Rings of purple ripples spread from the depths of his pupils.
They carried an ancient, mysterious aura filled with divine majesty.
Rinnegan!
Nagato stayed where he was and raised his right hand, his five fingers spreading slightly.
His palm faced the golden rain of swords sweeping down from the sky.
"Fūjutsu Kyūin!"
[Buzz——]
With his low shout, a translucent spherical energy barrier expanded outward with him at its center, shielding his entire body tightly within it.
The next second.
The "Judgment Light Swords," filled with powerful magic, touched the barrier and vanished like clay oxen sinking into the sea.
They were directly broken down and absorbed, turning into pure energy that poured into Nagato's body.
However, he could not convert this light-attribute magic for his own use. After absorbing it, he could only release it back outside his body.
In the blink of an eye, the "rain of light swords" had stopped, but Nagato's raised right palm did not lower.
His Rinnegan remained locked on Patry fifty meters away.
Immediately after, the Fūjutsu Kyūin he had been using switched at once to another move.
"Bansho Ten'in!"
Nagato's cold voice echoed through the arena.
At the same time, a powerful gravitational force crossed the distance of space like an invisible giant hand, catching his opponent with precise, domineering force.
"Hm?"
Patry, standing where he was, suddenly felt his body pitch forward out of his control.
Fortunately, he had watched Nagato's previous matches.
So he immediately drove the magic inside him, turning into a streak of golden light as he moved backward, using it to counteract the invisible pull dragging at him, then flew into the air to seize the advantageous height.
During this process, the Grimoire in front of Patry flipped rapidly through its pages, and he jerked both hands apart.