Seeing Jugo lying there like a dead dog, Suigetsu and Guren both sucked in a sharp breath. Their eyes were filled with uncontrollable horror and shock.
They had expected Jugo to lose, but never imagined it would happen so quickly—or so brutally.
When Suigetsu had been entertaining his crooked thoughts earlier, he had seen Jugo and Ueno Kei seemingly locked in an evenly matched exchange. In that kind of hard-hitting taijutsu clash, Suigetsu had thought that, no matter what, Jugo would be able to withstand a few more moves from Ueno Kei.
Moreover, given Jugo's recovery abilities, he might even have gained the upper hand in their taijutsu battle and worn down Ueno Kei's stamina and chakra. But expectations were beautiful; reality was cruel.
Suigetsu and Guren had only looked away from Jugo and Ueno Kei long enough to exchange a few words, yet things had already turned out like this. Suigetsu's face had been pale to begin with, but now it was even whiter.
"Damn it! We have to save Jugo!" Guren gritted out. With that, she sprang forward and rushed straight toward Jugo. Suigetsu's expression flickered uncertainly, a trace of struggle appearing on his face before turning into a soft sigh. Guren was right. As long as Orochimaru was alive, it was useless no matter where he ran.
He might as well honestly rescue Jugo before retreating, though that path would be difficult as well.
Thus, Suigetsu followed behind Guren and headed straight toward Jugo.
Not far away, Ueno Kei watched Guren and Suigetsu draw closer with cold eyes. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
Ueno Kei swiftly plunged the Lingyu Blade into the ground and rapidly formed hand seals.
"Wind Wing—Ultimate Art of Dominion—Myriad Thunder Prison Pull!" Ueno Kei snorted coldly. A