Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

In April 2010, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

It's a new school season again. Looking at the boys and girls with bright eyes, Su Ze can't help but sigh that he is actually beginning to feel sad about the passing of time.

But besides sitting on the roof of the college and watching the freshmen enroll, he had other things to do -

Su Ze let out a long sigh, stepped forward, and then slid down the eaves. As his body fell into the air, he summoned Bai Ying's "Dui" sword.

The "Dui" sword expanded to more than three feet in length in a moment.

He used his Qi to slow down a little, then crossed his legs and sat down on the sword, then flew out of the high school amid the surprised exclamations of the freshmen and the loud warnings of Ye Mo Zhengdao.

The Three Great Houses? The Zenin family.

Reception room.

In the middle was a low table in traditional Japanese style, with intricate patterns carved on the tabletop. Both sides of the low table were filled with people.

"What a joke! Since he is from the Zenin family, even if there is no so-called "deal", he should obey our orders--" The skinny man sat upright, with a special knife-shaped magic tool hanging on his waist, and his tone left no room for doubt.

?Chanyuan Shan, the second most important person in the Chanyuan family.

"The owner of the family is willing to give Shen'er a "sum" simply out of concern for him--" the bearded, unkempt-haired man with a mouth full of yellow teeth said in a muffled voice.

?Zen temple is very important, and it is your elder brother.

"Hey, are you Gojo Satoru? I've heard of your name for a long time, but I didn't expect that guy Shen'er could get in touch with you~" The man who spoke had a handsome face, naturally upturned eyes, and multiple earrings on his earlobes.

He wore a black wide-sleeved haori on his upper body, with a wide-collared shirt underneath, and loose light hakama on his lower body.

Zenin Naoya, 19 years old, is Shinji's cousin. He is the eldest son of the current head of the family and the only candidate for the next head of the family.

He had been looking at Gojo Satoru and trying to talk to him, but he ignored Su Ze, who was in the lead of the negotiations - after all, the cursed energy in Su Ze was so thin that it was pitiful.

It is said that Su Ze's current rating is also due to his great contribution to the "evolution" of Tianyuan.

In other words, he should be a pure theorist.

Zenin Naoya glanced at Su Ze with disdain, his domineering intentions not concealed at all.

——He had no sharpness at all and remained silent even when being stared at like this.

This further deepened Zenin Naoya's judgment.

——After all, even someone like Yega Masamichi could be nominated for special grade just because of a Curse-Breaking Corpse.

He concluded with disdain.

Gojo Satoru ate his crepe without saying a word, but when Zenin Naoya looked at him, he looked back at him.

The blue "Eyes of the Sky" are bright and clear, emitting bright light.

In just the moment their eyes made contact, Zenin Naoya felt an indescribable sense of crisis - as if he was being stared at by a wild beast and was about to fall into the abyss.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. He barely suppressed the urge to use the technique, and his hand unconsciously reached into the inner pocket of his haori.

In the end, Gojo Satoru just turned his head and said, "Mei, try this, it's quite delicious~"

He spoke to Megumi Fushiguro, who was sitting between him and Suze.

"Teacher Gojo! What's happening now is..." Fushiguro Megumi looked nervous and explained the seriousness of the matter to him in a low voice.

"Don't be stupid, don't be stupid~" Gojo Satoru waved his hand, not caring at all.

"Tsk..."

Across the table, Zenin Naoya almost stood up reflexively because of the shock. He barely controlled his body and took a few deep breaths to calm his fear.

"Wu, even if others have offended you, you are still too bullying. Why are you still opening your domain?" Su Ze held the teacup, closed his eyes and took a sip, and said calmly.

Zenin Naoya, who was called out, gritted his teeth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry~ I thought such a moment wouldn't scare anyone~" Gojo Satoru spread his hands innocently.

His "Infinite Void" can already accurately target the target. When the number of targets is small, the output spell power of a single target will also increase accordingly.

Zenin Naoya was almost furious. He clenched his fists on his knees and forced his head down to hold back his anger.

Su Ze held the teacup in both hands, blowing the hot tea and said leisurely: "I just reached level one, how can I have a domain——"

"I'm just stupid, not a greenhorn..." Su Ze added while drinking tea, then paused and thought for half a second.

"No, it seems there are some dishes too..."

"grass!!"

Bang!

Zenin Naoya was furious and overturned the table. Blue curse power surged out of his body at the same time, and he reached out to Su Ze, who was only three meters away from him across the table.

——It’s okay if you have six eyes, but what right do you have to speak so arrogantly when you don’t even have much cursed power? ! !

...We’re going to catch him!

Zenin Naoya grinned unconsciously.

"Projection Spell", one of the "Zen Temple" family heirloom techniques.

With a loud bang, the table instantly flipped over towards Su Ze and his companions.

bass.

Crackling.

All the teacups on the table slid to the ground, and the crisp sound of breaking echoed in the room for a while.

Almost all the expensive porcelain cups were broken into pieces.

——Except the one in Su Ze’s hand.

boom!

A huge sound echoed.

The expensive pear wood low table broke into two pieces, one on the left and one on the right, lying upside down at the feet of Su Ze and Gojo Satoru respectively.

The strong wind lifted up the strands of hair beside Su Ze's ears.

The cross section of the low table is clean and smooth, without any burrs.

Gojo Satoru casually stretched out a hand to block Fushiguro Megumi to help him block the aftermath. Fushiguro Megumi was stunned for a moment.

Zenin Naoya, who leaned forward and stretched out a hand, stood there in a daze.

Tick.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down his chin.

The flawless white sword stopped steadily half an inch in front of his throat. The sword was slender and straight, exuding a soft and gentle aura.

Zenin Naoya swallowed hard. His throbbing Adam's apple touched the tip of the sword, and a bright red spot of blood oozed out.

Su Ze was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, holding the intricately patterned teacup in his right hand - it was the only intact cup in the room.

He took the teacup from his mouth and placed it casually at his side. The porcelain cup was actually suspended in the air, and the white mist held it steadily.

He held his left hand upright in front of his chest, with his index and middle fingers together, forming a sword-like gesture. A faint thread of Qi lingered on his fingertips, which was completely consistent with the Qi remaining on the cross-section of the low table.

Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the young man who was almost the same age as him for the first time.

Zenin Naoya's eyes met with Su Ze's, his pupils shrank instantly, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

"'Projection spell'? Almost there—"

He spoke in a flat tone, looking down on the world.

"Projection Spell", one of the Zenin family's direct lineage techniques. When used, objects moving within the user's line of sight will be slowed down, broken down into 24 frames per second, and tracked. Anything touched by the holder's palm that does not move according to the predetermined trajectory may be frozen for one second.

The servants around were horrified and fell to their knees on the ground, trembling all over.

Zenin Shan and Zenin Shinichi, who were kneeling, straightened their bodies at the same time, holding the sword in one hand, ready to draw it at any time.

The atmosphere reached a freezing point, and both sides were on the verge of a fight.

“…This child is Hui?”

The old man sitting opposite Su Ze spoke slowly.

He was wearing a dark bathrobe and a black belt. His graying hair was combed back and two thin mustaches were curled up at the corners of his mouth.

?Naohito Zenin, the 26th head of the Zenin family.

He burped loudly, put down the wine gourd in his hand, and said the first words of the day.

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Chao, Master Su, what are you doing? This is so cool!