Young People Have No Respect for Martial Virtue

Nadare Rōga appeared before Orochimaru in a flash, his fist both fast and heavy, powered by the kinetic energy of his Chakra Armor.

Orochimaru remained with his arms crossed, seemingly unmoved as if he hadn't reacted at all.

The force of the punch had already reached Orochimaru's face, causing his hair to flutter in the wind.

A ferocious smile appeared on Nadare Rōga's face; he could already imagine Orochimaru's miserable state.

Just as the fist was ten centimeters away from Orochimaru's face, Orochimaru slightly raised a finger. The situation changed drastically the next moment, and an irresistible force acted on him.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, Nadare Rōga's entire body slammed heavily onto the floor, creating a dent in the hard marble floor, and blood gushed from his mouth.

"Ah...! What... happened?"

Seeing that he still had the strength to speak, Orochimaru increased the Gravity Suppression, and just like that, Nadare Rōga, who was lying on the ground, immediately fainted.

This scene shocked and enraged Kazahana Dōtō, who was sitting at the head of the table. To kill someone right under his nose, they really didn't take him, the Thunder Hand Kazahana Dōtō, seriously!

"Young man! I advise you not to be so hot-blooded!"

Kazahana Dōtō also walked down the steps, cracking his knuckles as he went.

"What kind of young person wouldn't be full of vigor?"

Orochimaru tilted his head, looking at Kazahana Dōtō with an arrogant expression, completely disregarding him.

Seeing Orochimaru's Gary Stu demeanor, Guren didn't find anything wrong with it at all; instead, her eyes were filled with admiration.

At that moment, she vaguely understood what Orochimaru meant by "showing off".

This is just the beginning; the real show is yet to come. We can't afford to falter at crucial moments; we must be the key players.

"Ice Release - Black Dragon Blizzard!"

Without further ado, Kazahana Dōtō gathered his Chakra in his hand and unleashed a black dragon formed from snow, frost, and other elements, which engulfed Orochimaru.

Orochimaru neither dodged nor evaded, but drew the Sword of the Void he had recently acquired from his waist, pointing the long sword at the approaching black dragon.

The next moment, a small Cero condensed in front of the longsword. The collision of low temperature and high temperature caused smoke to rise instantly in the palace.

The swirling steam obstructed their view, but this was no problem for Orochimaru.

He traveled far to the mortal realm for a breathtaking feast, but once the Ghost Blade was unleashed, he was nowhere to

In a flash, Orochimaru appeared behind Kazahana Dōtō and slashed at his neck.

Caught off guard by the attack, Kazahana Dōtō's expression changed drastically; he could already feel the biting cold wind behind his head.

At the critical moment, Kazahana Dōtō lunged forward, disregarding his royal image, and dove face-first to avoid Orochimaru's attack.

"Young people have no sportsmanship! They actually ambushed an old man like me!"

He clutched the bright red incision on his neck; any deeper and his carotid artery would have been severed.

"You dare to talk about martial ethics with someone who murdered his brother and usurped the throne?"

Orochimaru looked at Kazahana Dōtō, who was kneeling on the ground, with disdain, and then his body disappeared again.

Having learned from past mistakes, Kazahana Dōtō was on guard. He took out a Kunai from his waist and cautiously observed his surroundings. But could he defend himself?

The next moment, Orochimaru appeared directly in front of him, his long sword flashing and his armor gleaming.

"Bite!"

Kazahana Dōtō blocked the long sword that was swinging down, while at the same time he clenched a fist, the armor on his arm gleamed, and he released another Black Dragon Blizzard towards Orochimaru.

This time, Orochimaru didn't take the hit head-on but instead dodged and slashed at his back again.

"Gravity Blade!"

This time, Kazahana Dōtō failed to block Orochimaru's attack. Specifically, his Kunai blocked the attack, but his body couldn't.

Just like the Nadare Rōga, the marble beneath Kazahana Dōtō's feet cracked, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"You do have some ability, but can you handle this?"

Before he finished speaking, Orochimaru increased the gravity to 20 times. Even with the amplification of his Chakra Armor, Kazahana Dōtō could not withstand this gravity.

"Spare my life, and I'll give you money! I have lots of money..."

With his face flushed red, Kazahana Dōtō managed to utter these words with difficulty, and his bones kept making cracking sounds. Orochimaru knew that was the sound of bones being broken.

Orochimaru crushed his limbs, removed the weight from his body, and sheathed his katana.

"Submit, or die! Choose one."

Having just broken free from his restraints, Kazahana Dōtō lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, his chest heaving like a bellows, and blood continuously spilling from his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

"I... I'm willing to submit, as long as... you spare my life!"

Kazahana Dōtō, panting heavily, finished speaking in fits and starts. His eyes had lost their arrogance, replaced only by fear.

Orochimaru walked up to him, pressed his index and middle fingers to his forehead, and said:

"Open your mind and don't harbor hostility, otherwise you have no reason to live!"

Upon hearing the order, Kazahana Dōtō hurriedly complied, though he was puzzled, but survival was the priority now.

As a surge of energy emanated from Orochimaru's fingertips, Kazahana Dōtō felt a refreshing coolness enter his mind.

A moment later, a snake-shaped totem appeared on his forehead, flashed once, and then disappeared.

After doing all this, Orochimaru clearly felt a connection between himself and Kazahana Dōtō, as if Kazahana Dōtō could do anything for him as long as he asked.

Aside from a sudden coolness in his head, Kazahana Dōtō didn't feel anything unusual, but his gaze towards Orochimaru had become one of deep awe.

"Don't blame me for beating you up like this, okay?"

Orochimaru patted Kazahana Dōtō on the shoulder, and even though Fuuka Nutō was in so much pain that his face was twitching, there was not a trace of resentment in his eyes.

"I wouldn't dare! My entire life belongs to you, sir. You can take it anytime you wish!"

"This isn't Loyalty Mark; it's more like Slave Mark. It's truly perverse! But I like it."

Not bad, that's a really good skill! Just then, Orochimaru's clone returned, carrying two Snow Ninja in his hands.

"Fubuki Emishi, Mizore Fuyukuma!"

When Kazahana Dōtō saw the two ninjas thrown in front of him, he thought, "Well, that's good, the Nadare Rōga trio is all here."

The three are still very young. The youngest Mizore Fuyukuma, is only fourteen or fifteen years old, while the other two have just come of age. These three can be said to be the core group cultivated by Kazahana Dōtō.

"Guren, wake them up!"

Guren, who had been watching from the sidelines, was somewhat dumbfounded, but quickly came to her senses upon hearing Orochimaru's instructions.

"Huh? Oh...!"

Guren hurriedly stepped forward to wake up the three unconscious ninjas. The first thing they saw when they opened their eyes was Orochimaru standing in front of them, and at the same time, they caught a glimpse of the half-dead Kazahana Dōtō.

They immediately wanted to fight back, but before they could make a move, Kazahana Dōtō's shouts rang in their ears.

"Insolence! Disrespecting adults is forbidden!"