Gojo vs Sukuna {129}

Gojo watched with a narrowed gaze as the lifeless husk of Kashimo crumpled to the ground. The rogue sorcerer had served his purpose, a pawn sacrificed to buy Gojo enough time to escape the reach of Sukuna's domain, where his Infinity technique would be nullified.

But Kashimo's role went deeper. He had served as a distraction, allowing Gojo's cursed technique burnout to reach its final stage. Now, Gojo was finally free to unleash his full power against the King of Curses without resorting to the taxing process of repeatedly destroying and healing his brain with a Reverse Cursed Technique.

His gaze shifted towards a swirling vortex of shadows within the domain. A chilling realization dawned on him as his Six Eyes, the pinnacle of Jujutsu observation, pierced through the veil of darkness. A wheel

'So, that's it,' Gojo thought, a flicker of concern crossing his usually stoic expression. 'He's using Megumi's soul to fuel the adaptation process.' The implication was clear – Sukuna was attempting to evolve, to break free from the limitations imposed by his incomplete form.

This development added a new layer of urgency to the battle. Gojo couldn't afford to waste any more time. He had to find a way to sever Sukuna's connection to Megumi and put an end to this twisted evolution before it was too late. The fate of the entire Jujutsu world hung in the balance.

Gojo sighed, a rare flicker of frustration crossing his face. He needed to finish this quickly, before Mahoraga, fully adapted to his Limitless.

A glint of realization sharpened his gaze as he noticed the spinning wheel within Sukuna's domain abruptly halt. He recalled using his Limitless to momentarily disorient the King of Curses, creating an opening for an attack. However, Sukuna's domain amplification technique should have prevented Mahoraga from adapting during that brief window of vulnerability.

'Domain amplification basically disable cursed techniques,' Gojo thought, piecing together the puzzle. 'If the wheel represents Mahoraga's adaptation process, it shouldn't have been active then.'

This meant Mahoraga could only have adapted to a single category of Gojo's abilities: most likely his Blue technique, which governed attraction, and possibly his domain expansion. The three techniques unleashed by Kenzo were also potential targets, but Mahoraga's adaptation was limited to one at a time.

A wry smile played on Gojo's lips. This revelation confirmed his suspicions – he still held the upper hand. Mahoraga may have evolved, but it was a limited evolution. Gojo, with his arsenal of techniques and his unparalleled Six Eyes, could still exploit its weaknesses. The tide was turning, and Gojo, the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer, was ready to claim victory.

/

The air crackled with cursed energy, a storm brewing between the two figures locked in a deadly dance. Gojo, his sapphire eyes gleaming with lethal focus, moved like a phantom. His white coat whipped around him as he unleashed a surge of Infinity, warping the very space around Sukuna, forcing the King of Curses to contort himself to avoid the attack.

Sukuna, a monstrous grin splitting his face, reveled in the chaos. Clad in ragged clothing stained with blood (both his and others), he unleashed a torrent of slashing attacks with his clawed hands. Each blow ripped through the air, leaving behind trails of warped reality that threatened to tear the world asunder. Gojo met them head-on, his own inhuman speed a blur as he dodged and deflected.

The ground beneath them wasn't spared. With a thunderous stomp, Sukuna shattered the concrete, sending debris flying. Gojo, in retaliation, launched a blast of his Limitless technique, a sphere of pure cursed energy that detonated on impact, carving a crater into the already devastated landscape.

Their fight was a clash of titans, raw power meeting unparalleled technique. Gojo, a whirlwind of white, utilized his Six Eyes to dissect Sukuna's every move, his Infinity warping around him like an invisible shield. Yet, Sukuna's cursed techniques were as brutal as they were potent. Dismal Blades, imbued with malevolent energy, rained down on Gojo, who weaved through them with inhuman grace, his every motion a testament to his honed senses.

Neither held back. Gojo, his face etched with grim determination, unleashed his full power. Sukuna, roaring with laughter, his bloodlust a tangible force in the air. This wasn't just a battle; it was a war between two forces that could reshape the world.

Buildings crumbled as they became collateral damage in their fight. Shockwaves rippled outward, shattering windows and sending tremors through the surrounding city. This wasn't a fight for the faint of heart, it was a brutal ballet of destruction, a testament to the raw power they both wielded.

The outcome hung in the balance. Would Gojo's unmatched technique prevail, or would Sukuna's monstrous power overwhelm him? One thing was certain: in this clash of titans, the world itself held its breath, waiting to see who would emerge victorious.

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The air crackled with a tension so thick it felt solid. Gojo, his sapphire eyes narrowed, launched a devastating Blue technique. A surge of attractive cursed energy slammed into Sukuna, the King of Curses roaring in defiance as the impact sent him skidding backwards. The force of the attack tore through his flesh, leaving gaping wounds that smoked with a sickly green aura.

Gojo didn't hesitate. Seizing the advantage, he unleashed a Red technique – a burst of Repulsive cursed energy. Sukuna, momentarily stunned and weakened by the Blue, was caught in its way. He instinctively activated his Domain Amplification, a desperate attempt to mitigate the damage. But Gojo was already one step ahead.

With a chilling smile, Gojo spoke, his voice laced with a deadly calm. "Goodbye," he said, launching into a chilling chant. "Nine Ropes, Polarized Light, Crow and Declaration, Between Front and Back."

As the last word left his lips, the Blue and Red techniques, swirling around Sukuna, merged. A blinding light erupted, a confluence of immense cursed energy, condensing into a sphere of pure destructive potential right on Sukuna's body. This wasn't Gojo's usual Unlimited Hollow Purple – he'd sacrificed its massive 200-meter radius, focusing it entirely on the King of Curses.

The condensed technique detonated. A shockwave ripped outwards, pulverizing everything within a 50-meter radius. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles, the very ground beneath them fractured. The force of the blast was unimaginable, a testament to Gojo's unparalleled power. In the heart of the devastation, Sukuna was engulfed by the attack. Would even the King of Curses survive such a direct hit from a technique specifically tailored for his destruction? Only time would tell.

/

The dust settled like a shroud over the devastated landscape. Gojo surveyed the scene, his usual carefree grin stretched wide across his face. Sukuna, the once fearsome King of Curses, lay broken and battered. One eye gaped uselessly, an arm seemingly vaporized, and his body a grotesque tapestry of exposed muscle and bone. "Someone definitely seen some better days," Gojo chuckled, his amusement evident.

But beneath the wreckage, a different story unfolded. Sukuna, his voice barely a rasp, muttered an incantation under his breath, words Gojo couldn't make out. "Scale of the Dragon, Recoil, Twin Meteors..." However, his desperate chant was cut short. From the inky depths of his own shadow, a pair of spectral hands materialized. Before Sukuna could react, they latched onto him, a chilling touch that instantly invaded his soul.

Panic flared in Sukuna's eyes. Normally, he could expel such intruders with ease. But his weakened state rendered him defenseless. In a heartbeat, his very essence was ripped away from Megumi's body, tossed aside like a discarded ragdoll.

Sukuna blinked open his eyes, a gasp escaping his lips. His vision landed on Megumi's unconscious form lying on the ground. He, however, stood upright, his form reverted back to his youthful appearance from the Heian era. A shock of realization crossed his face. His gamble, a last-ditch effort, had paid off. He had used his one-time sure-hit reversal technique – sacrificing his current form to heal himself – the moment he felt his soul being ripped away.

Gojo's grin faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of surprise crossing his sapphire eyes. He hadn't anticipated this desperate maneuver. The battle wasn't over yet. The King of Curses, battered but unbroken, stood poised for another fight.