A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

The clash of the stronguest sorcerer {126}

Kenzo executed a well-practiced roll, narrowly avoiding the Dragon Monarch's earth-shattering blow. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he saw a bead of crimson welling up on the creature's chin – a testament to the effectiveness of his previous strike.

The Dragon Monarch's laughter echoed through the ravaged cityscape, a sound laced with a disturbing delight. "Excellent!" he roared, his voice booming with sadistic pleasure. "You've managed to draw blood! You are proving to be a most... entertaining opponent."

He swiped his tongue across his lips, savoring the metallic tang of his own blood. "Don't hold back, Shadow Monarch!" he bellowed. "Show me the true extent of your power! Unleash everything you have, for I crave a challenge worthy of my might!"

A thrill, not of despair, but of cautious excitement, shot through Kenzo. This creature thrived on destruction, fueled by the pain it inflicted. Every attack he landed, every ounce of power he unleashed, was a calculated risk designed to exploit that very weakness.

His gaze flickered briefly to the figure still shrouded in shadow, emanating from his own darkness. Perhaps the key to victory still lay within, but for now, he had a job to do.

Kenzo needed to disrupt the Dragon Monarch's momentum, to create an opening. With a flick of his wrist, tendrils of dark energy erupted from the battlefield debris, coiling around the Dragon Monarch's limbs like serpents. The creature roared in frustration, momentarily restrained.

"This charade ends now," Kenzo declared, his voice calm and steady despite the chaos surrounding him. Every action, every movement, flowed with practiced precision. He channeled his cursed energy, focusing it into a single, powerful point at his fist.

The Dragon Monarch strained against the binds, his crimson eyes blazing with fury. Here was the opening Kenzo had been waiting for. With a surge of calculated aggression, Kenzo launched himself forward, aiming for a critical point on the Dragon Monarch's monstrous form. The air crackled with dark energy as his fist, imbued with his full might, hurtled towards its target.

The fate of the battle hung in the balance. Would Kenzo's precise attack find its mark, or would the Dragon Monarch break free from his restraints and unleash another wave of devastation upon the ruined city?

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The Dragon Monarch roared in fury, his monstrous form writhing as he ripped through Kenzo's shadow binds with a surge of raw power. The tendrils of darkness dissipated into wisps of smoke, their brief restraint shattered. Kenzo, ever the pragmatist, executed a flawless dodge, leaping just out of reach of the Dragon Monarch's flailing fist.

'A berserker, fueled by his own bloodlust,' Kenzo analyzed with a flicker of grim understanding. This wasn't a creature fueled by reason, but by a primal hunger for destruction. Brute force wouldn't be enough. He needed to exploit this berserker state, wait for an opening.

A pang of frustration lanced through him. The shadow soldiers he'd painstakingly crafted were rendered useless, bound to Gojo's shadow. But a surge of hope followed. He sensed it from miles away – two domains clashing, the unmistakable energy signature of Gojo Satoru. Gojo was holding his ground, it seemed.

'Just a little longer,' Kenzo thought, his expression hardening with resolve. Every second Gojo held his domain meant Sukuna, the King of Curses trapped within Megumi, grew weaker. With each passing moment, the chance to control the shadow soldier currently bound to Itadori grew stronger.

He couldn't afford to be reckless. He needed to conserve his energy, wait for the right moment. Every calculated attack, every strategic movement, was a chess piece in this high-stakes game. He glanced towards the Dragon Monarch, who was now tearing through the battlefield with the destructive glee of a child breaking toys. A grim smile tugged at the corner of Kenzo's lips.