Battle of the Dueling Arena 7

Hikaku, being watched by "Izuna", became alert.

He instinctively took a step back, his hand reaching for his Ninja Tools pouch, the Mitsudomoe in his Sharingan spinning faster.

Hikaku's intuition screamed at him that this wasn't Izuna; Izuna's body had been possessed by something, and so blatantly at that.

He should have pointed the knife at this guy immediately.

But when those golden eyes fell on him, Hikaku neck, and an indescribable chill ran down his spine.

For a moment, he dared not make a move.

Suddenly a voice came from afar. "You!"

Isshiki stood in the center of the crater, the wedge patterns on his body still cracking, white light shooting out from the cracks, making him look like a volcano about to erupt. But his eyes were more terrifying than the volcano.

He roared in fury, "You dare come back?"

"Izuna" turned to look at Isshiki, frowning as if he were looking at a cockroach. "Are you calling me?"

Isshiki gesture caused his brow to twitch.

"Izuna" glanced around, his brows furrowing even deeper. "Good heavens... you've really gotten yourself into deep trouble."

Isshiki didn't want to talk to him any longer and rushed over.

As he approached, "Izuna" suddenly disappeared.

A leg whipped in from the Isshiki, the force of which sent him flying.

He tumbled twice in mid-air before crashing his back into a pile of rubble. His white robe, already torn to shreds, was ripped in several places by the sharp edges of the stones.

He looked up. "Izuna" stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at him.

His chin was slightly raised, his mouth was straight, and his clothes were tattered and full of holes, but there wasn't a single scratch on his body.

"We can't let you get away," the person said. "You're much harder to find than Black Zetsu."

Isshiki crawled up from the pile of rubble, his grayish-white pupils turning almost transparent with rage, and the light shining through the cracks illuminated his entire distorted face.

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, each word dripping with bone-chilling hatred. "You bastard!!"

Just then, "Izuna" rushed forward again, his heel striking Isshiki squarely in Isshiki chest, sending him flying once more.

Isshiki time, he returned to the bottom of the pit and slid several meters before stopping.

"Izuna" lifted her foot and slowly walked over.

At the same time, trees suddenly grew around them, and while all the wounded were being carried away one by one, high walls were built, one after another, surrounding the pit.

He walked through the only gap in the bushes, his golden eyes fixed on the person in the center.

Hashirama noticed the situation and muttered, "Wood Release? How could Izuna possibly use this..."

Madara gazed at Izuna's profile from afar, watching him gradually disappear into the forest, before enduring the pain as he pushed Hashirama and stood up.

Before long, the entire pit was filled with wood, and the inside could no longer be seen.

He pushed himself Isshiki from the mud and stared intently at the figure standing in front of him.

"But I never expected that forcing you to reveal your true form would be the hardest part." The "Izuna" said to itself, a cold glint in its golden eyes. "Do you know how much sacrifice my Izuna made to find you? Hmm?"

Isshiki was no response. He raised his hand and swung the Black Rods again, but this time "Izuna" didn't even dodge, and directly reached out and grabbed the Black Rods that had been enlarged to its maximum size.

Then he unleashed a Wood Release, making intimate contact with Isshiki's chin, causing him to see stars.

After doing all this, "Izuna" reached to his waist, grabbed the Black Peach Wood Crow Netsuke that always hung on his belt, and gently pulled it upwards. The red rope broke, and the raven was held in his palm.

"Untie."

The crow gleamed brightly in my palm.

He gently tossed the crow upwards, singing as it fell back down:

"I heard the signal from the Blazing Flames; souls yearning to be awakened, open your eyes!"

As he spoke, he touched the crow with the back of his hand.

In an instant, the black bird shape shattered into countless tiny particles of light in the air, and then reformed into Pentagram mark on the back of his right hand in the next second.

A weapon Uchiha Gunbai-like appeared out of thin air in his hand, its surface unfolded, with an inextinguishable blue flame burning along its edge.

The Isshiki had already reached within five meters of him.

"Izuna" raised his hand and waved.

The air in the sky and earth seemed to freeze for a moment.

The sounds of the wind in the basin, the tumbling of boulders, and the animals scattered in the distant forest, startled by the battle, were all suspended in time by some force.

Then, in the next second, the air seemed to be violently pushed aside by some unseen giant hand, and a strange color was splashed out from the Gunbai's surface.

Isshiki was directly hit by that force and sent flying backward.

The colors emitted by the Gunbai spread in all directions.

The color looked as if a section of the aurora borealis had been cut from the sky, crushed and mixed together, and then poured into every inch of this basin.

The air thickened in that instant, sound was sucked away, and even the wind stopped.

Tobirama stood beneath the changed-color sky, gazing up at the violently shifting firmament.

The once clear sky was stained with the colors emanating from the Gunbai, the clouds began to distort, and Rainbow-colored halos appeared at their edges.

The outlines of the distant hills undulated, the colors of the forest shifted repeatedly between warm and cool tones, and the whole world seemed to be squeezed into a giant prism in an instant, with every inch of light being disassembled and reassembled.

His Red Eyes reflected the rainbow light streaming through the sky, and after his lips moved for a long time, he only managed to utter a single murmur, "What is this...?"

Meanwhile, Hashirama and Madara arrived at the edge of the forest.

There was still blood and foam clinging to the corner of Ban's mouth, and he remained silent.

As the color spread, both of them became alert.

Hashirama's Sage Mode granted him sensory abilities, allowing him to sense the energy in the air.

At this moment, every wisp of Natural Energy was restless, as if responding to some ancient being.

"The whole world has changed..." Hashirama murmured.

However, the state of Isshiki actually stabilized.

He realized his condition immediately.

He looked down at his hands.

Those were his own hands, with distinct knuckles, pale and slender.

The crack disappeared, and the power that had been leaking out of his body after being cut by the Light Blade solidified again in the rainbow light emitted by the Gunbai.

He didn't know why he had recovered, but he knew he was now in his prime.

He sneered, his voice carrying a smug arrogance born of relief. "You actually helped me stabilize my form, so it seems you really want to die."

"Izuna" stroked his chin, and asked in a puzzled tone, "That's strange, why are you still talking?"

Isshiki frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Hiss... It's really strange talking to you." "Izuna" looked him up and down, her brows furrowing slightly, as if inspecting a piece of carpentry work that wasn't quite done well. "I see... Was the body's original owner too weak? This is troublesome."

Isshiki didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore. He raised his hand, Sukunahikona was activated.

Space tore open above Izuna, and several enormous black cubes emerged from the dark rift. Each one was like a mountain peak, magnified the moment it appeared, and crashed down from the sky onto the figure, blocking all possible escape routes.

"Izuna" was still talking to himself. "But if it's deeper... sigh... there's nothing I can do. That gentleman over there, it might hurt a lot in a bit, please bear with it for now."

The Gunbai in Izuna's hand seemed to flicker.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Isshiki roared, as the cube slammed down head-on.

"Izuna" raised her head, without even changing her posture.

He simply raised his Gunbai slightly, the fan surface touching the bottom of the massive cube that was hurtling towards him. Then he uttered a single sentence. "Uchiha Reflection."

The black cube, as heavy as a mountain and capable of crushing Wood Release, stopped the moment it touched the surface of the Gunbai.

Then it flew back along the trajectory it had come from, crashing through the high wall he had built, and fell into the distance.

The Ninjas were stunned as they watched the toy fly away.

Hashirama had just come into contact with the black cube, stared at this scene for two seconds, then shouted, "This thing can be knocked away?!"

Madara couldn't help but tilt his head. Had he just heard the words "Uchiha Reflection"?

"Izuna" pushed off with his feet, and his whole body shot towards the still bewildered Isshiki like a cannonball.

Isshiki wanted to shrink himself, but found he couldn't. Just then, the Gunbai swung horizontally with the chant of "Izuna".

"The Toyouke-ihara-no-Nakatsukuni, that bewildering and misleading Evil Spirit, I command you, my divine Divine Artifact, to swiftly vanquish it!"

The fan rib slammed solidly into Isshiki's waist, sending him flying sideways.

"Cut!"

In Isshiki, he flipped over in mid-air, adjusted his posture to dissipate the spin from being thrown back, and landed with his feet down, ready to push off the ground and counterattack the moment he landed.

He had even already planned out his next counterattack route in his mind.

But upon landing, he saw a body.

His own body, headless and dressed in a tattered white robe.

The body swayed twice, then its knees bent, and it fell heavily to one side. Isshiki stared blankly as the headless body collapsed.

What happened?

The next second, pure white Runes appeared out of thin air around him, piercing towards his body and head.

It expanded in Isshiki, then shattered.