CHAPTER 305: CHAPTER 305: SPECIAL SPELLS

They looked up at Gojo Kumaen. After all, both of them were from the Gojo Clan, and as the head of the family, Gojo Kumaen should know more than they did.

But facing everyone’s expectant and doubtful gazes, he smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, even I was surprised by Satoru’s condition. But no matter what, Satoshi is a genius sorcerer trained as the next head of the Gojo Clan. He has never let us down."

Inside the stadium.

On the high platform.

Now, he would face the strongest duo of the younger generation.

After a moment of stunned silence, the audience in front of the screen could no longer sit still.

Soon, a black-haired boy rushed to his side and supported him.

"What just happened?!"

If nothing unexpected happened, the next moment would be the most difficult.

Toji and Yuto both let out long sighs of relief.

They stared at the screen, afraid to blink.

The excitement from earlier vanished instantly, replaced with disbelief and resentment.

"Damn it, I forgot! He demonstrated it back during the entrance exam!"

The others slowly turned their eyes back to the screen, anticipation filling their gazes.

Even she hadn’t expected Satoru to lose in the end.

In the distance, where the lingering smoke obstructed the view, a dark silhouette appeared.

At her words, everyone’s eyes turned to the large screen.

The person appearing now was likely the winner of the battle.

But it was understandable. The combat ability Satoru just displayed was overwhelming, even among Special Grade sorcerers.

But Satoshi’s was a unique, vibrant purple.

Yuki looked at the screen, where the dust was gradually settling, and said thoughtfully, "The result of the fight is about to be revealed."

Toji looked at Gojo Satoru, who had now stood back up. His eyes were solemn.

It was easy to tell—the armband colors were different.

But the match wasn’t over yet.

He clutched his chest, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

How did he manage to do it?

Everyone stared at Satoshi on the screen with complex expressions.

At this moment, Satoru had been elevated to the same threat level as his brother, Satoshi.

In that instant, Satoshi had launched two simultaneous spells, overcoming Satoru’s attack and turning the tide.

Could he hold them back?

A figure slowly emerged.

I wonder how likely I am to defeat them.

At that, everyone’s expressions turned a little strange.

But even so, when they truly saw that level of destruction, a wave of tension surged in their hearts.

The blue armbands on their arms confirmed their identities.

"That was really dangerous, Satoru," Satoshi raised his eyes and smiled faintly.

Finally, the dust cleared.

As expected, Suguru was about to take action.

Could he really still have a chance against an opponent like the current Gojo Satoru?

It was Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

Everyone had expected such a scene.

But the person standing there wasn’t Gojo Satoru.

The first thing that came into view was a devastated forest.

"Technically, Satoshi’s jujutsu shouldn’t surpass Satoru’s, but it doesn’t necessarily mean Satoru will win either."

It was Satoshi, standing silently with a blank expression.

Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the auditorium...

"It’s a spell... Don’t forget, Satoshi can use jujutsu now too..."

"Satoshi, you really are strong. What was that jujutsu just now?"

"This isn’t over..."

"Why are both Gojo Satoru and Satoshi still standing?!"

Some still refused to accept the outcome and continued scanning the screen for the Tokyo team.

I can’t wait to say hello."

A young boy staggered up from the ground, swaying like a reed in the wind.

The entire audience held their breath. Silence fell.

At that moment, the purple light on the boy’s arm was especially striking.

You couldn’t even defeat Satoru alone... how could you fight both teams?

No one had expected him to turn things around in such a desperate situation.

He didn’t believe Satoru would fall so easily.

All eyes were fixed on the battlefield, searching for the victor.

"Satoshi really won." Yuki smiled, her face blooming with pride.

Hearing this, the others all nodded in agreement.

He let out a long breath, then looked up at Satoshi with an unconvinced expression.

He was looking forward to facing his future opponent.

Satoshi had nearly lost to Gojo Satoru just now.

Satoru belonged to the Tokyo team, whose color was blue. The Kyoto team wore red.

They suddenly understood something, and their expressions began to twist.

Naobito said, "It was indeed an incredible battle. But don’t forget, Satoshi’s target is two teams."

As time passed, the aftershocks from Gojo Satoru’s attack began to dissipate.

Under the healing of Ieiri Shoko’s Reverse Cursed Technique, Satoru’s condition quickly stabilized.

If the battle had taken place inside Jujutsu High, even the reinforced barriers might not have held.

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Shoko followed close behind, her expression solemn. She immediately activated her Reverse Cursed Technique to heal Satoru’s injuries.

Choso watched the screen with slight regret in his eyes and muttered softly, "The Gojo brothers really are monsters. A duel between Special Grade sorcerers... as expected.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from the dust.

Then, the Zanpakutō Sode no Shirayuki reappeared in his hand, confirming his identity once again.

(To be continued.)