"Deidara, retreat." On the other side of the battlefield, Deidara and the others, who had arrived long ago, received this message. Moriyue's battle with the mysterious man had only just begun, yet it had already drawn their attention.
A troublesome opponent was about to join the battlefield. With Deva Path Pain personally taking the field, there was no point in them staying any longer.
Deidara was suffering miserably on his end. He wanted to retreat too, but he simply could not.
At the center of the battlefield, he was no longer as relaxed as he had been at the start. Gaara stood before him, and this former defeated opponent was now displaying far greater power than before.
Deidara had thought this gourd kid could only rely on sand, but Gaara had been unable to go all out back then because he had needed to protect Sunagakure. Now that he could unleash his full strength, he was naturally much stronger than before.
"I'm running out of clay. I need to end this quickly." Deidara could not make bombs indefinitely. His bombs were all made from Explosive Clay; without it, more than half his offensive methods would be sealed away.
Gaara stood atop a floating cloud of sand as endless grains spread out behind him. The sand could both attack and defend, and under his control, many of Deidara's bombs were wrapped in balls of sand.
"Tch, what a troublesome guy. Next time, I'll definitely blow this place up, hmm." Deidara spat another pile of grasshopper-shaped clay bombs from his palms. The little things hopped toward Qian Nai, looking almost cute.
Bang, bang, bang. Gaara casually waved one hand, firing several pellets of sand.
"Nothing special." Gaara's slightly disdainful voice drifted into Deidara's ears, gradually making Deidara, who had already mounted his