Chapter 152: Fierce Battle! A Night of Howling Wind Blades!
A raging storm swept across the sky as Ebizō unleashed his ninjutsu.
From a human's perspective, one could only sense gusts of wind continuously gathering around Ebizō—a deadly intent lurking beneath the surface!
A chilling aura filled the air, yet no one knew when or from where this extremely dangerous attack would strike.
But within the infrared-like vision of his serpent-eye Sharingan, Tsukasa could clearly see the Wind Release: Wind Cutter blades forming from the wind—invisible and colorless, concealed within the gale, yet possessing penetrating power comparable to armor-piercing rounds!
The next instant, as Ebizō's hands formed the final Dragon seal, the countless wind blades suddenly solidified!
In an instant, a storm of blades erupted, hurtling toward Tsukasa!
Dense and numerous, like a torrential downpour—each raindrop comparable to the sharpest blade in the world!
"Damn it!"
Tsukasa's eyes widened, his scalp tingling, his mind racing. But he was in mid-air with nowhere to dodge, and could only be shredded like a target!
He gritted his teeth, forming the Dragon seal with his left hand:
"Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere!"
Raising his palm, he unleashed a powerful gust of wind toward the sky, transforming it into massive air pressure that propelled him wildly toward the ground!
But this seemed futile.
Under Ebizō's control, the countless wind blades, like heat-seeking missiles, were forced to adjust their trajectories in mid-air before continuing toward him!
As he plummeted, Tsukasa's mind raced, realizing this couldn't continue.
Although he possessed numerous Fire Release techniques, and Fire Release countered Wind Release, it depended on the opponent. With Ebizō's mastery of Wind Release, coupled with the extreme refinement of the Wind Cutter technique, ordinary Fire Release would be mercilessly pierced through!
To resist this attack, he needed an equally refined Fire Release technique!
With this thought, Tsukasa's serpent eyes widened, filled with madness! He immediately dispersed the Wind Release emanating from his palm, twisting his body in mid-air to face the onslaught of wind blades, and hooked his index finger!
Wire threads pulled the Kusanagi Sword from the ground, sending it spinning toward him. Tsukasa caught the blade, tapping the hilt against his heart, instantly igniting a blazing inferno upon the sword!
"Haaaah..."
This blazing fire, born from the heart and wielded with concentrated will, was compressed tightly onto the sword—not a single ray of light escaping!
The sword gradually turned a brilliant white-hot color.
WHAM!
Having accomplished this, Tsukasa, with his back to the ground, crashed into the desert from mid-air. A towering sandstorm erupted!
Immediately afterward, a dense barrage of wind blades rained down!
Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!
Above, Ebizō landed on the sand.
Upon landing, he gasped for breath, sweat trickling down his wrinkled, aged face.
Clearly, even an S-rank Wind Release attack had been a considerable burden for him.
"Hmph, I'm getting old," he muttered.
"Less than half my chakra remains, but enough to tear through this barrier and escape."
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ebizō raised his hand and unleashed a Wind Release: Pressure Damage, clearing away the cloud of sand still raining down nearby.
He didn't believe that brat could survive an attack of that magnitude.
Because this wasn't rain—it was wind blades, each sharper than the finest steel!
That brat must be sliced to pieces by now.
But just to be safe, Ebizō wanted to confirm.
The air currents spread rapidly, smoothly blowing away the sand and dust, suddenly clearing the view.
However, staring at the scene before him, Ebizō's eyes widened, his breathing stopping.
"This... how is this possible?!"
At that moment, above the crater, amidst the torrential rain of wind blades pouring down from the sky—
A blood-soaked boy, wielding a longsword as dazzling as the sun, danced wildly through the deadly rain, striding heavily through the gale, charging madly toward him, closing in relentlessly!
The blazing white blade traced arcs like a windmill, slicing through the approaching wind blades like a hot knife through butter, shattering them into scattered gusts—though not before they left bloody holes across the boy's body!
His scarlet serpent eyes had almost lost all humanity!
A pair of jet-black vertical pupils swept over in a fleeting glance, narrowing slightly. Those eyes held a cold, crazed expression—a perfect replica of Orochimaru's!
It was like a wounded serpent, dancing with death itself!
In that fleeting glimpse, Ebizō felt as if he were under a genjutsu. His heart skipped a beat, as if someone had seized it. His pupils constricted, staring in horror at Tsukasa, who was advancing through the wind and blades.
His gaze fixed on the boy's brand-new, pristine right arm.
What was going on?!
Ebizō clearly remembered that just moments ago, this brat didn't have a right hand!
And according to the intelligence he had gathered, this brat didn't possess the ability to regenerate severed limbs!
At most, he could only heal wounds and regenerate quickly. Moreover, the boy had already experienced a major battle—his chakra was almost depleted, and this super-fast regeneration ability should have been exhausted!
So what exactly happened?!
Ebizō felt a chill run down his spine as he stared in horror at Tsukasa, who continued to advance, sustaining injuries yet persisting in the fight.
Was this even human?!
"I can't let him get any closer! In taijutsu, I'm no match for him!"
"I have no choice but to use this!"
Ebizō gritted his teeth, watching Tsukasa approach. A dull pain rose on his old face as he recalled the horrific beating he had received from this brat, and a shiver ran down his spine.
He decisively pulled a scroll from his pouch, bit his fingertip, and formed hand seals:
Boar-Dog-Rooster-Monkey-Ram!
"Summoning Technique: Puppet Masters!"
With a bang, smoke billowed up!
Three cold-faced puppets, clad in white robes bearing the characters "Buddha," "Dharma," and "Monk," appeared before him.
Ebizō's expression hardened, revealing fierce determination!
"Three Puppet Technique: Blade Dance!"
With a flick of his fingers, over ten chakra threads lashed into the puppets. With a series of mechanical sounds, three cold-faced puppets unleashed blades from their arms, leaping forward and charging straight at Tsukasa!
While continuously manipulating the puppets, Ebizō even had the concentration to weave hand seals simultaneously.
Gusts of wind rose around him, and in an instant, he transformed into a living artillery platform.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere!"
"Wind Release: Wind Cutter!"
"Wind Release: Sickle Weasel Technique!"
Countless wind blades and air projectiles shot from his mouth and hands, slamming toward Tsukasa!
The rain of wind and the gleaming puppet blades intertwined—
And at that moment, a night of howling wind blades began!
End of Chapter 152
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