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“——————!”

The two didn’t know what happened.

They only remembered seeing the other person reach out and hold the hilt of the sword, and then… they lost consciousness.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves lying on the cold ground, and Duanmu Huai was still standing there, looking at them speechlessly.

“No way, that’s it? Is that all you can do? I haven’t even used my strength yet? You fell down?”

“What… did you do?”

Chanyuan Zhenyi stood up with his forehead pressed, staring at Duanmu Huai warily, while the latter shook his head speechlessly.

“I haven’t done anything yet. Hey, I knew you were weak, but I didn’t expect you to be so weak. I’m not interested anymore.”

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai reached into his arms, took out a business card and threw it over.

"If you need anything from me in the future, you can call me on this number. Don't do this kind of tricks again. If I catch you again, it won't be so easy to get away with it."

Zhenyuan Zhenyi subconsciously took the business card and raised his head to say something, but at this moment, Duanmu Huai had completely disappeared in front of them.

No.

Duanmu Huai was very disappointed when he returned to the hotel.

I wanted to see what these so-called sorcerers were capable of, but they turned out to be just a group of psychics. Of course, as far as psychics are concerned, these people are just LOTA-level psychics, who need to be managed by the Tribunal and the Star Language Hall. But in Duanmu Huai's opinion, they are basically a group of weak chickens.

From this point of view, the strongest in this so-called sorcerer organization should be ZETA-level psychics... Well, it's not very useful.

But since they are operating in this world, it would be nice to use their system, just like Duanmu Huai cooperated with the Demon Slayer Corps in the previous era.

The premise is that these people know how to listen.

After that, the group of sorcerers never came to make trouble again, and Duanmu Huai successfully finished the rest of the scenes and then returned home. After all, he didn't have many shots, so Duanmu Huai asked the director to finish his part first---well, as an investor, he still had some power.

Director Shimizu also knew that Duanmu Huai was lazy to death, so he simply followed his wishes and let him leave after Duanmu Huai finished filming his scenes.

Well, it was a good thing for Duanmu Huai to finish before the New Year.

As for the life and death of others---it was none of Duanmu Huai's business.

And a week after Duanmu Huai returned to school, a strange call came to his mobile phone.

"Hello, hello, is this Xiao Ai classmate?"

The voice from the other side was a man who sounded quite frivolous and leisurely.

"I am Gojo Satoru from Tokyo Jujutsu High School. If you don't mind, can you come out and meet me?"

There are also in Tokyo... Although it's not strange.

"No problem, tell me a time."

Although Duanmu Huai felt that this sorcerer organization was useless, but... there was still some time before the movie was released, so let's see what fun they could bring to us first.

Soon, on Saturday morning, Duanmu Huai came to the location of the so-called Tokyo Higher School of Spellcraft.

"This place is not bad, with mountains and rivers, deep mountains and old forests, and quite quiet."

Standing at the gate, looking at the deep mountain scenery in front of him, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh. Then, he turned his head and glanced at the man in front of him. The latter looked to be in his twenties, with white hair and a black eye mask, and looked unruly.

"Are you Gojo Satoru?"

"Yes, I am Gojo Satoru, welcome to Tokyo Higher School of Spellcraft."

The man named Gojo Satoru made a funny welcome gesture.

"Actually, I'm also a fan of yours. If you don't mind, I wonder if I can ask you for an autograph later?"

"Of course no problem... So what about now?"

"Anyway, let's go see the principal first."

"See the principal? I'm not here to study."

Duanmu Huai has no interest in transferring.

"I know, but... the old man above seems to have some opinions about you. In simple terms, he hopes that we can be a mouthpiece to communicate between the two sides."

"I see, a game of passing the message?"

Duanmu Huai is not unable to understand Gojo Satoru's statement. For the world of sorcerers, he is equivalent to running out suddenly. If he were an ordinary person, he might be taken away and questioned directly by them. But Duanmu Huai's social status and reputation are here. He is not the kind of ordinary person who can disappear casually without anyone caring, and the high-level officials of the sorcerer organization can't really lose face and talk to him face to face.

After all, the two sides don't know each other. If the talks break down accidentally, with Duanmu Huai's strength and social status, it will take only a few minutes to make the sorcerer organization a mess.

Therefore, the safest way is to pass the message through a third party.

In this way, even if there is any misunderstanding or conflict between them, they can just blame the person who passed the message.

To put it bluntly, they are being blamed.

As the Tribunal, Duanmuhuai has seen too many similar things. After all, the Tribunal itself is such an organization. If other forces do not want to provoke the Tribunal, they will adopt this method to cooperate with the Tribunal. If the Tribunal is displeased at that time, they will sell the intermediary directly, saying that the other party deliberately misunderstood or foolishly misunderstood what they meant...

In that case, let me give them an interesting message.

Thinking of this, the corners of Duanmu Huai's mouth curled up slightly.

"No need to meet the principal."

Then, he stared at Gojo Satoru and spoke.

"The reason why I gave you my contact information is very simple. I heard that you magicians are destroying the cursed spirits, right?"

"That's right."

"Actually, I'm very free."

Then, Duanmuhuai changed the subject.

"After filming the movie, I didn't have much to do, so I wanted to find something to do. And killing those alien remnants is a good entertainment for me."

"…………Entertainment……?"

"That's right."

Duanmuhuai stared at Gojo Satoru, as if he could see his eyes hidden in them through the dark blindfold.

"It's just like playing video games. Wouldn't it be very satisfying to defeat monsters? I mean, so I occasionally look around for them, but my efficiency is too inefficient. I heard it from the lady named Miwa before. , you magicians specialize in this, so you will definitely be able to bring me a lot of fun."

"You mean, you also want to be a conjurer?"

"No."

Duanmuhuai shook his head.

"I don't want to be governed by you. To put it simply, I'm like a mercenary... Do you understand?"

"clear."

"That's easy."

Duanmuhuai snapped his fingers.

"There's only one thing to do next."

"oh?"

"Call out the strongest person here and fight me."

"………………"

"Stop pretending, I know this is your purpose."

Duanmuhuai looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him with a sneer.

"You want to know my strength, right, but even if I say it, I don't think you will believe it, so seeing is believing. As long as I have a fight with the strongest person in your magic world, then I think you should I understand the difference between them.”

"interesting."

Hearing Duanmu Huai's words, Gojo Satoru also showed a smile.

"In that case, let me have a fight with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, because I am the strongest."

“Ohhh————”

Facing Gojo Satoru's confident answer, Duanmuhuai narrowed his eyes.

"Then I'll wait and see."

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Tokyo Advanced College of Magic looks like a school on the surface, but in fact it feels more like a temple. Duanmu Huai followed Gojo Satoru to the training ground in the back mountain, which occupies a large area and is quite flat. Obviously, this should be the place where magicians train and fight on weekdays.

"Are you sure you can do it? Actually, I don't care. It's okay for a few people to go together."

"No, I'm enough on my own."

Gojo Satoru shook his head.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you if I make a mistake?"

"Hahaha……………"

Facing Duanmu Huai's curious inquiry, Gojo Satoru laughed, then stretched out his hand and opened it.

"Here, hold out your hand."

"???"

Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, Duanmuhuai still stretched out his hand curiously and faced Gojo Satoru's extended hand.

"Then what?"

"Hold my hand."

"I'm not an idol, and I don't sell handshake tickets."

As he spoke, Duanmuhuai moved his hand forward - and then his hand stopped a few centimeters in front of Gojo Satoru's palm.

"???"

Duanmuhuai curiously looked at the distance between his palms. He could feel that he had indeed touched something, but he didn't touch anything.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru also smiled and explained.

"You feel it, what you encounter is the infinity between you and me."

"unlimited?"

"Actually, it's not stopping, it's just that the closer you get to me, the slower it gets. Infinity itself is everywhere, and my spell just brings it into reality. Therefore, any attack will become slower and slower as long as it is close to me. Slower and then stagnant in infinity. To put it bluntly, I can hit you, but you can’t defeat me.”

"To be honest, I don't quite understand it. It feels a bit like the positive poles of magnets repel each other?"

Duanmuhuai frowned. He hated this kind of theoretical teaching, and what the other party said about infinity also gave Duanmuhuai a headache, as if he was subconsciously sleepy after hearing some calculus formula.

"By the way, can you just say it like this?"

Duanmu Huai asked doubtfully. In his opinion, it would be too stupid to explain his abilities one by one before starting a war, wouldn't it?

"Hahaha, so Xiao Ai, you are indeed not a magician."

When Gojo Satoru heard Duanmuhuai's inquiry, he laughed.

"What's the meaning?"

"This is actually a form of restraint."

"???I do not understand."

"The conjurer uses curses to curse others and himself."

Gojo Satoru pointed at Duanmuhuai and then at himself.

"And restraint is one of them."

"Restriction?"

"Yes, just like you said, if I expose my power to the enemy, wouldn't it be bad? But at the same time, this is also a kind of restraint for me. By exposing your trump card, the effect of the spell can be greatly improved."

"Uh... Let me think about it."

Duanmu Huai put one hand on his forehead and thought.

"In other words, by exposing your trump card, you give yourself a layer of DEBUFF, and the effect of your spell will be enhanced?"

"That's about it."

"I still can't understand it. In this case, can't you induce the other party by lying?"

"It is true that you can induce the other party to misunderstand by saying something ambiguous, but lying is meaningless because people can't deceive themselves."

"So you sorcerers will explain your abilities when fighting?"

"If you can communicate."

"What a strange and troublesome habit."

Duanmu Huai sighed.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to give any opinions on your sorcerer's behavior. Anyway, I understand. You think I can never touch you, right?"

"Yes, that's it."

"That's easy. I win as long as I touch you?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

Duanmu Huai pulled away and looked at Gojo Satoru again. Then, he bent down and stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course."

Gojo Satoru smiled and looked at Duanmu Huai.

"It's time to start."

"Then I won't be polite."

"——————!"

As Duanmu Huai's voice fell, suddenly, a fierce murderous aura fell from the sky and directly pressed on the entire training ground. Gojo Satoru, who had a relaxed smile just now, no longer had the original leisure on his face. Instead, he was more solemn and serious than ever before!

Duanmu Huai held the hilt tightly and then drew the knife.

Almost at the same time, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his hand.

"The field is expanded————!"

As if to split his words in two, a bright red sword light appeared out of thin air at this moment.