A golden pillar of light struck Nobunaga from above at blinding speed, its sudden, dazzling radiance spreading in every direction.
Yet the force of the impact remained concentrated within the golden pillar. Only its edges released powerful gusts, making the strike look less overwhelming than it actually was.
But—
The golden pillar extended into an arm gleaming with golden light, which led straight to the space behind Moyu.
The arm belonged to a gigantic Golden Guanyin standing on a lotus, suspended behind Moyu and radiating a solemn, majestic presence amid waves of golden light.
100-Type Guanyin!
Kanzai looked up at the 100-Type Guanyin, his face filled with shock.
"Fuck, fuck..."
Lacking the vocabulary to describe what he felt, Kanzai could only repeat the curse like a machine.
Why...
Why could this bastard Moyu use 100-Type Guanyin?!
And that palm strike had been nothing like the knockoff version from before.
It had felt almost exactly like Chairman Netero's 100-Type Guanyin.
"Y-you..."
Kanzai slowly turned toward Moyu, unable to get a single sentence out.
Moyu was still somewhat immersed in the strange, profound sensation of unleashing 100-Type Guanyin: First Palm. Noticing that Kanzai was too stunned to speak, he couldn't help smiling faintly.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"Tell me what?!"
At Moyu's words, Kanzai finally recovered his ability to speak and instinctively shot back a question.
Moyu said seriously, "I can actually use 100-Type Guanyin."
"??!"
Kanzai froze, suddenly ambushed by a long-buried memory.
He remembered.
Moyu had fought Chairman Netero that time, then ended up hospitalized with serious injuries.
When Kanzai visited him in the hospital afterward, Moyu had indeed told him...
"Maybe it's because I can use 100-Type Guanyin."
Yes, he had definitely said that.
The problem was—
*Who the fuck would believe something like that? Any normal person would