2 and 3 correspond to their ABC, and the special grade corresponds to S. The top one is EX. It's impossible to measure. They don't know how strong we are anyway."

"Indeed." Gojo Satoru continued to prick his heart to the end, "What about our side?"

"Special one, special two?"

"Too perfunctory."

"Then the Saint. The one with the strongest swordsmanship is called the Sword Saint, and the one with the strongest spell is called the Curse Saint."

"It still feels a bit stale."

"It's better than being a craftsman." That can only be used in Japan. Flower growers and other places don't accept this method.

"Uh...that makes sense. Let's curse the saint. Then let's curse the saint. The three-minute timer starts, 180, 179——"

While counting the seconds, Gojo Satoru stretched rapidly.

Gardevoir glanced at Mingli and followed him after receiving his reassuring look.

Then, Mingli changed the posture of small-scale movements, greatly relaxed her body, and exhaled: "Let's go together, say more in three minutes, say less."

The six specials who had suffered losses hesitated for a moment, but the specials of Tokyo School did not. They had long been accustomed to listening to Akari's orders and accepting his guidance. They should not be too familiar with it.

Otoko Uta took the lead and was the best in the world - after the alliance was formed, the final conclusion could finally be made - the spell power was like a landslide and a tsunami, and he was struck with a single blow by the special black sword handed back to the high school by Zen Yuan Maki.

Mingli's response is still a hit, with precision and stability comparable to the legendary "finger of intelligence".

The black knife, which is said to be endless, did not even touch Mingli's skin and was forced to stop. Mingli was still not satisfied: "You haven't had enough to eat. You are worse than that Middle Eastern uncle."

The two people named were both embarrassed.

The Middle Eastern super has been immersed in sword skills since he was a child, and most of his combat system is based on swords. How long has Yigu Youtai been practicing?

Which one who can reach the special level is not a genius among geniuses? How can it be so easy to be surpassed?

However, what Yiguyoutai relies on is not the sword, but the "replication" of the gifted "Yuandian" level spell. The sword is just a convenient medium.

After Mingli finished scolding, he felt something different and commented: "Your understanding of change has surpassed that of a real person."

What is attached to the knife is "Inaction Transformation", which can be used through the cursed object, which shows the rapid improvement of Otoko Yuta.

"It's still useless to you." Yigu Youtai felt regretful.

"Then what else do you have to keep? Use all the copied spells and call out the elves. It's the same for everyone else. Don't worry, I can handle it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three elf balls around Yigu Youtai's waist opened one after another.

Dali Shancresselia, Xiaoli Xiangmeng Demon, and the huge quasi-god Bankiras all appeared.