The King of Curses Can't Stop Me from Becoming an Idol Ch. 84

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Sukuna reached out with his left hand, catching her fist and shifting his weight slightly to redirect her momentum, neutralizing the force behind her strike.

Saki's fighting style was all about double punches—if the right missed, the left followed right after.

He already knew her pattern. The moment her left fist came in, he threw his own punch to intercept, while one of his right hands grabbed her arm and slammed her straight into the ground.

Her body lost all balance and crashed down hard, carving out another deep crater.

Her mind went totally blank for a second.

Her hand-to-hand combat skills were honestly garbage, and she had zero fighting instincts. She usually relied purely on brute strength and speed to steamroll her way through. But now that Sukuna was matching her in both power and speed, she was getting wrecked.

Luckily, her body was tough enough that she came out without a scratch. Mentally, though, she took a hit.

She had never been beaten like this before.

Saki lay on the ground for a while without getting up, staring up at Sukuna as he towered over her, looking down with that cold, godlike gaze. Her eyes started to tear up, and she felt completely wronged.

She knew she was being a hypocrite. She'd beaten Sukuna to a pulp plenty of times before and never once felt bad about it. But now that it was her getting hit—even if she wasn't injured—she still felt like he was being way too harsh.

Sukuna saw her reaction and froze for a second, clearly caught off guard. Then his brows furrowed in irritation.

"If you're planning to face me with that attitude," he said, voice cold, "then get ready to die. Don't expect me to hold back."

Saki pressed her lips together tightly. Maybe even she realized how pathetic she looked right now. Tears welled up in her eyes but didn't fall.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, then stood up again.

"I don't need you to go easy on me."

And with that, she charged forward again—and got launched back again. But this time, she didn't sulk. The second she hit the ground, she sprang back up for another round.

With every hit that sent her flying, she started learning to avoid repeating the same mistakes. She stopped blindly punching straight ahead, and her power and speed gradually began climbing.

Sukuna's eyes lit up as he watched her. The smile on his face grew wider with each moment.

Yes.

That's exactly what I wanted to see.

The battle gradually shifted from one-sided domination to an even back-and-forth.

Still, Sukuna remained perfectly composed. He hadn't gone all out—not even close. He barely used his cursed techniques, only tossing out a slash every now and then in the middle of an exchange, like he was testing something.

Saki didn't care at all. Those slashes couldn't get past her defenses anyway. At most, they shredded her clothes a little. But the stalemate was starting to get on her nerves, and her power-up speed began to accelerate.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, finally deciding it was about time to get serious. After another close exchange, he created some distance between them, then formed hand signs and activated his domain.

"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine."

A shrine drenched in bloodlust appeared, surrounded by a field of white bones.

Saki paused for only a second before charging in without hesitation. But just as she reached him, the ground beneath her feet split apart from a slash. She stumbled and lost her balance.

Sukuna didn't miss the opening and kicked her straight into the air.

She flew a good ten-plus meters, smashing through several trees before crashing to a stop. This time, she didn't get up right away. Instead, she huffed in annoyance—then suddenly jabbed both hands into the ground and started prying the earth upward.

Like hell she was the only one without a finisher move.

Her ultimate: Table Flip, Serious Mode.

A massive section of the ground beneath them tore up and launched into the sky in huge chunks, like walls of black stone erupting from the earth.

The mountain of debris rained down like an avalanche, burying Sukuna and his shrine beneath a cascade of rubble.

Did she win?

Saki stood still, watching the destroyed terrain ahead of her.

Then, a second later, for the first time in her life, a sense of danger hit her hard. Her body moved faster than her brain—dodging to the side on instinct alone.

A slash that felt like it could split the world sliced right past her cheek, leaving a thin scratch.

She froze in place, stunned. Her hand slowly touched her face. There was no blood, but she could feel the cut—and it stung a little.

She'd been injured.

She'd actually gotten hurt.

"As I thought." Sukuna stepped out of the rubble, completely calm as he looked at her stunned expression. "Brat, you really are wasting that body of yours."

From the start of the fight, he'd been observing—watching how her strength grew. And he'd figured it out: her power level surged noticeably under two specific conditions.

The first was when she consciously tried to get stronger.

Every time she threw a punch and he took it head-on, the next one always hit harder.

The second was instinctual growth during moments of crisis.

Whenever she took a hit that exceeded her current physical limits, her body would reflexively boost its power in the moment to protect itself from damage.

But there was a catch. Her power didn't grow in sudden jumps—it grew on a curve.

In simpler terms, it took time to reach a needed power level. Not long, just a fraction of a second—but still, it wasn't instant.

So, if he launched an attack that was both fast enough and far beyond her current defense threshold, she wouldn't have time to power up in response—and she'd get hurt.

And really, it all boiled down to one thing: her will to grow stronger just wasn't that intense.

She didn't have any killing intent toward him. All she wanted was to beat him with just enough power to win—not to overwhelm or destroy.

"If you don't come at me with the intent to kill, to instantly make yourself stronger—my next strike will take your head," Sukuna said flatly.

He honestly shouldn't have warned her—but maybe he felt it'd be a waste otherwise. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, he said it.

Too bad the girl wasn't listening.

She was still touching the scratch on her cheek, completely lost in her own little world.

Just as he was debating whether to just go in for the kill or give her one last warning, she finally lowered her hand—and then a flood of turbulent emotions rushed over him.

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