Pfft~
The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes silent.
Everyone, who had just been worried about the two fighting, now wore expressions of bewilderment, just like Satoru.
What the heck! What is this situation!
Before Satoru could react.
Alex Moyan continued to smirk wickedly: "Go ahead and let out a chain of farts."
Pffft pffft pffft~~~
A series of crisp fart sounds came from behind Satoru.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
"No, no, I'm going to die laughing!"
Watching the utterly humiliated Satoru, Utahime was the first to burst out laughing, wildly slapping the floor until tears streamed from her eyes.
Influenced by Utahime, the others couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably.
Even Geto Suguru did.
"I'm sorry, Satoru, you can't blame me for this."
"Because this is just too hilarious! Hahahaha!"
Yaga Masamichi also couldn't help but roar with laughter, grumbling: "I never knew Cursed Speech Technique had this kind of application. I've truly seen the world today, truly seen the world!"
Satoru found it unbelievable. He was currently using Limitless to protect himself.
How could he possibly be affected by his Cursed Speech Technique.
"Social Death: The meaning is to suffer humiliation in public, to the extent that one is too ashamed to face anyone and only wishes for a crack in the ground to crawl into. This is called'Social Death'."
"So, Classmate Satoru, do you understand what Social Death means now?"
Alex Moyan explained the meaning of Social Death to everyone.
Satoru sneered coldly, showing no fear.
"Just farting a few times, do you think you can kill me?"
Hearing this, Alex Moyan gave another sinister, chilling laugh.
"I think you completely misunderstand. It can come with fillings, you know."
"Ah~ I suddenly remembered I have laundry drying outside that I forgot to bring in. I'll take my leave now, Classmate Alex."
Satoru rubbed his head, gave a sheepish smile, said that, and then vanished from the training ground.
His speed probably surpassed even Alex Moyan when he was using Martial God Possession.
Indeed, when facing a life-or-death situation, people can unleash unparalleled potential.
Alex Moyan watched Satoru's retreating, fleeing figure and stretched lazily.
"I didn't expect this trick to be so useful. Tsk tsk tsk. It truly lives up to being comprehended by someone with Heaven-Defying Comprehension; it's really heaven-defying."
If this Cursed Technique were given to the middle-aged aunties or master trash-talkers.
The resulting scene, I simply dare not imagine.
It seems I need to study this more in the future.
Otherwise, won't I be able to just say:
{"Pull shit! Fart!"}
Followed by a barrage of unspeakable words.
In that scenario, forget Satoru; even Sukuna would have to kneel.
In terms of Cursed Technique power and practicality, Limitless Cursed Speech Technique was indeed Alex Moyan's strongest Cursed Speech Technique right now.
Unsolvable, heaven-defying!
The fight ended, and Alex Moyan walked outside the arena.
He recognized Utahime and Mei Mei at a glance.
At that time, Utahime did not yet have the hideous scar slashing across her face.
Her complexion was like congealed fat, charming and lovely—a vibrant and beautiful young woman.
"You must be Senior Utahime, right?"
Alex Moyan excitedly rushed forward, tightly grasping Utahime's slender, jade-like hands.
Being touched by a male this closely for the first time caused Utahime, who had never been in a relationship, to instantly blush.
And that guy was so handsome! Most importantly, he not only beat up Satoru but also made him look ridiculous.
This feeling was truly exhilarating!
Utahime nodded, shyly tilting her head.
"I've long heard that Senior Utahime's dancing is exquisitely beautiful, like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal realm."
"Please, you must let me appreciate your dance!"
"Oh right, there should be a dance studio at the school, perhaps we could go there?"
Alex Moyan said with a smile, looking at Utahime with anticipation.
Utahime's face had already flushed red up to her ears. Hearing Alex Moyan's earnest request, she inexplicably agreed to it.
Watching Utahime nod in agreement, Alex Moyan thought to himself.
"I didn't expect her to agree so quickly. I wonder what kind of surprise her Cursed Technique will bring me?"
Alex Moyan grabbed Utahime's hand and prepared to head to the teaching building.
After all, he was impatient.
Wasn't the reason he came to Jujutsu High for all of this?
This ambiguous scene immediately elicited teasing 'Ohs' from the onlookers.
"Indeed, youth is wonderful."
Yaga Masamichi sighed with deep feeling. When he was young, he too had such a sweet and innocent romantic experience.
Thinking back now, it was still so memorable.
Disturbed by the others, Utahime's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head even further.
"I don't know why, but his hand feels so warm and comfortable."
"Could this be the taste of love?"
Utahime was led away by Alex Moyan without any resistance.
Utahime thought Alex Moyan was captivated by her beauty, but that wasn't the case.
What Alex Moyan truly wanted was her Cursed Technique.
The two soon arrived at the room where Utahime usually practiced dancing.
Here, Alex Moyan not only observed Utahime's dance up close.
But also experienced Utahime's Cursed Technique.
Ultimately, Alex Moyan successfully obtained a brand new Cursed Technique as he wished.
However, this Cursed Technique did not strike Alex Moyan as amazing.
This didn't mean the Cursed Technique he comprehended was weak; rather, among the Cursed Techniques he already possessed, this one seemed quite ordinary.
After comprehending Utahime's Cursed Technique, Alex Moyan offered his thanks.
Then he said he would treat Utahime to a meal another time to properly repay her.
Afterward, he left the room, instantly throwing the matter out of his mind.
A few days later.
In the recreation room, Alex Moyan and Geto Suguru and the others were playing Mahjong.
"Peng!"
"Gojo."
"Hu, Pure Thirteen Orphans."
"You lost again, Satoru."
At the table, Geto Suguru squinted, smiling at the furious Satoru.
"Including this round, Satoru, you've lost to Shoko eight times, me ten times, Geto Suguru twenty times, and a Three of a Kind three times."
Alex Moyan, holding a calculator, bit his lip and started tallying the accounts with a 'pata-pata-pata' sound.
"In the end, you owe us so, so much money."
Alex Moyan looked at the numbers on the calculator.
That's right, even I forgot exactly how much money Satoru lost to us.
The accounting whiz Geto Suguru had kept track of every time Satoru lost money.
"It totals to one hundred ninety-seven thousand eight hundred."
"Yes, yes, two hundred thousand in total. I'll round down the two thousand eight for you."
"We're all good brothers, after all."
Alex Moyan patted Satoru's broad, fair chest, producing a crisp thud.
Man, this skin is smoother than a girl's.
Satoru wore a face like a bitter gourd and had no choice but to take out his allowance for the day from his wallet.
As the young master of the Gojo Family, money? Every single piece of clothing he wore probably cost over a hundred thousand. (Note: Japanese Yen)
Money was just a string of numbers.
With the Gojo Family's industries in Japan, Satoru could squander money daily.
Money was a small matter; the most important thing was that Satoru lost more than he won.
After all, you couldn't use the Six Eyes when playing cards.
Otherwise, it would be too unfair to play.
"Again, again! This time I will definitely wipe you all out!"
Satoru, unwilling to accept defeat, prepared for a few more rounds. Losing money was minor; losing face was the big issue.
Just as the group finished setting up the Mahjong tiles and were about to start again.
An uninvited guest pushed open the door and barged in.