Stone Hides Turtle Field Death

Within the Uchiha clan, especially among the women, they are treated as nothing more than objects! Men fight, and women exist to bear offspring, unless a woman possesses formidable strength. Even then, once they reach marriageable age, they are often forcibly claimed by the clan's powerhouses. After all, the stronger the individual, the greater the potential for their offspring to possess superior talent!

Thinking of this, Kangetsu secretly mused: It all comes down to strength! If I were powerful enough, I would be the one to decide everything!

With that thought, Kangetsu clenched his right hand. Looking at his fully recovered hand, he turned to the two members of the Yamanaka clan and said, "Your medical ninjutsu is quite well-mastered. Keep up the good work!"

He stepped past them and pulled the black blade he had previously driven into the ground.

At this moment, Kangetsu narrowed his eyes. Seeing Inoue returning with the corpse of Ishikura Kameda, he said, "Inoue, hand this body over to these two from the Yamanaka clan. Their secret techniques are quite adept at probing a person's memories."

Having said this, he walked toward the side.

Inoue hurriedly followed Kangetsu and replied, "Yes, Lord Kangetsu!"

He issued a few orders, leaving half the men behind, while the other half followed Kangetsu.

Kangetsu strode forward with the gait of a dragon and the steps of a tiger, every movement radiating a heroic aura.

Kangetsu's eyes were cold, and his black blade dripped with fresh red blood.

With every step Kangetsu took, he would strike down anyone he encountered with a single slash.

At this moment, Kangetsu had no chakra left, but the immense killing intent harvested from slaying a Jonin had transformed into energy, strengthening his body. Although he was still at the mid-stage of Ming Jin, he was not far from the late stage.

Having gained this powerful strength and physique, he unleashed his taijutsu.

In his previous life, Kangetsu practiced the Killing Fist, a style born from the battlefield, and now, this place felt just like one.

Though the blade in Kangetsu's hand lacked chakra, it carried a trace of malevolent ferocity.

Before killing each person, Kangetsu would condense his entire killing intent into a single point along the edge of his blade.

In that instant, his victims would be struck with terror, their bodies freezing in place. Then, a flash of blood would appear, and they would fall dead beneath Kangetsu's blade.

This was Kangetsu's swordsmanship—a style purely for killing.

It was a matter of presence, a killing aura.

When a fledgling peerless expert meets a battle-hardened veteran who has killed countless men, the one who dies is inevitably the peerless expert.

This is the power of a man's killing intent, his aura.

At this moment, Kangetsu seemed to have transformed into a peerless demon, a supreme killer, slaying with every step, shouting with every kill.

His cold, low voice echoed repeatedly with a single word: "Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill..."

It was the sound of a soul being claimed by hell, the death warrant of a god of slaughter.

Slaughtering the world, blood flowing endlessly!

Green plums boiled with wine, who shall rule the rise and fall?

Look at the blood-red sun and crimson moon, listen to the ghosts weeping and wailing!

Though his heart was cold, his blade was scorching hot.

A faint sorrow hung at the corners of his mouth, while threads of desolation lingered in the corners of his eyes.

Within the Uchiha clan, especially among the women, they are treated as nothing more than objects! Men fight, and women exist to bear offspring, unless a woman possesses formidable strength. Even then, once they reach marriageable age, they are often forcibly claimed by the clan's powerhouses. After all, the stronger the individual, the greater the potential for their offspring to possess superior talent!

Thinking of this, Kangetsu secretly mused: It all comes down to strength! If I were powerful enough, I would be the one to decide everything!

With that thought, Kangetsu clenched his right hand. Looking at his fully recovered hand, he turned to the two members of the Yamanaka clan and said, "Your medical ninjutsu is quite well-mastered. Keep up the good work!"

He stepped past them and pulled the black blade he had previously driven into the ground.

At this moment, Kangetsu narrowed his eyes. Seeing Inoue returning with the corpse of Ishikura Kameda, he said, "Inoue, hand this body over to these two from the Yamanaka clan. Their secret techniques are quite adept at probing a person's memories."

Having said this, he walked toward the side.

Inoue hurriedly followed Kangetsu and replied, "Yes, Lord Kangetsu!"

He issued a few orders, leaving half the men behind, while the other half followed Kangetsu.

Kangetsu strode forward with the gait of a dragon and the steps of a tiger, every movement radiating a heroic aura.

Kangetsu's eyes were cold, and his black blade dripped with fresh red blood.

With every step Kangetsu took, he would strike down anyone he encountered with a single slash.

At this moment, Kangetsu had no chakra left, but the immense killing intent harvested from slaying a Jonin had transformed into energy, strengthening his body. Although he was still at the mid-stage of Ming Jin, he was not far from the late stage.

Having gained this powerful strength and physique, he unleashed his taijutsu.

In his previous life, Kangetsu practiced the Killing Fist, a style born from the battlefield, and now, this place felt just like one.

Though the blade in Kangetsu's hand lacked chakra, it carried a trace of malevolent ferocity.

Before killing each person, Kangetsu would condense his entire killing intent into a single point along the edge of his blade.

In that instant, his victims would be struck with terror, their bodies freezing in place. Then, a flash of blood would appear, and they would fall dead beneath Kangetsu's blade.

This was Kangetsu's swordsmanship—a style purely for killing.

It was a matter of presence, a killing aura.

When a fledgling peerless expert meets a battle-hardened veteran who has killed countless men, the one who dies is inevitably the peerless expert.

This is the power of a man's killing intent, his aura.

At this moment, Kangetsu seemed to transform into a peerless devil, a peerless killer; with every step a kill, and with every kill, a shout!

His cold, low shout echoed incessantly, repeating a single word: "Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill..."

This was the voice of a soul-snatching specter from hell, a death warrant issued by the God of Slaughter!

Slaughtering the world, blood flowing without end!

Green plums boiled in wine, who shall dictate the rise and fall?

Witness the blood-sun and crimson moon, listen to the ghosts weeping and wailing!

Though his heart was cold, his blade burned with heat!

A faint sorrow hung upon the corners of his mouth, while wisps of desolation lingered at the corners of his eyes!