After the Fierce Battle, Danger Fades

"How can this brat's Chakra be so abundant!" Yantie's heart was in turmoil. He never expected a Genin to be able to continuously unleash such high-intensity Ninjutsu.

Fortunately, he was cautious and sent out an earth clone to test the waters. Otherwise, he would have suffered a great loss from that last attack.

A strong killing intent surged from the depths of his heart. This brat had to be eliminated quickly!

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly formed hand seals, summoning another Rock Giant.

"Go, crush him for me!" The Rock Giant roared, stomping forward with heavy steps towards Haotian.

Haotian didn't retreat an inch, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

He knew that his opponent thought his Chakra was depleted, making it the perfect time for a counterattack.

He formed hand seals again. This time, a golden light shone around him, and a clone identical to his main body appeared beside him.

"Hmph, mere parlor tricks!" Yantie scoffed dismissively, controlling the Rock Giant to slam its palm down, shattering Haotian's golden clone.

The rock giant's palm, still carrying momentum, smashed into the ground, shaking the entire forest.

Yantie looked at the shattered clone and sneered, "Brat, your Chakra is used up, right? Now, let me send you to hell!"

However, just as Yantie was feeling smug, he felt a burning sensation from his wrist.

He looked down and saw that the golden clone he had just shattered had transformed into a mass of viscous golden liquid, clinging tightly to the Rock Giant's arm. The golden liquid was emitting white smoke, rapidly melting the Rock Giant's arm.

"How is this possible?!" Yantie's eyes widened in shock. Before he could react, the golden liquid had completely melted the Rock Giant's arm and was continuing to spread upwards along the limb.

Yantie felt an intense sense of crisis engulfing him. He suddenly realized that this was no mere clone, but a trap containing terrifying energy!

"Open!!" Yantie roared, struggling with all his might to break free, only to find the golden liquid like a leech, firmly attached to his arm, impossible to shake off.

Just then, the golden light intensified, and from the melting clone, a dense cloud of nuclear radiation erupted, instantly engulfing Yantie's body.

Yantie felt a sharp pain in his arm, which quickly spread throughout his entire body. He could feel his flesh being scorched, his bones melting.

"Ah—" Yantie let out a piercing scream, struggling desperately to escape the terrifying nuclear radiation cloud, but it was all in vain.

His body began to disintegrate.

He looked at Haotian in the distance, his expressionless face, his eyes red with unwillingness and rage.

"Damn it..." Gritting his teeth, he raised his other hand without regard for the consequences and fiercely chopped at the arm entangled by the golden liquid.

Yantie gritted his teeth and let out a beast-like roar. His intact arm became a blur as it slashed down at the arm being corroded by the golden liquid.

The intense pain made him black out, almost losing consciousness, but relying on his survival instinct, he endured the bone-piercing agony.

The severed arm fell to the ground, accompanied by a sizzling corrosive sound, and was quickly consumed by the golden liquid.

Yantie clutched the spurting blood from his severed arm, his blood-red eyes fixed on Haotian, a furious flame of revenge burning in his heart.

"Brat, I'll kill you!" he roared, his figure shooting towards Haotian like an arrow loosed from a bow, a thick scent of blood trailing behind him.

However, before he could reach Haotian, his steps abruptly halted.

A coppery sweetness surged in his throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, dyeing the ground red.

Yantie's body swayed a few times before finally collapsing powerlessly to the ground. He struggled to get up but found his body unresponsive, his limbs numb, and his consciousness beginning to blur.

Haotian watched it all calmly, his eyes devoid of any emotion, even carrying a hint of mockery.

"You thought cutting off your arm would let you escape? How naive." His voice was cold, like the ice and snow of a harsh winter.

"My Nuclear Style clone is not a simple Clone Technique. It contains high concentrations of nuclear radiation. The air you inhaled, every inch of land you touched, has already been contaminated by radiation. What you severed was merely an infected limb."

Yantie's eyes widened, filled with terror and despair.

He finally understood that he had been wrong from the very beginning.

In his pursuit of a perfect strike, he had overlooked Haotian's true objective.

He wanted a quick victory but ended up falling into the opponent's trap.

"You... you..." He wanted to say something, but only managed to utter indistinct sounds, blood continuously welling up in his throat.

"My poison is incurable." Haotian interrupted him coldly. He raised his hand, and a Kunai shot out like lightning, precisely piercing Yantie's head.