Opportunities to fight a legendary demigod were few and far between.
Given Yanliu's strength, it was already impressive that he could trade blows with the reanimated body of a past-his-prime Hanzo.
Yanliu was only flesh and blood. His chakra was limited, and his stamina could not sustain such exceptional performance forever.
Hanzo's reanimated body possessed virtually limitless chakra and near-limitless stamina—an immortal body.
Though Yanliu was powerful, he was still slightly inferior. That tiny gap was the difference between heaven and earth.
He could match him, but victory was difficult.
As time passed, Yanliu would only find himself in greater danger.
The title of "demigod" had not been earned through sword and blade alone. It also came from his masterful use of poison.
Gradually, ninjas without sufficient strength were no longer qualified even to approach the two men's battlefield.
There were not only swift blades, but also deadly poison continuously spreading through the air. Both were enough to make people shudder.
Without subordinates supporting him, Yanliu found it increasingly difficult to withstand Hanzo's attacks. His defeat seemed only a matter of time.
Orochimaru, disguised as Shigure, an Amegakure jonin, strolled unhurriedly into the battle zone between Hanzo and Yanliu.
When great power rested in the hands of individuals, organizations became less capable of restraining the strong. Especially once one's strength reached the point where numerical superiority could be ignored to some extent, an individual's will could greatly influence the direction of the collective.
In the society of Mizuki's previous life, with the advancement of science and technology, the contributions of a tiny number of exceptionally intelligent elites to social progress far exceeded the combined contributions of the countless mediocre masses. Much less in the shinobi world, where heroes determined the future of the world and extraordinary powers emerged one after