Screech!
The smoke screen formed by the separated white mist and dust swept rapidly backward. In the lightning's glow, the Third Raikage's face flickered between light and shadow, as did Chiba's helpless, wryly smiling face.
No way out?
At that moment, just as the one-finger Hell Stab was about to touch Chiba's brow, the corner of the Third Raikage's eye twitched slightly.
Was there really... no way out? Had this brat launched his final attack after merely four consecutive high-speed feints?
Would it really go this smoothly?
Could he truly not have guessed that I was waiting for this attack?
Did he really see my upward-leaning evasive posture as nothing more than a dodge? Had he not noticed my gaze? Did he not know that, in that glance, I had already seen through his intentions?
And besides...
In the instant his eye twitched, a string of doubtful thoughts flashed through the Third Raikage's mind. A powerful sense of vigilance suddenly rose within him and, in an instant, spread through his entire consciousness.
This was his battle instinct.
Then, in that moment, his eyes shifted, taking in the Little Monster he was about to kill.
The Black Flames... were real!
But that still did not rule out the possibility that the entire Taki Chiba was a Shadow Clone Jutsu!
Feeling the heat radiating from his right foot, which was deeply embedded in the ground beside him, the Third Raikage did not need to look to know that the flames beside the Little Monster's waist were truly those inextinguishable Black Flames that burned everything, not some imitation created by Taki Chiba with a Transformation Jutsu or similar ninjutsu!
His body, his posture...
His body was completely unharmed. Given his recovery ability, that was normal!
His posture...
He was in a state where