Boom!
The enormous impact reverberated through the barrier.
The phantom of the Blood-Colored Giant Dragon slammed into the barrier and came to a stop.
In other words, Tang Ping had been kicked several kilometers away.
What a disaster!
Now, the effects of that blow became apparent.
Miserable!
Everything below Tang Ping's neck had vanished, leaving only his intact head.
One kick had pulverized most of his body.
If he had not experienced it himself, he might even have thought Ōnoki had blasted him with Dust Release.
Hiss!
Guy's body had also collapsed, resembling a piece of high-temperature charcoal that seemed liable to crumble at the slightest touch.
The blood in his body had long since burned away.
Had it not been for his utterly terrifying willpower, he might have fallen long ago.
As Guy lingered at death's door, he murmured:
"Youth never ends, Rock Lee. Your teacher may not be able to train with you as promised anymore!"
Countless scenes flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and then he gave a bitter smile.
"If you had left just now, you wouldn't have needed to feel any regret!"
A voice startled Guy, whose consciousness was beginning to blur.
Yes, he was certain he had not misheard. Someone really was speaking beside his ear—and it was a Familiar Head.
A head!
Uchiha Tang Ping's head was staring at him with a teasing gaze. It had been the one speaking just now.
This was insane!
The head was talking!
Guy could no longer spare a thought for his impending death. His mind was completely blank.
Who could have imagined such a scene?
A head was talking!
In any case, with Guy's limited imagination, he had not only never seen anything like this—he had never even considered it possible.
Gurgle!
Clumps of