Hanzo's Might

Hanzo pursued with a murderous expression, his eyes bloodshot and blazing with mad fury. A large force of Amegakure Ninja followed behind him, while overwhelming killing intent surged through his heart.

This was his son, the apple of his eye, and Amegakure's future successor. Which bastard had dared lay a hand on Iga?!

Meanwhile, although Hanma had been poisoned and still could not determine how potent Ibuse's venom was, he had no intention of retreating.

First, he was staying behind to cover the Anbu's retreat. This was not some Will of Fire nonsense; if he had the ability, saving a few dutiful juniors was only right.

Second, Hanma was quite interested in Hanzo. After all, he was the Demigod of the Ninja World who had bestowed the title of "Sannin."

Gaining combat experience against him now would make it easier to deal with him once the two villages officially went to war.

But the most important reason was that samurai-type ninja like Hanzo were the kind Hanma feared least.

With Steel Bones and Iron Muscles, then covered by Lightning Armor and Blood Armor, no ultimate sword technique would be of much use against Hanma.

If something truly unexpected happened and Hanzo brought out some secret technique he had never seen before, Hanma would simply turn and run. Hanzo would have no way to stop him.

As for speed, Hanma could currently be considered the fastest in the Shinobi World. His beloved disciple Minato had not even learned the Flying Thunder God yet.

When they were a hundred paces apart, the Amegakure force spread out in an orderly fashion. One group went after Konoha's Anbu, while another sealed off the area from afar, standing in a very loose formation.

Hanma watched Hanzo with great interest. He had long wanted to witness the ninja who would later earn the title of Demigod of the Ninja World.

Seeing the man who had killed his son still looking so calm and composed made Hanzo's eyes nearly split with rage.

His fingers flashed through hand seals, and the moisture in the air grew denser and denser.

"Water Release: Rain Cloud Covering Sky Technique!"

Under the guidance of Chakra, the dense vapor gathered into clumps, continuously compressing and converging in the air until it formed massive storm clouds.

The Amegakure Ninja scattered in the distance continually used Fire Release to bake the earth. Vapor rapidly rose, swelling the rain clouds and making them expand further.

In an instant, a radius of a thousand meters was shrouded in darkness. Damp winds blew uneasily, filling the area with a gloomy, oppressive atmosphere.

The rain clouds hung low, only around a hundred meters above the ground, yet they covered an immense area. The sight of black clouds seeming to crash down upon the earth was like the arrival of the apocalypse.

Hanma quietly watched Hanzo perform the technique, inwardly sighing. As expected of a Demigod.

This truly was a spectacular ninjutsu. Though it was not accomplished by one person alone, it had still altered the weather.

As long as a ninja possessed the ability to alter the weather, they were worthy of being called a strategic-level figure.

Hanzo slammed both hands onto the ground. As the thick smoke dispersed, an Ibuse roughly twenty meters tall appeared before him.

It was his Summoning Beast, the king of Ibuse—Fushii.

Hanzo leaped onto its head and looked down at Hanma as he said, "Damn Konoha ninja, bullying Amegakure Ninja is absolutely unforgivable. I'll use your skull as a bowl!"

Ibuse threw back its head and roared, spraying thick purple poison mist into the rain clouds. The dark clouds swiftly took on a vivid purple hue, becoming even more sinister.

Hanma looked at the scene in amazement. This weather-altering ninjutsu integrated biological and poison-gas warfare while perfectly matching the environment of the Land of Rain. Its design could truly be called meticulous!

It could be said that Hanzo had maximized his use of favorable timing and terrain, amplifying his combat advantage to the utmost limit.

In the Land of Rain, he was like Magellan in Impel Down—he could call himself "invincible."

Hanzo roared, and his Chakra surged. The Amegakure Ninja who had already taken shelter beyond the rain clouds formed hand seals simultaneously and cast the technique together.

"Water Release: Mighty Poisonous Hell Technique!"

The rain clouds spanning a thousand meters poured down dark-purple poisonous water like a floodgate bursting. Within this domain, no living thing could escape. This was a killing move that borrowed the power of nature itself!

Feeling the intensity of the poisonous rain, a trace of admiration flashed through Hanma's heart.

With the boost of Savage Growth and his extraordinary physique, Hanma possessed far greater resistance than ordinary people in every regard.

Combined with his masterful control over Blood Qi, he could confine the poison to the surface of his body, greatly reducing its potency.

Yet even with all that, he still felt waves of weakness. If an ordinary ninja had been poisoned, they would likely have already collapsed to the ground.

This poison-gas-and-Water-Release combat style was practically a harvester of anyone below Special Jonin rank, a merciless mowing machine on the battlefield.

Hanzo looked in confusion at Hanma's admiring expression. This was the first time he had ever seen someone fold his arms and simply stand there under his poisonous rain.

In truth, Hanma was not directly enduring the poisonous rain just to disgust Hanzo.

It was because of the Savage Growth Entry. As long as the toxin was not something he could not withstand at all, he could gradually gain resistance to it.

"Die for your arrogance!"

With an angry roar, Hanzo directly swung his chain and charged in with the Body Flicker Technique.

Hanzo's Body Flicker Technique was exceptionally refined. Having defeated every Samurai in the Land of Iron, his close-combat ability was also among the very best in the Shinobi World.

The massive Kusarigama struck from an eerie angle. This weapon combined the reach of a sickle with the maneuverability of a meteor hammer.

Hanma bent his arm to block it. A metallic clash rang out, and his gaze sharpened as he released all his Blood Qi.

A savage stench of blood instantly filled the entire battlefield. Scarlet light once again gleamed around Hanma, condensing into a blood-red suit of armor.

The Amegakure Ninja in the distance had their Chakra brutally drained away by the Blood Qi, strand after strand returning to Hanma's body. Only some Jonin could resist the Blood Qi's erosion.

Above were dark-purple poison clouds stretching for thousands of meters; below was violent Blood Qi flooding the ground. The battle between Hanma and Hanzo had already turned the battlefield into something like Hell on earth.

Hanzo frowned deeply, sensing that something was terribly wrong.

This bastard... I saw reports about him from the Anbu. He's Konoha's Blood Wolf. I never expected him to have grown this far. Damn Konoha, always producing these strange geniuses.

His body is far too hard as well. Even my Kusarigama can't cut through him. What a nuisance.

Still, as long as he has been poisoned by Ibuse, his death is only a matter of time.

Hanzo continued swinging his Kusarigama, while Hanma raised a long blade formed from Blood Qi. The two fought fiercely.

Striking, thrusting, pointing, smashing, stirring, pressing, chopping, intercepting.

The clashing weapons sent strings of sparks flying, and the expressions of both Hanma and Hanzo grew increasingly grave.

Their techniques bore traces of countless schools and styles. One was the greatest Samurai under heaven, while the other was a Taijutsu Master who had studied the entire Shinobi World.

At their level, techniques no longer mattered. What they competed in was speed and strength, reaction and resolve.

Their fierce entanglement intensified. Hanzo used his chain to hook Hanma's arm, and the huge sickle hacked toward his carotid artery!

Hanma did not care about the sickle's attack at all. With Blood Armor protecting him, there was absolutely no way an attack like that could break through his defense.

The muscles in his upper arm bulged as his blood blade unleashed a terrifying wave of slashing force. Abandoning defense, he viciously chopped at Hanzo as well!

The power was out at home, so typing on my phone was a little slow. (_)