In JJK With Naruto Powers-Chapter 142: Best Brother Vs Worst Brother

The sudden burst of terrifying red blood made Naoya stand there in a daze.

How... how is this possible?!

With such an outrageous amount of blood loss, he still has the energy to unleash such might?

No, it is absolutely impossible for humans to use the Blood Manipulation Technique in such a large extent.

Then that means the indestructible cockroach in front of him must be the legendary Cursed Womb: Death Painting.

Choso was bathed in the sea of blood, and with every step he took, his aura rapidly intensified.

His hoarse voice sounded again.

"I must walk in front of my brother and stand for him."

"Cut off all obstacles in his path—this is the meaning and value of my life!"

"Someone like you must be very cold and indifferent to the people in your family, right?"

Hearing this, Naoya's expression froze for a moment. He thought of his two younger sisters, Maki and Mai.

In comparison, he does seem to be quite indifferent?

Naoya laughed and said, "Hahaha! No! The Zenin clan only respects the strong. Why should I care about those two pieces of trash?"

"Maki is a piece of trash who can't even sense cursed energy. Their only function is to highlight my strength."

Choso retorted, "As a brother, I totally disagree with your absurd remarks!"

"I have never thought about changing your mind because you are hopeless!"

His sonorous and powerful words rang out, and at the same time, the sea of blood behind him surged forward.

Faced with this large-scale attack, Naoya was forced to use his innate cursed technique to evade.

However, the small droplets of blood that splashed onto his body had no lethal power at all.

Seeing this, Naoya grinned and asked, "So it's just the last stand of a dying man?"

It seems that the opponent is seriously injured, making his seemingly terrifying attack ineffective.

Scaring people—that's his only remaining function.

Just as Naoya was gloating—

An extremely fast piercing attack struck.

The compressed red blood, sharp as a blade, had a tracking effect.

No matter how Naoya tried to dodge, he couldn't escape its pursuit.

At this moment, the proud son of the Zenin clan no longer had any arrogance on his face.

In his haste to evade, he left a gap in his lower body unguarded.

Bang!

Choso, moving at incredible speed, delivered a side kick infused with the Blood Manipulation Technique.

Naoya instinctively raised his hands to block but was still blasted backward by the immense impact.

Naoya barely steadied himself and looked down.

His noble clothing, symbolizing his status in the Zenin clan, was already stained with blood.

Not only that, but the blood that had seeped into his clothes caused his own blood to coagulate.

His legs felt as if they were filled with lead—unbearably heavy.

Naoya's eyes widened in horror. For the first time, fear crept into his expression.

"Your blood... is it poisoned?"

But the only response he received was an indifferent voice.

"Those who don't know how to cherish their brothers and sisters must be killed."

Choso, his body covered in wounds, closed his eyes. He clapped his hands together, and pointed them at Naoya like the barrel of a gun.

To protect his younger brother, he had spent over a hundred years refining this single technique.

A technique designed solely by him, based on the characteristics of his unique bloodline. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Supernova!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions erupted like detonating time bombs.

Without warning, clusters of crimson blood spheres burst forth from Naoya's body, blooming like flowers of death.

Each explosion was like a crimson spear, piercing straight through him.

An overwhelming, suffocating pain engulfed Naoya. His bloodshot eyes widened in shock as he let out a miserable cry.

A few seconds later, he collapsed to his knees, muttering in disbelief.

"No... Impossible..."

"I am the pride of the Zenin clan... the only rightful heir... the future head of the clan...!"

"To die at the hands of a lowly piece of trash who is blinded by family affection?"

"There is no cure."

Choso's gaze was cold as he raised a blood-formed arrow at his fingertips.

Just as he was about to end Naoya once and for all—

A voice called out.

"Choso!"

Struggling, Choso turned his head toward the sound and saw Yuji walking toward him—completely unharmed.

Beside him was Kazuma, and Yuta, who had been pursuing him earlier.

As he processed this, his vision dimmed, and his body collapsed.

Luckily, Yuju rushed forward just in time to catch him.

Holding his battered and bruised form in his arms, Yuji felt a wave of emotions surge through him.

Naoya, with a bloodied face, knelt on the ground, head lowered in thought.

"Cough... Yuta-kun... save me..."

Naoya's weak voice broke the silence.

His body was battered beyond recognition—his arrogance shattered.

Looking up, he pleaded with Yuta, his eyes full of desperation.

But before Yuta could respond—

SPLAT!

Kazuma's foot stomped heavily onto Naoya's face.

With a twisted grin, Kazuma ground his foot down, distorting Naoya's features.

"You! How dare you humiliate me like this?! Do you know who I am?!"

Kazuma said, "Of course I do. You're the son of Zenin Naobito. Your father should be grateful to me. Otherwise, he wouldn't just have a broken arm."

"But knowing you, I bet your father's death would only make you happier, wouldn't it?"

At Kazuma's words, Naoya's heart pounded in panic.

How does he know him so well?

He slowly shifted his gaze toward Kazuma's face—

And then it hit him.

Kazuma?!

There was no doubt. The Three Sorcerer Clan had all received his wanted poster from the higher-ups.

No wonder Yuji hadn't died—he was the one who had saved him.

Realizing this, Naoya turned back to Yuta.

"Yuta-kun... Save me... The Zenin clan will reward you generously..."

However, Yuta remained unfazed. Without a word, he rubbed the ring on his finger, completely ignoring Naoya's desperate plea.

Yuta had no sympathy for Naoya. In fact, he found him disgusting.

During his time at Jujutsu High, Maki had spoken of how much the Zenin clan despised her.

Kazuma pressed his foot down harder and said, "Looks like the 'young master' of the Zenin clan isn't as powerful as he thought he was."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Maki said she'd be the one to take your life."

At those words, Naoya, who had been thinking of continuing his pleas, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! That trash? The one who can't even sense cursed energy?"

"My delusional sister dreams of becoming like Toji?"

The Zenin clan truly had a talent for ruining their own greatest assets.

First, they ostracized Fushiguro Toji, the strongest Zenin in history.

Now, they ridiculed Maki, the one who would inherit his monstrous strength.

What a waste of a legacy.

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