Kenjaku on the opposite side was confused by this scene.
Careful observation revealed that the hand seals of the four disaster curses had changed.
What other tricks can they come up with?
Click!
A crisp sound brought Kenjaku's thoughts back to normal.
He focused his eyes and saw cracks beginning to appear on the outer shells of the four disaster curses' domains.
But he was not pleased—his domain had already been greatly weakened after such a long battle.
There was no way it could disintegrate all four domains at the same time in such a short period.
The only possible explanation was...
Kenjaku's pupils contracted.
They're trying to detonate their own domains and drag him down with them?!
A mix of shock and rage surged through him.
For the past thousand years, no fool had ever willingly self-destructed their own domain—because doing so would leave them defenseless.
And yet, they were doing exactly that.
The explosion of their domains would release an uncontrollable force, and his own domain would be caught in the impact.
If all four domains explode simultaneously, his domain will undoubtedly collapse under the overwhelming force.
In just an instant, Kenjaku fully grasped the four disaster curses' intentions.
"I won't let you succeed!"
Kenjaku tried to break free from their domains but it was too late.
Crack!
The black, shell-like domains rapidly expanded, their energies leaking uncontrollably like time bombs about to detonate.
Jogo's face twisted into a wild grin.
Boom!
For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.
The entire sky was swallowed by an overwhelming light.
The force from the self-destruction of four domains was utterly uncontrollable.
The surrounding structures were instantly reduced to rubble.
Even Tengen's highly reinforced empty barrier—built to withstand the strongest of forces—shattered into countless pieces.
Fragments of what was once a powerful stronghold scattered like a broken mirror across the battlefield.
The self-destruction lasted for ten full seconds.
When the dust settled, the Tombs of Star Corridor was gone—all that remained was a wasteland of devastation.
Tengen stood atop a massive slab of debris, gazing at the destruction below with lifeless eyes.
"The place I lived in for so long... is gone?"
A deep sigh escaped from him.
"They're absolutely insane to have even thought of this."
"Ahem..."
As the dust continued to clear, Kenjaku weakly propped himself up, his voice hoarse as he looked toward Jogo.
"Jogo... you never cease to amaze me."
"But was it worth it? None of us gained anything from this."
The four disaster curses were clearly in bad shape. The backlash from detonating their domains had taken a heavy toll on them.
Jogo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, looking down at his shattered arm.
"There was no gain?"
He smirked at Kenjaku, his voice laced with mockery.
"Why are you acting clueless? You're in the CT Burnout period now, aren't you?"
"Are you ready to get your ass kicked?"
Kenjaku's face stiffened, an incredibly rare sight for him.
Jogo was right.
He had indeed entered CT Burnout period, where all cursed techniques were rendered useless.
That meant he could no longer use Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation technique.
Now, his only option was to rely on pure hand-to-hand combat.
Of course, the same applied to Jogo and the others. But there were four of them.
As Kenjaku was still processing this, a grinning face covered in stitches suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Hehehe... I can smell your fear!"
"I never thought I'd see you afraid!"
Mahito cackled wildly. His fist, fully charged, shot forward.
Bang!
A sandbag-sized fist smashed straight into Kenjaku's face.
"Yeah! I won! Jogo, I was the first to hit him in the face!"
Mahito threw his arms up, spinning around in celebration.
Jogo twitched.
That bastard… he beat me to it!
But before he could react—
Bang!
A powerful fist struck Mahito, sending him crashing into the ground.
Kenjaku glared at them, his face dark with rage.
It was bad enough getting punched by Yuki, someone on his level.
But these four?
The very disaster curses he once controlled had the audacity to humiliate him?!
Thousands of years of continued existence—only to end up getting bullied like this?!
At that moment, Jogo and the others closed in, surrounding him in a triangle formation.
Kenjaku narrowed his eyes and smirked.
He said, "I never thought I'd end up brawling like a common thug."
"Tell me—who brought you back?"
Jogo responded with a hard punch.
Kenjaku swiftly sidestepped, dodging the attack with ease.
Even without his cursed techniques, a thousand years of battle experience made him a deadly hand-to-hand fighter.
Jogo scoffed, "Want to know? Then beat it out of us!"
At his signal, Hanami and Dagon lunged from both sides.
Bang!
Kenjaku jumped at the last second, narrowly dodging their combined strike.
The ground where he had just stood shattered, leaving a deep crater in its wake.
As Kenjaku rapidly retreated, ready to counterattack, Mahito disappeared.
A voice purred behind him.
"Mmm~"
Kenjaku turned, only to see Mahito puckering his lips dramatically, pretending to kiss him.
His face twisted in rage.
Tsk!
Among the four, Mahito was by far the most annoying.
Before he could retaliate, the four disaster curses charged at him at once.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The battlefield exploded into chaos.
Four-on-one, with no cursed techniques—just raw physical combat!
Kenjaku was barely managing to hold his own.
And the most infuriating part?
Mahito's fighting style was completely shameless.
Cheap tricks. Dirty moves.
Kicks to the groin, butt, you name it.
Kenjaku gritted his teeth, swearing to himself—
If he gets out of this, he will definitely return all this after multiplying it hundreds of times to Mahito.
Meanwhile, Jogo and the others were growing increasingly alarmed.
"Why is he still standing?!"
Even when facing four opponents, Kenjaku was holding his ground and he was only using one hand.
Jogo's fury boiled over and he said, "You arrogant bastard—take us seriously!"
Tengen, observing from a distance, was stunned.
A battle between five special-grade beings…
Reduced to nothing more than a primitive street fight.
No grand Jujutsu. No deadly cursed technique s.
Just fists meeting flesh.
But then—
Kenjaku suddenly stopped dodging.
He let himself get hit—
Then, using the force of their attacks, he broke free.
Like a ghost, he vanished from their reach and rushed straight toward Tengen.
His fingers stretched out, aiming for direct contact.
Tengen's mind went blank.
'If he touches me, it's over!'
But then—
A familiar voice rang out.
"Oi. Did you forget about me?"
Kenjaku's pupils shrank.
Yuki… had recovered.
Oh no.