Orochimaru's vertical pupils contracted, and his expression turned somewhat grim.
The smoke cleared.
Two towering figures, Fujin and Raijin, appeared beside Sarutobi Hiruzen. Their muscles bulged grotesquely, and they stared toward Orochimaru with killing intent.
"We can gang up on him."
"Why should I fight him one-on-one?"
Sarutobi Hiruzen smiled playfully.
Without preparation, who would willingly face Orochimaru, that old schemer?
He certainly would not foolishly fight Orochimaru for three hundred rounds. Even if he feared nothing, he would still do the same.
No matter how strong one was, before reaching the level of a Four-Star powerhouse, even Uchiha Madara could be stabbed to death with a kunai, let alone him.
"This is troublesome."
Orochimaru narrowed his serpentine eyes and gave Sarutobi Hiruzen a meaningful glance.
The Third Hokage of the past could never have so calmly carried out such a shameless move.
He was now beginning to wonder whether the man standing above was really his Teacher Sarutobi.
But Orochimaru had no time to think further.
The next second, a blast of wind pressure swept over. Fujin and Raijin charged one after the other, wrapped in tremendous force, sucking all the surrounding air into a vacuum.
Orochimaru tilted his head aside. His body drooped as if boneless, strangely evading Fujin and Raijin's punches and kicks.
Then he stomped the ground and rapidly retreated, unwilling to become entangled with Fujin and Raijin.
For Orochimaru, fighting Sarutobi Hiruzen again and washing away his humiliation was impossible now.
He had secretly watched Fujin and Raijin's strength on the battlefield before, so he knew he was absolutely no match for them.
Fujin and Raijin naturally had no intention of letting Orochimaru go. As their movements triggered explosive bursts of air, they pressed forward step by step.
The strength of perfect weapons was enough