He seemed to be standing on solid ground, his body arched into the deepest curve possible.
His right foot was coated in black Armament Haki. With the force of a thunderbolt, it slammed into the Masked Man's head.
Thud~
Hyuga Shinichi had utterly won this exchange.
The mask on the Masked Man's face shattered into dozens of wooden splinters, which flew in every direction and embedded themselves in the ground.
Beneath it was a horribly disfigured face. He seemed unwilling to let anyone see his true appearance.
The White Zetsu covering half his body writhed, quickly covering that face that shouldn't see the light of day. The spot where they had collided was already a mangled, twisted mess of flesh.
Teeth mixed with bloody foam sprayed from his mouth, along with occasional chunks of his internal organs.
His body flew backward like a sack of trash, hurtling hundreds of meters as it plowed a deep furrow into the ground.
By the time he forced himself to stop, his black robe had been reduced to rags.
His arms hung limp, and he was breathing hard.
That one strike had left him unable to fight any further.
Hyuga Shinichi kept stepping through the air with Geppo, hovering there as he looked down at the defeated man beneath him.
The White Zetsu had fashioned another wooden mask over the Masked Man's face. He was still playing mysterious, but he no longer had the courage to keep fighting.
From the start, he'd feared that the Hyuga Clan's Byakugan might see through his identity. That was why he'd prepared a special orange mask with a sealing array carved into it, capable of blocking the Byakugan's visual prowess.
Even that hadn't seemed safe enough, so he'd arranged in advance for Kumogakure's ninja to hold back the