He looked up once more at the four terrified men opposite him, and a trace of regret surfaced in Might Duy's heart.
The enemy did not know the condition of his body, but he himself knew it all too well.
Once the Eighth Death Gate was opened, it meant the host's life had entered a countdown.
He could feel the flame of his life about to go out.
Though every strike he delivered in this state possessed unstoppable power, the strength he had left was no longer enough to kill all four of them.
If only I could create techniques suited to the Eight Gates Formation and bring out the power of all eight gates perfectly, today wouldn't have ended in such regret! What a pity. What a pity! He sighed inwardly.
No one knew himself better than he did. Aside from having achieved a little in Taijutsu, he was good at nothing else.
It was fair to say that he was simply the dull-witted type.
He had spent twenty years just mastering the Eight Gates Formation. Creating techniques to match the power of the eight gates was already beyond his abilities.
Perhaps Guy can make up for the regrets of the eight gates! He cautiously shifted his position, searching for an opportunity to strike, and thought silently.
Like him, his son Might Guy was also unskilled in anything besides Taijutsu, but Guy's talent in Taijutsu was far greater than his own.
He had every reason to believe that, in the days to come, Guy would gradually make up for the flaws of the eight gates and create techniques suited to their power.
Meanwhile, after seeing that Might Duy was unharmed and had even taken advantage of the situation to kill one of their comrades, the remaining four Ninja Sword