The black liquid reford into a humanoid shape, carrying an imnse aura of resentnt, and slowly stood up from the ground.
It was the sa vengeful spirit from just now.
"Ooooh, haaaah—"
It let out a twisted wail, its completely naked body bearing countless scars of upturned flesh, deep enough to reveal bone, seeping with a black, foul-slling fluid.
Fujiwara Reya frowned.
During its reformation, the surrounding resentnt continuously flowed in, swiftly surging its power beyond its peak, directly breaking through to the upper echelon...
So in other words,
Kasahara Asuka’s frantic and explosive attack just now didn’t kill it but instead buffed it up?
What’s the principle behind this?
Fujiwara Reya had been in the exorcism profession for over a year, with many bizarre experiences, even once being proposed to by a vengeful spirit.
But it was his first ti encountering a situation like this.
It felt quite refreshing.
So he planned to stay put for now and see how things would unfold.
On top of the tent, Hiraki Niro’s eyes flashed with a nacing smile.
The vengeful spirit’s power reached the upper echelon, and now the little witch definitely couldn’t handle it, so the little priest had to step in, right...
Kasahara Asuka was quite baffled.
She racked her brains trying to understand.
How did the vengeful spirit, which was clearly lted down earlier, revive, and its power seed to surpass her own?
"Uh-uh..." The vengeful spirit let out a painful wail, staring at Kasahara Asuka with its spiteful red eyes, hysterically questioning, "How many hits did you land on just now?"
"Eh?" Kasahara Asuka didn’t expect it to ask such a question and instinctively replied, "100 Spirit Talismans, of course, 100 hits."
"You hit so painfully!"
The vengeful spirit shrieked, its resentnt growing ever more intense.
"You know—"
"When I died, I was cut exactly 100 tis—"
Its expanding body, distorted face, the vengeful spirit roared as it lunged at Kasahara Asuka.
"So that’s how it is..." Fujiwara Reya suddenly realized.
Rember!
The strength of a vengeful spirit depends on its degree of resentnt, and its resentnt depends on the depth of its hatred.
This vengeful spirit in front of him was tortured to death with 100 cuts, making those 100 cuts forever its source of hatred; Kasahara Asuka’s previous Katyusha thod, due to her attack power being similar to the spirit’s, couldn’t instantaneously kill it.
The Katyusha thod can’t explode all at once, turning it into a scraping attack.
During the process, the vengeful spirit relived its tornt before death, doubling its hatred index.
And know this.
Hatred makes the vengeful spirit stronger.
Hence, this vengeful spirit rapidly absorbed a massive amount of resentnt, breaking through to the upper echelon in power.
Facing the charging vengeful spirit, Kasahara Asuka was surprisingly calm.
After all, she was a shrine maiden of the Tokyo Grand Shrine.
After all, she was the rising star of the entire Shintoism.
Although the current situation was a bit problematic, facing a vengeful spirit now stronger than her, Kasahara Asuka didn’t lose her composure.
"Senior, watch closely," she even boasted leisurely to Fujiwara Reya while reaching into her pocket to retrieve sothing, saying proudly, "Asuka has a set of 3 million yen worth of Five Elents Sigils that can utilize the power of yin and yang, the five elents to stack an ultra-powerful explosive spell, let demonstrate it to you..."
Her words abruptly stopped.
The little witch’s face stiffened for a few seconds.
Then.
She decisively turned around.
Darted away at full speed.
Simultaneously.
Shouted out loudly.
"Aaaah, Senior, save , Asuka forgot to bring the Five Elents Sigils—"
"..."
At that mont, Fujiwara Reya felt both exasperated and amused.
Exasperated because he had such a pig-headed teammate.
Amused because Asuka was indeed quite adorable.
The little witch running desperately in her wooden clogs stumbled, almost about to fall, but Fujiwara Reya swiftly rushed forward, one hand supporting her waist to shield her at his side, while the other hand raised high, forming a fist to smash down.
A finishing move with a maiden in arms!
Gathering all his strength, he punched the vengeful spirit on the head.
"Puh~!"
A muffled sound, like hitting a bundle of cotton.
The vengeful spirit remained completely unmoved.
Its deeply bloodshot, swollen eyes, full of hatred, stared wide with an unusual fierceness.
"Rest in peace. I will avenge you," Fujiwara Reya showed an elegant smile.
The face of the vengeful spirit, shredded and fragnted, slightly twisted its half-missing lips, appearing to have a faint smile. In the next second, its already decayed body turned into countless tiny black grains, scattering all over the ground.
Against an upper-echelon opponent, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t exorcise it directly without using demonic power.
This punch of his rely dispersed the vengeful spirit’s resentnt.
Next, soone still needed to use spells to clean up these tiny particles to truly kill the vengeful spirit.
"Asuka, my dear," Fujiwara Reya looked at the little witch in his arms, a serene smile spreading on his lips, "I can’t perform spells; I’m leaving this head to you."
Kasahara Asuka blinked hard, staring at him dazedly.
The cool moonlight cast on the boy’s face, making him seem like a floating cloud in the wind, with an easygoing deanor that had an incredible allure.
The little witch felt her cheeks starting to heat up.
Her body began to weaken.
Her heartbeat and breathing grew rapid.
Stop blushing like a teapot... Fujiwara Reya quickly let go.
"Oh, I’ll pick it up now..." Kasahara Asuka softly responded, then blushed so hard even her ears turned red.
She bowed her head, reaching into her pocket with her tender, bamboo shoot-like hand to pull out a Spirit Talisman, murmuring softly like a tiny mosquito, "Bless the rabbit, vengeful spirit be gone, forgive—"
The Spirit Talisman slipped lazily from her fingertips.
Fell slowly to the ground and transford gradually into a blue light, engrossing countless black particles little by little.
Mmm.
When a caster is absent-minded, the resulting incantation turns into this kind of lackluster spell.
Looking at the blush-red ears under the junior’s orange hair, Fujiwara Reya noticed sothing else—her skills in emotional matters seed to be all attack, with low defense.
Right now, her resistance to being pushed against a wall should be minimal... Thinking this, he couldn’t help but laugh.
With her head bowed, a distracted Kasahara Asuka heard the laugh, looked up at him, and asked puzzled, "What’s Senior laughing at?"
"I want to push you against the wall," Fujiwara Reya replied honestly.
"Eh, is Senior confessing again?" Kasahara Asuka’s entire face turned red, and startled, she jumped back several steps, hands swinging wildly, "Sorry, I’m really sorry, I can’t accept it! Though I was a bit moved just now, it must have been a montary impulse post-’Hero saving beauty’. Upon calming down, I don’t have feelings for Senior. Please, don’t be like this!"
"The reason for refusing has changed this ti," Fujiwara Reya comnted.
"There’ll be many more rejections for you in the future," Kasahara Asuka playfully smiled, sticking out her tongue at him, "Nyaa~~"
On top of the tent.
Hiraki Niro slowly climbed down, departing under the cover of night.
The little priest’s strength was identified, indeed possessing an upper-echelon power that he couldn’t match. Now he had to report back to his sister-in-law, let her co and drain him dry.
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