RWWOKS Chapter 79

Chapter 79: The Explosive Black Flash

Listening to the conversation between the two, the Third Lower Moon let out a wildly arrogant laugh.

“Trying to bypass me to deal with Enmu?”

In an instant, his figure disappeared, and the next moment, Ali felt a heavy punch land on his abdomen.

“You’re dreaming!”

Bingye’s speed was incredibly fast, his short-distance bursts even more terrifying than those of the Flame Pillar.

Despite his vast combat experience, the sorcerer was still caught off guard, his body lifted three feet off the ground by the punch.

“With just this strength, you think you can stop me? It seems the Demon Slayer Corps is full of boastful fools.” Bingye spun around and delivered another kick, hitting his target with absolute certainty.

His opponent’s weakness was so evident, it even made him feel bored.

Bingye was the most explosive among the Lower Moons; otherwise, he wouldn’t have considered fleeing when facing Muzan.

Sheer explosiveness might not make him the top demon among the Twelve Kizuki, but it was incredibly effective for wiping out the weak.

If his opponents couldn’t keep up with his speed, the fight would end in an instant—just like the scene unfolding before him.

With two powerful kicks, the fool could only be sent flying out of the train.

Before his opponent could catch up again, Bingye had plenty of time to take care of the other one.

Things should have developed this way. But as Ali was thrown backward, he used his cursed energy to form a thread between them.

Drawing on his companion’s creativity, Ali successfully dragged the enemy off the train with him.

Witnessing the entire process, Fang Bo remained silent for a few seconds before continuing toward the front of the train.

He was about to face Enmu alone, and he had no time to worry about others.

All he could do was pray that Ali had some hidden tricks; otherwise, dealing with that incredibly fast guy would be difficult.

As he observed the fleshy walls gradually appearing around him, Fang Bo knew that the enemy had fully fused with the train.

What stood before him was merely a shell; the real Enmu was hidden among the countless tentacles.

Others might have to follow the plot protagonist’s example, trying various methods to get close to the enemy’s true form. But for Fang Bo, it seemed unnecessary.

“Jorogumo, use Spider Blade. Paralyze the enemy with your poison.”

The tentacles kept trying to devour the passengers, which indicated that they were connected to the enemy’s body.

Jorogumo’s poison could inhibit cellular regeneration, and by attacking the surrounding fleshy walls, they could effectively prevent the tentacles from constantly regenerating.

Without the endless numbers, the so-called strongest of the Lower Moons was nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Fang Bo manipulated his puppet to slice through the tentacles attacking him, then crouched down, placing his palm on the disgusting flesh.

“Plunder!”

The skill activated, and life force began to pour into his body.

As long as his hand stayed in place and the enemy couldn’t heal, Fang Bo could drain the enemy to death.

It was Enmu who should be worried now.

On the other side, Bingye, who had fallen off the train, was stomping furiously.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

He thought he could easily deal with both of them, only to be sneakily tricked.

Luckily, his speed was incredible. If he could quickly kill his opponent, catching up to the train wouldn’t be a problem.

After all, it was just an old coal-powered train, not a modern high-speed rail. Its speed wasn’t much faster than a galloping horse.

With Bingye’s speed, he could be back in the fight within minutes.

“I need to prove my worth, or else Lord Muzan…”

By this time, the sorcerer had already eaten a cake to replenish the life force he had lost earlier.

Seeing the murderous Lower Moon in front of him, Ali knew that with his current strength, he probably couldn’t handle such a powerful opponent.

But since he had already made bold claims, there was no way he could flee in disgrace.

“Sigh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried to look cool.”

His spirit transformed into a surge of cursed energy, and he swung his cursed tool at the powerful enemy before him.

His weapon, from the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, had strong restraining powers against evil beings.

Even though the difference in their attributes was immense, his attack still managed to draw blood, slicing off the enemy’s wrist.

“Now’s my chance!” Ali clenched two coins, preparing to unleash his original technique to blow the enemy’s head off.

But he was too slow. Bingye raised his unharmed right hand and struck Ali’s jaw with lightning speed.

“Too weak! You’re far too weak!!!”

Bingye was acting extremely arrogant, not even considering his opponent as a threat.

For humans, a severed arm might result in permanent disability, but to him, it was nothing more than a minor scratch.

“You’re wasting my time.” Bingye gathered his strength, determined to end the fight with the next strike.

This weakling wasn’t worthy of being his opponent. The one he truly wanted to kill was the Flame Pillar.

A red glow enveloped Bingye’s body, and like an arrow, he shot toward his enemy.

Blood Demon Art: Explosive Flash Strike!

Having been severely wounded multiple times, Ali suddenly recalled the conversation from the previous night.

The three of them, bored in the small inn, had discussed ways to enhance their powers.

The ninja decided to keep honing his techniques, hating reckless fighters, and intended to study how to improve his Sharingan.

Jason wanted to complete his Shikigami’s mission and capture a Summoning Beast, ideally a powerful one with both functional and offensive capabilities.

He also mentioned knowing a summoner friend who doubled his combat power by commanding two Shikigami simultaneously.

As for Ali, he didn’t have a clear direction. His only idea was to keep improving his attributes and see if he could master “Domain Expansion,” a special technique.

To his surprise, Jason suddenly mentioned an encounter with a Reincarnator who had visited the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.

This person’s power was terrifying, and during their conversation, he had brought up a special cursed energy technique: Black Flash.

The essence of this ability lay in the collision and fusion of energies. Only when physical attacks and cursed energy were synchronized within an error margin of no more than 0.000001 seconds could the attack’s power increase exponentially to unimaginable levels.

According to him, no sorcerer could intentionally unleash Black Flash. Rather than a combat technique, it was more about the sorcerer’s luck.

The strength of Black Flash depended on the user’s cursed energy and physical power. In short, it was calculated based on actual values of strength and mental energy.

Ali didn’t fully understand such a complex concept. He only knew that even with his “Forced Harmony” trait, meeting the requirements to release Black Flash wasn’t easy.

No matter how well it seemed to blend, two forces with different natures couldn’t perfectly merge.

Ali’s talent merely allowed the fluctuations between the two to approach zero.

He had never tried Black Flash. Who knew if he could pull it off? But now, at the brink of life and death, he had no choice but to try.

“Wish me luck.” A smile like a blooming flower briefly flashed through his mind, and Ali’s gaze grew firm.

He swore to bring his wife back to life, so no matter what, he couldn’t die here.

Taking a horse-riding stance, he placed his fist at his side, and a surge of cursed energy began to flicker violently.

The enemy was fast, closing the distance in an instant. Ali had no time for deep thought or hesitation.

All he could do was follow his instincts, pushing his innate technique to the limit and throwing a heavy punch at the oncoming enemy.

In that moment, black lightning exploded out of nowhere, easily shattering the enemy’s Blood Demon Art and continuing forward, piercing a bloody hole through Bingye’s chest.

With such a devastating blow, even the demon’s formidable healing abilities wouldn’t let him move for a while.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ali grabbed his cursed tool and slashed at the enemy’s neck.

The unfortunate Lower Moon didn’t even get a final word out before his head was severed.

Looking at the orange treasure chest on the ground, the sorcerer grinned, but a sudden wave of pain assaulted his mind.

Knowing something was wrong, he quickly stashed the treasure chest into his spatial mark while his consciousness was still intact.

Ali’s status panel showed he had only 2 points of mental energy left, just one step away from brain death.

It should be noted that he had come from the story world and had trained hard for many years before entering the Reincarnation Space. His attributes far surpassed those of Reincarnators from lower-difficulty worlds.

In terms of mental energy alone, Ali’s base stat was 14, and with all his gear, it had just hit the 20-point threshold.

Since he had maintained a full state before the fight, it meant that one Black Flash had cost him 18 points of mental energy.

No wonder it caused such terrifying damage; that level of expenditure would be fatal to most Reincarnators.

“Damn it… This is bad.” Trembling, he pulled out a syringe and injected the black liquid inside into his body.

It was a stimulant that could restore mental energy, incredibly expensive. Ali usually wouldn’t dream of using it under normal circumstances.

“I need to hurry back.” He stood up with difficulty, ignoring the dissolving remains of the Lower Moon, and began sprinting toward the train.

The idea was good, but the problem was that Ali’s speed attribute wasn’t high enough to catch up to

 the already speeding train on foot.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” The sorcerer was dumbfounded.

At that moment, a figure rushed toward him from behind, closing the distance before he could react.

Infinity Train, Car 1, Rooftop.

Seven or eight tentacles flailed wildly, attempting to attack the figure crouching on the ground.

But they couldn’t break through the headless puppet’s defense.

At level eight, Ali’s manipulation technique finally allowed the puppet to show its true combat strength.

With a pair of arm blades, it defended perfectly, slicing any tentacles trying to attack it in half.

As for Jorogumo, she had already stabbed her eight legs into the enemy’s body, pumping her venom into it.

The result was that the enemy was losing its terrifying regeneration abilities.

Without cellular regeneration, Enmu lost his strongest defense.

To keep the pressure on his opponent, Enmu had to continuously drain his own flesh. Layer by layer, his weakness was finally exposed.

“It’s about time.”

Ceasing his life force absorption, Fang Bo cast Deterioration, instantly igniting the blood and flesh of the train’s front.

(Chapter ends)

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