The Death of Ōtsutsuki Isshiki [Third Update 8K]

Menma's cold, mocking words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing themselves hard into Isshiki's proud dignity.

To throw his own sentence back at him word for word—what utter contempt!

"You bastard—" The fury in Isshiki's chest instantly smashed through the dam of reason. The majesty belonging to an Ōtsutsuki vanished without a trace, leaving only the rage of someone repeatedly provoked by a "lower life-form."

His golden "Black Eye" flared with violent light, and the chakra around him surged out of control, blasting the water at his feet into sprays in every direction.

However, before his furious growl could fully leave his throat, the golden figure before his eyes had already blurred!

In the next instant, Menma suddenly appeared at Isshiki's side, moving so fast he surpassed the limits of sight.

His right fist, wrapped in a golden chakra cloak, carried no flourish at all—only the purest power and speed. It tore through the air and slammed solidly into Isshiki's pale, twisted cheek!

Bang—!

The dull impact made one's teeth ache.

Isshiki did not even manage to block or dodge properly. His entire body flew out like a kite with its string cut, hurled away by that tremendous force.

He cut through the heavy curtain of rain, accompanied by a series of thunderous crashes as steel bars twisted and brickwork shattered, before plunging headfirst into the ruins of a half-collapsed sheet-metal building in the distance, kicking up a sky full of dust and broken parts.

And in the very same instant he threw that punch, Menma's other hand had already rescued Nagato, who had been on the verge of suffocation, from the grip of death.

With fluid movements, he brought Nagato back to Yahiko and the others, then set him down gently.

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough—" Nagato slumped onto