"Are you all right?" Suikazan Fuguki asked solemnly.
"I won't die!"
Juzo Biwa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, fixed his gaze on the green figure, and strode back into the encirclement.
Though he made it sound easy, only he knew that the kick just now had already injured his internal organs. If Kubikiribōchō had not blocked part of it, that blow would likely have taken his life.
He then touched the cracks on Kubikiribōchō and said to the green figure, "Since you've damaged my sword, use your blood to repair it!"
Ignoring Juzo Biwa's provocation, Might Duy cautiously kept watch over everyone while urging the three people behind him again, "Go! Leave this place to me!"
"But Dad, there's no way you can be a match for the seven of them!" Might Guy cried out.
"Guy! Don't worry. Your father has a way to hold them back!" Might Duy briefly turned his head and gave his son a confident smile.
Suddenly, Might Guy seemed to remember something and said anxiously, "No! Dad, you can't use that technique!"
"Guy! Listen to me!"
Might Duy's deep, heavy voice was like a cool summer breeze, dispersing the agitation in his heart. Guy suddenly fell silent.
Carefully guarding against the enemies around him, Might Duy slowly said, "I once told you that technique must not be used lightly, but I never told you what the condition for using it actually was!"
"Now, I can tell you!"
"Only when protecting the thing most precious to you are you qualified to use that technique!"
"And to your father, you are his most precious treasure!"
"Eight Gates Formation: Eighth Death Gate, open!"
Before his voice had even faded, an aura of chakra erupted from Might Duy once more, many times stronger than before.