"This… is pressure?"
"How can one man release something this terrifying?!"
"Impossible!"
The instant Ren's aura changed, the top fighters of the four great villages—A, Ōnoki, Elder Genji, Rasa, and the others—reacted almost at once, faces tightening with disbelief.
Because the shift was obscene.
One second: harmless.
The next: as if the world itself had issued a command to submit.
And then—
Ren's Conqueror's Haki surged forward and slammed head-on into the allied army's united war intent.
A low, muffled boom rolled across the field.
In full view of everyone, the "battle momentum" that thousands of shinobi had stacked together…
collapsed in a single blow.
Ren's pressure didn't slow. It didn't waver.
It crushed straight through the combined intent and smashed into the four armies behind it.
No one truly knew how far Ren's Conqueror's Haki had grown—not even Ren.
But after years of silent accumulation, after fully syncing with the Whitebeard template, after everything he'd stacked on top of that…
one fact was undeniable:
This was beyond what the shinobi world understood.
In an instant, even many jōnin felt their minds tremble.
A shrill ringing filled their skulls.
Their vision washed blank.
Thud.
One shinobi hit the ground.
And that single fall became the fuse.
Across the battlefield—
Suna. Iwa. Kiri. Kumo.
Bodies dropped in waves, collapsing like wheat under a scythe.
Hundreds.
Then thousands.
A battlefield of soldiers became a battlefield of the fallen.
The elites—A, Ōnoki, Elder Genji, Rasa, Yagura, Killer B, Han—barely endured it.
But even they were drenched in cold sweat, expressions turning ugly in a heartbeat.
Because the script wasn't supposed to go like this.
The war hadn't even begun—
and half their armies were already unconscious.
For a moment after the pressure passed, the field went eerily silent.
Then the Leaf side finally exhaled into stunned voices.
"He's… insane."
"This is the four great villages' army?"
"They didn't even fight!"
Even Konoha's own top figures—Fugaku, Hiashi, Shikaku, Kakashi, Guy—stared as if their brains had stopped working.
They knew Ren was strong.
They didn't know he was this strong.
Ōnoki's face twisted as he stared at the sea of downed Iwa shinobi.
"My over twenty thousand…"
That mass of troops was supposed to be his secret weapon—his human tide, meant to grind Ren down over time.
And Ren erased it with a single release.
"…No more human-wave tactics," Ōnoki growled, voice tight.
A, Elder Genji, Rasa, Yagura, Killer B, Han—everyone's gaze sharpened.
This had stopped being a war.
This was an execution waiting to happen.
Ren stood calmly at the center, fists slowly tightening.
"This was only the beginning."
"If you've come…"
"leave your lives in Konoha."
As he spoke, a brilliant pale shimmer bloomed around both fists—like light trapped inside glass.
And the air itself began to tremble.
Not chakra.
Not genjutsu.
A physical vibration—like the world was bracing for catastrophe.
Every elite on the field felt it at the same time.
Danger.
Not "strong." Not "troublesome."
Death.
"Stop him!" Ōnoki barked, face going grim. "He's going to kill the ones who are down!"
He moved first—shooting forward.
A followed.
Rasa.
Elder Genji.
Yagura. Killer B. Han.
All of them surged in at once, trying to interrupt Ren before he finished.
But it was already too late.
Ren punched.
One fist struck the air.
The other drove into the ground.
"Sky Tremor."
"Ground Tremor."
Two white shock-rings exploded outward.
And the world—
split.
The atmosphere cracked like glass, fractures spreading visibly through the space above the battlefield.
The earth cracked the same way—massive fissures ripping outward as the terrain buckled and collapsed in violent waves.
The entire battlefield rocked as if the planet itself was coming apart.
The elites froze mid-motion.
Not from fear—
from reality.
There was nothing to block.
No time to raise defenses.
No wall thick enough.
No jutsu fast enough.
All they could do was watch as the twin tremors rushed toward the unconscious masses.
Then—
wet, horrific sounds erupted across the field.
Bodies shattered under the shock.
Some were pulverized into mist.
Others were torn apart as the ground split beneath them.
Blood sprayed across broken earth.
And against the backdrop of those widening cracks—
the scene became something no shinobi would ever forget.
A battlefield turning into a slaughterhouse in seconds.
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