After several seconds of buildup, the dragon-shaped currents around Might Duy finally fully condensed. He let out a low shout—"Night Guy!"—then drove off with both legs, charging toward his target with unstoppable momentum.
"Rumble..." A massive red-and-black dragon tore through the forest like a high-speed train, smashing through everything in its path. The enormous trees before it were sent flying in all directions, leaving behind a broad path.
Fuguki, who was running with his head down, sensed the immense chakra rapidly closing in from behind and fell into despair. Even Samehada in his hand lay completely still, like a dead object, having lost its usual craving for chakra. He knew he was doomed this time. But he had clearly run farther away—why was that man attacking him?
Might Duy's reason for bypassing the nearer target and choosing Fuguki was simple: Fuguki was bigger, making him easier to lock onto while moving at extreme speed. If Fuguki had known the reason, he would surely have regretted never losing weight.
The dragon-shaped current moved at an incredible speed. The chakra condensed by Night Guy was so powerful that even the surrounding space twisted. This technique possessed terrifying destructive power; it could break through Six Paths Madara's defenses and shatter his ribs. If an ordinary Kage-level fighter took this hit, they would undoubtedly be pulverized.
Just as Might Duy was about to cross the hundred-meter distance and unleash a fatal blow, an unexpected change occurred. A white figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield and stood directly in the path of the crimson dragon!
Might Duy was already moving at the limits of speed. The scenery around him had blurred into warped streaks of light, yet he recognized the identity of the figure before him at first glance!
"No..." Might Duy's resolute expression abruptly