Dark clouds churned across the sky. Hanzo of the Salamander was truly enraged. His chakra linked with the summoned beast beneath his feet, completely surpassing the limits an ordinary person should possess.
"Oh, that amount of chakra is nearly on par with a Jinchuriki." Shin raised a brow slightly, his expression remaining calm without the slightest hint of impatience. Hanzo of the Salamander's aura grew ever stronger. The surrounding earth began to tremble faintly under his influence; damp gravel bounced across the ground, while ripples spread outward through the puddles. In only a few breaths, Hanzo's aura climbed to its peak. He leaped into the air, the sickle in his hand flashing with a dazzling cold gleam. At that instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent, leaving only his soaring figure.
"This pressure... he's actually become this powerful?" Jiraiya's face turned deathly pale. He was shocked beyond belief, not because he did not want to speak, but because he could not force the words out.
At this moment, anyone not present would find it difficult to comprehend just how terrifying this invisible pressure was. Killing intent and chakra filled the air, like a crushing weight bearing down upon them. Even with their strength, they felt as though they were suffocating.
The momentary stillness shattered, and heaven and earth abruptly turned violent. Amid a thunderous roar, four spiraling columns of water shot up from underground, like massive pillars supporting the sky as they pierced into the clouds. Thunder rumbled overhead, with flashes of lightning faintly visible.
The sickle in Hanzo's hand had already turned crimson, covered at some unknown point by Fire Style chakra. In an instant, he slashed down. Fire Style wrapped around the blade aura as it tore through the sky and struck directly toward Shin in the