"The Heaven-Descending Palm?"
Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, a trace of confusion flashing through his golden, serpentine eyes.
What kind of palm strike descended from the heavens?
Could it be Hashirama's [Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands]?
Those countless giant wooden fists?
Had Might Guy mastered a similar ability?
"Surely... not?"
Orochimaru looked uncertain.
Guy offered no explanation.
He stared at Orochimaru, his gaze loaded with meaning.
His stare made Orochimaru uneasy. "What are you looking at me for?"
Guy smiled.
"Lord Orochimaru, I'll be heading up into the air first."
"When I'm about to land, summon Manda immediately."
"I was just wondering... you wouldn't take the opportunity to slip away, would you, Lord Orochimaru?"
Orochimaru froze for a moment, then his mouth twitched as he rasped:
"Of... of course not."
Guy's smile grew more teasing.
"Lord Orochimaru, our cooperation has been very 'pleasant' so far."
"I hope you won't 'run away' when the time comes. Otherwise, this 'strike' I've prepared for Manda might just land on you instead."
He deliberately emphasized "pleasant" and "run away."
Orochimaru's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He nodded gently, forcing an ugly smile onto his face.
"Rest assured. As one of the Konoha Sannin, I can at least keep my word."
Guy curled his lip.
Orochimaru, keeping his word?
Fine. He'd take him at his word for now.
Before Orochimaru could say anything else, blue steam blazed around Guy once more, the power of lightning and fire reinforcing his entire body!
"Eight Inner Gates, Sixth Gate, Gate of View!"
"Open!!!"
Violent blue steam, mingled with leaping arcs of electricity and flames, erupted from Guy's body once again!
Feeling the tremendous surge of power around Guy, Orochimaru instinctively took several steps back.
Unless he used a special forbidden technique, he would never dare fight Might Guy head-on at