Sexy Jutsu

"Clang!"

The crisp clash of metal suddenly rang through the entire arena. The Angel Sacred Sword in Yue Zhengyu's hand, wrapped in blazing sacred energy, swept precisely across Naruto's chest.

Before the trail left by the silver-white blade through the air had fully faded, a victorious curve had already formed on Yue Zhengyu's lips—with the Angel Sacred Sword's sharpness and Sacred Power, this strike was enough to rob any opponent of their ability to fight.

"Bang!"

Yet instead of the expected sensation of tearing flesh, a burst of white smoke suddenly erupted.

Naruto's figure, which had seemingly been struck, transformed into countless tiny specks of light as the smoke dispersed, vanishing completely like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind.

Not good, it's a clone! I fell for it!

Yue Zhengyu's pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat instantly broke out across his back.

The instincts forged through years of battle let him realize it within a fraction of a second—from the torrent of clones Naruto had continuously created since the match began, to the guerrilla tactics deliberately steering the battle into chaos, to that seemingly flaw-ridden charge just now...

Everything had been a meticulously designed trap. Those clones that drained his Soul Power, those feints that disrupted his vision, even that brief stiffness when he was struck by the sacred sword—all of it had been groundwork to make him believe, "This is the Original Body."

"Ha!"

A furious shout came from above, filled with undisguised battle intent.

Yue Zhengyu abruptly looked up. The light and shadows in midair twisted, and nine figures identical to the "Naruto" he had just defeated appeared at once. Like nine precisely positioned stars, they hovered in every direction above and behind him.

The muscles in each Naruto's right arm bulged as a shuriken suffused with multicolored