Chapter 100: A Real Man Must Fight With Bare Fists!

Watching the nearly half-destroyed classroom building and the “Tachibana” who had plunged into a deep pit, kicking up a massive cloud of dust, Fukuroi Hui stood frozen in shock.

Fukuroi Hui knew exactly why Tachibana’s demeanor had changed so drastically—because the Tachibana before him now was no longer the original Tachibana, but the Special-Rank Cursed Object he had swallowed.

The Special-Rank Cursed Object swallowed was one of Menma Sōna’s fingers—meaning the being now controlling Tachibana’s body was none other than Menma Sōna himself, the Cursed King of a thousand years ago during the height of cursed techniques.

But what had he just witnessed? The legendary Menma Sōna, clearly awakened, had been taking constant beatings!

Not only was Fukuroi Hui stunned now, but even if he told others about this, no one would believe him.

Menma Sōna, who had been smashed from the fourth floor all the way down to the first, was now furious.

As a Special-Rank Cursed Spirit, even with only one-twentieth of his full power, he was still not an entity easily eliminated.

But since this began, he—Menma Sōna—had been taking blow after blow. This simply did not fit the dignity of the Cursed King.

Menma Sōna had figured it out: Shengzai might know little about cursed technique users, but his battle experience far exceeded his expectations.

Shengzai’s relentless pursuit, though seemingly reckless, was actually disrupting the rhythm of his own technique activation.

If the speed was fast enough, there would be no time to cast a technique.

Moreover, with only the cursed energy of a single finger, even if he managed to cast a technique, it might not be enough to kill the opponent.

Though it was overkill, Menma Sōna, after a brief hesitation, decided to use a sledgehammer to kill a fly—Shengzai had humiliated him too deeply.

“Hey, you two-faced idiot, are you finally going to use a technique?”

“I thought you were some tough guy, strutting around like you owned the place, so I held back my shikigami on purpose—I wanted a real man-to-man brawl, fists to flesh.”

“But now you’re going to use a technique? Fine, I won’t hold back either.”

Seeing Shengzai standing at the broken fourth-floor window, looking down at him with such a posture, Menma Sōna immediately lowered his hands.

The reason was simple—he, Menma Sōna, was still a cursed spirit with pride.

Menma Sōna’s personality favored freedom and acted purely on whim, yes—but it was well known that villainous types with chuunibyou had exceptionally high self-esteem.

With only the cursed energy of one finger, Menma Sōna could only activate a fraction of his domain “Fumo Okusho,” but even that fraction was more than enough to kill Shengzai effortlessly.

Originally, Menma Sōna had planned to use his domain to instantly kill Shengzai and erase the humiliation of being beaten up—but now, Shengzai’s words made him abandon that plan entirely.

What the hell? Didn’t he hear? The guy didn’t use any shikigami because he wanted a pure hand-to-hand fight.

If Menma Sōna now used his domain, wouldn’t that mean he wasn’t even a real man?

He was Menma Sōna! The self-proclaimed supreme being of heaven and earth! After being mocked so directly, if he killed Shengzai with his domain, how could he ever show his face again in the cursed technique world?

“Hmph! Even without techniques, I can still crush you easily!”

Undoubtedly, Menma Sōna was proud. Shengzai’s taunt had not only enraged him but also earned him a lasting grudge—yet in the coming battle, and even in any future attempt to kill Shengzai, he would likely never use a technique again.

Given Menma Sōna’s nature, today’s humiliation meant that even if he eventually killed Shengzai, he would only do it in his most beloved domain—like some pot treasure.

With one foot shattering the ground, leveraging Tachibana’s superhuman physicality and Menma Sōna’s cursed energy boost, the opponent leapt in a single burst from the first floor straight to the fourth.

He unleashed a punch infused with cursed energy. Shengzai, caught off guard, could only cross his arms to guard his front.

Even so, Shengzai was still blasted away by Menma Sōna’s punch!

Previously, Shengzai had kicked Menma Sōna into the ground with a flying kick; now, Menma Sōna punched Shengzai into the air.

Tachibana’s physicality was already absurdly strong, and now amplified by Menma Sōna’s power, he unleashed “Jingting Fist.”

The immense impact numbed Shengzai’s arms as he blocked, and the punch sent him flying backward—his back smashed through two ceilings and shot him several meters into the air.

As Menma Sōna smirked, watching Shengzai fly through the air and preparing to leap after him, Shengzai, finally regaining his composure, saw Menma Sōna charging toward him—and threw his own punch.

In midair, both struck simultaneously, their fists landing squarely on each other’s faces at the exact same moment.

Under the force of each other’s blows, both heads were twisted sideways at once—and in the next second, the impact hurled them backward like mutually repelling forces, flying in completely opposite directions!

Menma Sōna flew dozens of meters, crashing through a large tree on campus before landing in the schoolyard.

Shengzai fared no better—he slammed into another classroom building and was buried under rubble.

“Damn it, what the hell is Tachibana doing? Why hasn’t his consciousness reclaimed his body yet? This isn’t how the original plot went at all!”

Shengzai rose again from the rubble, staring across at Menma Sōna, who was also climbing to his feet—his expression was grim.

The hand-to-hand clash had looked evenly matched, but only Shengzai knew how badly he had lost—he was at a massive disadvantage compared to Menma Sōna.

Menma Sōna was a cursed spirit; even if he lost limbs, he could regenerate. Trading blows might look cool, but as a human, Shengzai was at a terrible disadvantage.

Moreover, Menma Sōna had no shortage of battle experience or technique—his earlier losses were merely because he hadn’t yet adapted to Tachibana’s body.

But as time passed, Menma Sōna was gradually adapting to this vessel and growing more proficient.

Shengzai had originally thought that as long as Menma Sōna didn’t use his domain, he could still fight on equal footing with a single finger’s worth of power.

Even if Menma Sōna used his domain, with only one finger’s cursed energy, he could only sustain “Fumo Okusho” for a fleeting moment—and with its “damage nullification,” Shengzai still might not lose.

But now, he realized—he had been naive.

With just one finger’s power, Menma Sōna might not be enough to kill him outright, but defeating him? The difficulty was still far too great.

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(End of Chapter)