Two men who had opened the Eight Gates Released Formation fought at blinding speed on the island, their figures so fast that only two streaks of blood-red light could be seen flashing incessantly.
At the same time, the island below was being battered and shattered by that terrifying power. The hard rock was as fragile as tofu before it, unable to withstand a single blow.
After pushing the Evening Elephant to its fifth speed, Might Duy could go no further. He had reached the limit of what he could unleash, but he kept throwing punches all the same. Even with cracks spreading across every bone in his body, he never stopped swinging his fists.
He wasn't fighting only for Konoha or for his son. He was also fighting for his own youth—and for the youth of the boy who understood him.
It might sound like a long time, but in reality, both men's outbursts were brief. After all, they were burning through their lives, and Might Duy could hold on for even less time.
Only after both his fists and arms had been smashed to pieces did Might Duy finally lose strength and fall onto the surface of the sea.
As for the island from before, it had been flattened and submerged beneath the seawater.
"You perfected the Eight Inner Gates?"
Ignoring his crumbling body, Might Duy stared at the boy drifting down toward him.
The boy's Eight Gates Released Formation was very different from his own. Duy couldn't control the rampaging power, so it spread outward and formed an aura, even drawing blood out of his body.
That was actually a huge waste. It did nothing to help increase his power.
But the boy kept all his power contained within himself, letting none of it escape. His control and