131 The winner is {131}

Pov change

Kenzo, despite his superhuman resilience, couldn't help but feel a twinge of exhaustion as he surveyed the scene. The Dragon Monarch, a grotesque caricature of his former glory, stood amidst the carnage. His body, a canvas of mangled flesh and shattered bone, bore testament to Kenzo's relentless assault. Yet, a feral grin stretched across the Monarch's face, a chilling counterpoint to his ravaged form.

"Yes... Yes..." the Monarch rasped, his voice a guttural growl. "This is what I've craved for millennia!" His maniacal grin sent shivers down Kenzo's spine.

'This bastard's a walking tank,' Kenzo thought grimly. No matter how much damage he inflicted, the Monarch seemed impervious to pain, refusing to yield an inch.

The constant manipulation of his mass, the crux of Kenzo's power, was taking its toll. He could feel the strain on his body, his internal organs screaming in protest. His mana reserves dwindled with every passing second. Using his energy to heal internal injuries was manageable, even during combat. However, the problem lay with the damage inflicted by the Dragon Monarch's devastating dragon breath. Those areas were utterly destroyed, erased from existence itself. Healing them was a monumental task.

Kenzo had to essentially mend something that was no more. Thankfully, his unique ability allowed him to perceive the very essence of his soul, a blueprint from which he could reconstruct the damage. Yet, the process demanded meticulous control and a staggering amount of mana. In essence, he had to create a perfect copy of the obliterated parts, transforming his mana into a temporary extension of his soul.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Kenzo focused his will. The Dragon Monarch, eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief, watched as Kenzo's wounds visibly knitted themselves back together at an impossible speed. The tide of the battle, it seemed, was far from settled.

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Kenzo inhaled deeply, a steely resolve hardening his gaze. He clenched his fist, muttering under his breath, "Screw it." The words resonated with a raw determination. As the curse broke his lips, his entire being seemed to heave. His mass surged, expanding to an immense level. In a blink, Kenzo materialized directly in front of the Dragon Monarch.

A devastating punch, fueled by sheer mass and amplified by his technique, Thin Ice Breaker, tore through the Dragon Monarch's defenses. The blow landed with a sickening thud, bypassing any attempt at resistance. The Dragon Monarch lurched back, a guttural cough erupting from his chest as blood splattered across the ground. Yet, a deranged grin stretched across his face, even as a gaping hole marred his abdomen.

"Let's see who falls first, you or me!" he roared, charging recklessly toward Kenzo. His body crackled with power, wreathed in a blazing inferno of his own breath.

Kenzo, acutely aware of his dwindling reserves, knew this was a fight he couldn't afford to drag out. He met the Dragon Monarch head-on, their clash sending shockwaves rippling through the very fabric of his domain. Despite its construction as a barrier, the sheer magnitude of their confrontation resonated outwards, causing tremors to rock the world beyond. Within the confines of Shinjuku, cracks materialized in the air, a testament to the titanic battle unfolding within.

Across the battlefield, Sukuna's gaze briefly caught sight of one of those shimmering fissures. The raw power coursing through them ignited a spark of exhilaration in his eyes. Gojo, on the other hand, reacted differently. As he witnessed the cracks in the world, a single thought slammed into him – his student was out there, pushing himself to the limit. He had to end this fight, and fast. The fate of the jujutsu world hinged on both battles reaching their climax.

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"So, that's the key," Sukuna muttered to himself, a predatory grin splitting his face. Gojo's eyes narrowed as he witnessed a shift in Sukuna's cursed energy. It crackled with a faint blue luminescence, eerily similar to Kenzo's mana. This wasn't good.

"This is exhilarating!" Sukuna roared, his voice laced with a manic edge. Before Gojo could react, countless elemental arrows materialized behind him, imbued with a potent blend of cursed energy and mana.

"Let's see how you handle a test run," Sukuna taunted, his smile stretching wider.

Gojo cursed under his breath. Dodging the barrage of arrows, each one capable of wreaking havoc, demanded his full focus. His eyes darted across the battlefield, scanning for Sukuna's next move. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through him. A dismantle slash, formed entirely from flickering blue mana, had severed his right arm clean off.

Gojo's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't seen it coming. Then, a chilling realization dawned on him. The dismantle was fueled by mana, not cursed energy. His Six Eyes, honed to perceive cursed energy flow, had been completely blindsided.

However, amidst the chaos, Gojo noticed a crucial detail. Sukuna's newly acquired technique wasn't perfect. A faint signature of cursed energy still lingered within the mana, unlike Kenzo's pure energy. This imperfection, this vulnerability, might just be his only chance.

In a flash of blue light, Gojo materialized directly behind Sukuna, unleashing a powerful kick that sent the King of Curses flying. Before Sukuna could recover, a shadowy hand, conjured with cursed energy, materialized around Gojo's waist, deflecting an invisible slash aimed at his core. Reacting instinctively, Gojo activated his Reverse Cursed Technique, both arms reforming flawlessly in an instant. With renewed determination, he launched a full-powered red technique towards Sukuna's face, propelling him several meters back.

A triumphant smile played on Gojo's lips as he uttered a devastating sequence of words: "Nine Ropes, Polarized Light, Crow and Declaration. Between front and back."

Sukuna's eyes widened in alarm. He recognized the chant – Gojo was unleashing his trump card, the Hollow Purple. Without wasting a moment, Sukuna countered by activating Domain Amplification, a desperate attempt to shield himself from the attack's devastating effects.

But Gojo had anticipated this move. With a decisive battle cry, he declared, "Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void!"

The battlefield was consumed by an inky blackness, Gojo's personal domain. One crucial detail differentiated this domain from before – it resonated with a faint blue luminescence, evidence of Gojo's countermeasure against Kenzo-like abilities. This domain was specifically designed to be 200% more effective against opponents wielding mana, a fact that wouldn't escape Sukuna now.{A/N And yall thought Kenzo was petty}

A cruel smile stretched across Gojo's face as he witnessed the instantaneous effect on Sukuna, the potent anti-mana properties of the domain taking hold. "Seems like the only reason you weren't a factor in your era is because I was around, Sukuna," he taunted.

Gojo dropped into a fighting stance, his hand crackling with cursed energy as he began the chant for his ultimate technique. First, the blue: "Phase. Twilight. Eyes of Wisdom." Then, the red: "Phase. Paramita. Pillars of Light." And finally, the culmination – the Hollow Purple: "Nine Ropes, Polarized Light, Crow and Declaration. Between front and back."

With a mighty roar, Gojo unleashed the attack, a concentrated sphere of annihilation aimed directly at Sukuna. To ensure maximum impact, Gojo even targeted himself with the attack, leaving no room for error. His goal was simple – to obliterate Sukuna and himself in a single, devastating blow.

A/N Yes you heard it right,Gojo made a domain expansion that was only effective against people with mana meaning people with curse energy wouldnt be affected and as Kenzo the only person with mana to Gojo knowledge that binding vow made the domain expansion hella effective against Kenzo.