Kujo Hiroharu slowly opened his mouth:
"Do you think it's possible..."
"The Eight-Span Curved Jewel is within ourselves?"
The entire audience was stunned by these words.
Bhadra stared wide-eyed, his face full of suspicion.
"On us?"
"How is that possible?"
“Kosuke Soma isn’t stupid. Why would he hide the true form of the Yasakani no Magatama on our bodies?”
Kujo Hiroji's eyes, however, remained unusually calm.
"Perhaps this is precisely the anti-logic he's employing."
"He was convinced that no matter how we investigated, we wouldn't investigate him."
"Don't forget, this is his territory."
"It wouldn't be difficult to place the Yasakani no Magatama on us without anyone noticing."
“He can completely disguise the Yasakani no Magatama. Now you can carefully sense whether there is anything strange about yourselves.”
Upon hearing this, the group suddenly realized that it made so sense.
The entire world depicted in the painting was swept away by Bhadra's devastating attack.
If the Yasakani no Magatama truly exists in this space, there's no reason why not even a trace of it should be found.
So, the only explanation is...
It was hidden in a place they would never have expected.
Without further hesitation, the four imdiately began to carefully examine their bodies.
They used their ntal power to carefully examine all their equipnt, accessories, and even every inch of their skin.
However, a minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Five minutes passed.
They gained nothing.
Everyone was clean, with no suspicious items or energy attached to them.
Bhadra was the first to lose his composure, scratching his head in frustration.
There's nothing there!
Wada Hirayama also shook his head, his expression grave.
too.
Kujo Hiroji's usually calm face now looked unusually grim.
My judgnt was wrong.
For a mont, the atmosphere among the four beca more tense than ever before.
Even the strongest attacks could not destroy this world, and the only clue had been lost.
They seed destined to be trapped forever in this bizarre, blood-red world.
Just then, the man in the white suit, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up at the sky.
"That's strange."
Bhadra, who was already seething with anger, asked irritably, "What is it now?"
The man in the white suit pushed up his gold-rimd glasses, the lenses reflecting the light of the blood moon in the sky.
"Sothing's not right with this Kosuke Soma."
“Every ti he revived, he would launch an attack imdiately, giving us no chance to breathe.”
"But this ti, he gave us such a long breathing space."
These words were a wake-up call.
Wada Hirayama suddenly looked up at Soma Kosuke under the blood moon in the sky, and his face turned deathly pale.
His voice trembled slightly, as if he had thought of sothing extrely terrifying.
"This guy...this guy looks like he's about to unleash his ultimate attack!"
Finishing move?
Upon hearing these three words, everyone present, including the usually composed Hiroharu Kujo, paled.
That's the ultimate skill that professionals can only master after reaching level 80.
In this world, professionals who can reach level 80 or above are extrely rare.
Many people spend their entire lives without ever witnessing it firsthand.
But to be called "the end" implies that its effect is absolutely terrifying, capable of destroying the world!
"Stop him!"
The man in the white suit was the first to react and shouted angrily.
He clasped his hands together, and countless mysterious runes rapidly ford a complex magic array in front of him.
Bhadra and Wada Hirayama reacted instantly, unleashing powerful energy that transford into two streaks of light as they charged fiercely towards Soma Kosuke in the sky.
However, they were t with a thunderous attack from the three.
The figure that was gathering in the sky simply revealed a relieved smile.
A hoarse yet calm voice slowly emanated from his mouth, resounding throughout the world depicted in the painting.
"I'll trade my old life for the lives of nine Hiroshi and three SS-rank professionals."
"It's really... well worth it."
He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.
"Gentlen, please wait!"
"Painting the myriad aspects of life!"
The mont the words fell, Soma Kosuke's figure was pierced once again by the attacks of Bhadra and Wada Hirayama, turning into countless ink dots.
But this ti, he did not lose his life.
Those ink dots seed to co alive, rging into the sky # Nоvеlight # and the earth.
It was at this mont that...
"Boom—!!!"
The entire world depicted in the painting began to tremble violently.
The sky, the earth, the distant mountains, the nearby ruins...
Everything is gradually shifting from three dinsions to two dinsions in an incredible way.
The distant mountain peaks lost their thickness, becoming a flat silhouette.
The ground beneath my feet lost its texture, turning into a flat, painted block of color.
The whole world seed to be being forcibly flattened and smoothed out by an invisible hand.
Everything in the scene seed to be turning into a series of still animations.
Moreover, this "dinsional reduction" force, like a giant millstone, is rolling towards the location of the four people.
"ah--!"
Bhadra let out a painful roar.
He was horrified to discover that his arms were also beginning to beco "flat".
The muscle contours disappeared, replaced by thick, dark lines.
The texture of the skin was gone, turning into a monotonous bronze color.
His entire being is transforming from a three-dinsional, vibrant life into an ani character drawn on paper!
"My hand! My body!" Wada Hirayama cried out in terror as his arm, which was gripping the knife, began to lose its three-dinsionality.
For the first ti, a look of panic appeared on Kujo Hiroji's face. He looked at his body, which was turning into a "paper-thin" shape, and roared in a fit of rage.
"Think of sothing! Think of sothing!"
"When this world truly becos a painting, we will all be completely wiped out!"
"roar--!!!"
At the critical mont of life and death, Bhadra let out a deafening roar.
He suddenly took a step forward, his body bursting with golden light, and once again transford into the twenty-ter-tall golden Buddha statue.
"Get behind , all of you!"
A colossal golden Buddha stood in front of everyone, its six arms forming a massive golden barrier, desperately resisting the sweeping force of "assimilation."
"Sizzle—"
The two-dinsional power collided with the golden barrier, producing a piercing sound.
Under the crushing force of this power, Bhadra's enormous golden body began to show signs of distortion and flattening.
His booming voice carried a hint of pain and urgency.
"I can only last five minutes at most!"
"Where exactly is the Yasakani no Magatama?!"
The man in the white suit was working frantically, with countless clues and possibilities flashing through his mind.
Disguise, illogicality, domain, finishing move, sacrifice...
Suddenly, as if he had grasped sothing, a glint of inspiration flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly looked in one direction.
"I think... I know where it is."
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