Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

The onlookers were perplexed, but in the center of the battle, Zenin Toji and Gojo Satoshi understood each other's words perfectly.

"Gojo Satoshi, you've lost!"

As Toji's voice rang out again, everyone's eyes shifted behind Satoshi.

At that moment, Toji had already appeared behind him.

No one believed he was bluffing.

His speed was so fast that it was impossible to track with the naked eye. No one could imagine how Satoshi would evade Toji's next attack.

Even the sorcerers present put themselves in Satoshi's position, wondering if they could survive an attack from an assassin of this level.

The answer was no.

Even Yuto, who possessed immense Cursed Energy, felt that he wouldn't be able to gain the upper hand against Zenin Toji.

On the sidelines, Satoru's expression turned serious. With Limitless, he was confident he could block Toji's next strike. But Satoshi didn't have Cursed Energy, he couldn't use Limitless.

Right now, his younger brother could only rely on Sode no Shirayuki.

It looked like he was about to lose.

Satoru didn't want to see his brother suffer a crushing defeat. He straightened up instantly, preparing to intervene.

However, just as he was about to move, he caught sight of Satoshi's slight smirk.

This scene was eerily similar to the bet between Satoshi and Shunichi earlier. That hesitation made Satoru stop himself from acting.

At that moment, everything changed.

Just as everyone believed Satoshi was about to be taken down, only Satoru noticed, Sode no Shirayuki was already stabbed into the ground.

And the moment Toji appeared, four identical swords manifested around Sode no Shirayuki, piercing into the ground simultaneously.

A frigid chill exploded outward.

Toji's expression shifted.

This was an ability Satoshi had never shown before. As expected, this mysterious Cursed Tool had more than one technique.

"Next Dance: White Ripple!"

With Satoshi's low chant, the overflowing cold condensed into a tangible force, an enormous avalanche erupted from Sode no Shirayuki's blade, swallowing the battlefield.

If Toji didn't abandon his attack, he would be consumed by White Ripple.

Earlier, Satoshi had observed Zenin Toji's movements, but just because his Six Eyes could see it didn't mean his body could react fast enough.

So, he had waited, using Sode no Shirayuki's ability to launch a defensive counterattack.

The entire plan hinged on his ability to track Toji's movement in advance.

If there had been even a slight mistake, Sode no Shirayuki wouldn't have been able to keep up.

But just as Satoshi had predicted, despite Toji's overwhelming speed, he was still within the observation range of the Six Eyes.

As the avalanche expanded, the entire Gojo estate was once again engulfed in ice and snow. The falling snowflakes seemed even heavier now.

The spectators instinctively took a step back. None of them had imagined that this pure white Cursed Tool would unleash such terrifying power.

"First Dance: White Moon!"

"Next Dance: White Ripple!"

This frost technique's large-scale attack completely restricted close-range fighters.

Anyone who got too close would either be frozen solid or buried under the avalanche.

This kind of battle completely overturned their understanding of sorcery combat.

The onlookers scanned the remnants of the avalanche, searching for Zenin Toji.

No one believed he could have escaped unscathed.

Yet, once again, the outcome defied their expectations.

Despite being caught in White Ripple's onslaught, Toji had managed to break free using his sheer physical strength and speed.

Now, he stood off to the side, gazing at Satoshi, who leaned against the snow, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"So, this is your Cursed Tool? Gojo Satoshi, I'm impressed. Did you make this yourself?"

"I'm very interested."

Toji shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Gojo Satoshi, I acknowledge you. Originally, I wanted to test how far your Heavenly Restriction had awakened, but now, I see there's no need."

"Without a battle of life and death, this fight is meaningless."

"I look forward to seeing how you grow."

"I'll let you keep this Cursed Tool for now. Next time we meet, we'll decide who truly owns Sode no Shirayuki."

With a hearty laugh, Zenin Toji vanished in an instant.

The crowd was left in stunned silence, staring at Satoshi and the pure white Zanpakutō in his hand.