Chapter 135: Shattered Sword Hurricane - Chaotic Dance!
Facing the forty-meter-long, fiery giant sword slashing down!
The mere force of the sword's movement unleashed a violent gust of wind in all directions.
The Sunagakure forces were dragged two meters backward across the ground, their faces distorted by the pressure, nearly losing their footing and being blown away.
Their hand seals were momentarily broken.
They could only watch in horror as the towering, fiery giant sword crashed down!
"Ninjutsu squads, assemble! Quickly!"
"Also, all jonin groups, bring your teams and form a combined ninjutsu formation!"
The Sunagakure commander, seeing this, felt his scalp tingle and his eyes widen, letting out a furious shout.
The area covered by this sword was simply too vast, leaving him, positioned in the center, with no way to avoid it.
As the leader of this unit, if he were to be killed, it would be difficult to organize an effective response to that seemingly invincible brat.
If this attack landed, then only defeat awaited Sunagakure!
The Sunagakure forces shifted rapidly in formation. Seven elite squads, distributed across the left flank, right flank, center, and the front lines against Manda, turned and moved swiftly toward the center under their commander's orders.
The Sunagakure commander immediately roared and issued the next order:
"All troops!"
"Release ninjutsu indiscriminately into the sky! Destroy this sword!"
The next moment, the Sunagakure ninja, looking up at the sky from the ground, suppressed the chilling aura of witnessing something godlike, formed hand seals, and roared in unison toward the heavens!
"Wind Release: Wind Cutter!"
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
"Water Release: Water Bullet!"
"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"
"Earth Release: Earth Spear!"
Countless jutsu—countless wind blades, stone pillars rising from the ground, fireballs, rock bullets, earth spears, kunai, saw blades and projectiles fired by puppets, and even the dense barrage of tiny poison needles thrown by desperate genin—were all instantly crushed, vaporized, evaporated, and disintegrated by this giant sword that filled the entire field of vision, like a meteorite crashing down!
Then a continuous stream of attacks rose from the ground!
Under such a dense onslaught, the downward momentum of the Flame Giant Sword was affected.
And this little bit of time bought was enough!
The seven elite squads, along with the Sunagakure jonin commander, were now all in position.
Eight jonin and fifteen elite chunin!
Their expressions hardened. Looking up at the sky, they simultaneously formed hand seals, raised their hands, and unleashed a deafening roar:
"Combined Ninja Art: Wind Release: Super Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"
A Wind Release technique far exceeding the normal Great Sickle Weasel erupted instantly!
A massive storm, over ten meters in radius, surged skyward!
Roaring, exploding, sucking out the air, creating a vacuum!
Countless air currents collided, countless wind blades sliced at each other—it was as if ten thousand knives had materialized out of thin air, slashing wildly toward the sky!
This massive storm collided instantly with the Flowing Flame Longsword!
A flash of fire, a violent burst of pressure!
From the point of impact, a terrifying sandstorm instantly arose!
On the desert ground, desert shrubs were flung into the air by their roots, and coarse sand and gravel flew in all directions like hail, leaving sharp, crisscrossing cuts.
Then the sky suddenly cleared!
The terrifyingly powerful Flame Greatsword was actually shattered by this single attack, exploding into a sky full of sparks.
It was like a grand fireworks display!
Illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime before vanishing in an instant into the night sky!
Surrounded by the Sunagakure forces, Tsukasa's expression changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth.
The great nations of the shinobi world were indeed not as simple as he had thought!
Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel Technique was only a B-rank ninjutsu, but when unleashed by such a well-coordinated group of elite soldiers capable of forming a combined jutsu, it displayed power comparable to an S-rank technique.
"Tsk, this is troublesome!"
Tsukasa glanced grimly at Sunagakure's central force.
The Flame Greatsword, like the technique that had shattered Hiramekarei's blade, was a variant of Fire Release: Chakra Mode—both employing massive amounts of dark chakra and the forbidden technique, Body Modification, to extract chakra. A terrifying jutsu.
In other words, given Zero-Tails' current reserves, such a large-scale technique could only be used once more.
This time, it was a powerful surprise attack launched while the enemy was dealing with Manda, but next time, with their intelligence known and being deliberately monitored, launching another decapitation strike to secure victory would be virtually impossible.
After this scene, the battlefield was illuminated again, and the three hundred Sunagakure shinobi, seeing the giant sword shatter in the night sky and the countless sparks and flames, felt their morale soar!
The gazes of everyone looking at the brat in the encirclement suddenly changed.
Tsukasa instantly felt waves of malice, killing intent, and extreme emotions directed at him.
He took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening slightly as he stared intently at the Sunagakure commanding jonin.
Then he cursed angrily:
"Damn it, I really didn't want to dance!"
"You all forced me to this!"
The flames on his body suddenly died down, and his charred right hand rapidly regenerated before the naked eye.
Tsukasa pulled out the kunai, longswords, and senbon needles stuck in his body one by one, tossing them to the ground.
Then he opened a pair of scarlet, malevolent eyes!
He coldly stared at the endless Sunagakure army before him!
He took a large step forward!
With that one step, the Sunagakure soldiers in front of Tsukasa simultaneously swallowed hard, beads of cold sweat silently sliding down their foreheads.
They looked at the expressionless, black-haired, red-eyed, blood-covered boy before them.
Watching his wounds heal rapidly, seeing the disdain and indifference in his eyes, seeing him stroll leisurely through the enemy ranks as if it were his own backyard!
The wind subsided, leaving only the sounds of rapid breathing, swallowing, and the mournful cry of a vulture swooping down from the night sky, drawn by the scent of blood—
"Screech!~"
The Sunagakure ninja's faces were filled with terror, their eyes wide, their hands gripping their weapons trembling involuntarily.
Their expressions were exactly the same as those of the ninja facing the Shinobi World's Asura, Madara Uchiha, during the Fourth Shinobi World War!
After that stunning decapitation strike, they didn't know if this boy could match Madara Uchiha, but they knew—this young man before them could truly annihilate them with a single blow!
"Hoo."
"Let's begin."
Tsukasa let out a deep breath, raised his head, and his Sharingan flickered left and right, drawing shimmering crimson lines in the night.
He quickly surveyed the battlefield, whose terrain had been completely altered.
Under the previous sword strike, Sunagakure had been forced to unleash countless Earth Release techniques.
Now, before him lay a forest of layered rock pillars!
Combined with the wind-eroded rock pillars already present in the desert, this terrain was perfect for Tsukasa's battle!
His adrenaline surged, and he instantly memorized the entire terrain, constructing routes in his mind for his assault.
He reached behind him and placed his hands on the six ninja tool pouches at his waist.
With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a barrage of shuriken!
In an instant, a rain of shuriken filled the sky!
Tsukasa's Sharingan flashed. He pressed his leg forward, and a smirk spread across his face.
Under the influence of dark chakra, an inexplicable surge of extreme excitement welled up within him.
He grinned and roared:
"Try to stop me, you sand rats!"
"Well then, take this first—"
"Ninja Art: Shadow Shuriken Barrage!"
Under the astonished gazes of Sunagakure, Tsukasa unleashed his full power. His hands moved in a blur, leaving behind afterimages barely perceptible to the naked eye.
Then—eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four... two hundred and eighty!
Countless wires, countless shuriken!
Like a barrage of bullets, they shot forth!
In just three seconds, this boy had frantically unleashed a quantity of shuriken comparable to a full volley from the entire Sunagakure squadron!
"Damn it! What's going on with this kid?!"
The twenty or so Sunagakure members surrounding Tsukasa gasped in shock, watching the shuriken hurtling toward them in all sorts of arcs, bouncing and flying in pairs, tracing stunning curves.
Their eyes widened in horror at this simple, straightforward, and ridiculously effective attack method. They quickly dropped to the ground, each seeking cover.
A wave of inexplicable shock washed over them.
"Damn it, why is this kid's aim so good?!"
When the barrage of shuriken finally subsided, they looked up to find, to their horror, that the boy had vanished without a trace!
"Where is he?"
"Was he trying to hide with that attack?"
"No, he's probably trying to ambush our commander again!"
The Sunagakure forces looked around frantically, but the boy had disappeared. They were like ants on a hot plate, desperately trying to figure out what to do.
A Sunagakure shinobi immediately shouted to stop the panic:
"Damn it, someone go report to the commander!"
However, in the next instant!
A cold, beautiful sword light suddenly flashed in a circle!
From behind a Sunagakure shinobi, a figure leaped out like an arrow, wielding the Kusanagi Sword, which shone like polished silver in the moonlight. One hand held wire that was completely hidden in the night.
The figure spun and leaped in mid-air, like a phantom under the moon, with erratic movements and twisted footwork.
He descended, swung his long sword, and slashed down fiercely!
"Pfft~!"
Instantly, the Sunagakure shinobi who had spoken the loudest was cut down, unable to get up.
The Sunagakure ninja were startled and turned to look.
They saw the boy raise his hand, his toes barely touching the pool of blood, and leap into the air again with chaotic, unpredictable movements.
He then crouched atop a tall, wind-eroded rock pillar, a huge full moon reflected behind him.
His face was hidden in the shadows of the moonlight—only his pair of scarlet, glowing Sharingan eyes silently rotating.
Looking down at the Sunagakure ninja below, their faces filled with horror and their scalps tingling, they heard the boy chuckle and coldly declare:
"Although the plan has changed—"
"This place is now my hunting ground!"
End of Chapter 135
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