Bang!
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long while.
The water waves entwined with electric currents were promptly diverted away by the jōnin overseeing the match.
When they came back to their senses and saw the scene before them, their expressions froze in astonishment.
In that instant, they had only felt a surging aura erupt like a raging tidal wave.
Faced with that terrifying, vast, and sharp killing intent, even they, as jōnin, had felt an inexplicable sense of insignificance.
If they had not been battle-hardened veterans tempered through blood and fire, they would likely have been like the chūnin and genin in the field—pale-faced, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat.
Some of the weaker ones were even gasping for breath as though drowning, unable to recover for quite some time.
However, the one who drew the most attention was Boruto, who had been caught in the attack.
At that moment, his pupils were unfocused, and the life force gradually fading from his body made it seem as though he could die at any moment.
"W-What kind of damned move was that?!"
A chūnin could not help muttering in alarm.
He took a slight step back and stumbled.
Unable to keep his footing, he dropped onto the ground, then looked at Tsubaki, who was five or six years younger than him, and could not help saying, "If I were facing that kind of invisible killing attack, I'd probably end up the same way."
The noisy scene instantly fell into dead silence.
Especially after those words of weakness, spoken almost like a mutter.
No one could laugh.
Neither the genin nor the chūnin could, and even the jōnin were no exception.
The jōnin had not displayed any particularly miserable appearances.