What level of strength the Sannin possessed at this time was something most people did not truly know. Even among themselves, they had all held something back.
For instance, Orochimaru had already begun to master "Impure World Reincarnation," Tsunade possessed the "Spirit Strength Technique" she had learned from Mito, and Jiraiya was training in Sage Art at Mount Myoboku. These were each of their trump cards, and for various reasons, none had been revealed until now.
Yet even judging by the strength they had displayed during the war, the three had long since reached the Kage-level standard. Though they were not considered experts among Kage-level Experts, they were undoubtedly above the required level.
Among them, Orochimaru was the strongest under normal circumstances. That was precisely why Tsunade and Jiraiya had chosen to have him assassinate Hanzo.
"Kid, you're quite strong, but if you think that's enough to fight this old man, you're looking down on me too much." Facing the descending serpent shadow, Hanzo gave a cold snort and swung the sickle in his hand. The protruding earth spikes around him snapped apart at once. He stomped his foot, sending chakra into the ground, where it formed dense stone arrows
that shot into the sky, nearly sealing off every possible route Orochimaru could use to escape.
Splat!
The stone arrows were incredibly fast. In an instant, they tore apart the diving serpent shadow, and blood mixed with serpent entrails rained down like a bloody downpour.
"Kid, these earth spikes are filled with poison-natured chakra. The moment they touch you, death is certain. You'd best be careful." Hanzo of the Salamander spoke casually, yet every word carried the distance between life and death.
"So I can't touch them." Orochimaru's gaze swept from side to side. There were almost no gaps