Hunting Isshiki!

An unprecedented chill sank Isshiki's heart into a bottomless abyss.

The way he looked at Menma had shifted from wariness to deep terror.

As if he was the prey being targeted, and the other party was the hunter!

Yet before he could sort out that terrifying suspicion, Menma's next wave of attacks came at him again!

Isshiki only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes, and the figure opposite him vanished from his perception as if into thin air!

No, he had not vanished. He was even faster than before!

So fast that even the Byakugan he had activated at full power could only catch an extremely blurred golden afterimage, utterly unable to lock onto his exact trajectory or form!

"What?!" Isshiki was horrified. The other party's speed was still increasing!

That speed had already caused severe lag and deviation in his perception!

"Behind me?!" Relying on several thousand years of battle experience and the Byakugan's vague sense of chakra, Isshiki twisted around sharply. A chakra Black Receiver condensed in his left palm, and without even looking, he stabbed viciously toward a rough direction behind him, trying to force the other party back.

However, the chakra Black Receiver he thrust out only pierced a scattering of lingering golden motes.

In the next instant, Menma's figure had already appeared diagonally in front of him, no more than an arm's length away!

The boy's face, wrapped in a golden chakra cloak, was almost pressed against his own, his eyes cold as they watched Isshiki's horrified expression.

"Too slow," Menma said flatly.

At the same time, the Truth-Seeking Orb in his hand, which had reformed into the shape of a black staff, came down from above with a shriek that tore through the air, cleaving viciously toward Isshiki's head!

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