Kawaki Aoba's gaze sharpened. He suddenly twisted aside, dodging the iron sand longsword, while the short blade in his hand slashed out. A cyan Chakra blade struck toward the iron sand sword. With a crisp crack, the iron sand longsword was severed in two, scattering into a cloud of iron sand.
"Impossible!"
The black-clad figure's face was full of shock. He had never expected Kawaki Aoba's Chakra blade to cut through the Third Kazekage Puppet's iron sand. "What nature is your Chakra? Why does it have such terrifying piercing power?"
"You don't need to know."
Kawaki Aoba's tone was icy as he charged forward again. The short blade in his hand swung repeatedly, sending cyan Chakra blades flying at the black-clad figure and the Third Kazekage Puppet. The Chakra blades were incredibly fast, cutting off every route of retreat.
The black-clad figure's expression changed drastically. While controlling the Third Kazekage Puppet to block the Chakra blades with iron sand, he retreated rapidly, trying to evade Kawaki Aoba's attacks. But Kawaki Aoba was too fast. He could not avoid them all, and several more cuts opened across his body, blood staining his clothes red.
"Damn it!"
The black-clad figure roared, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. "Since you're forcing my hand, don't blame me for showing no mercy!" His hands formed seals at high speed as he shouted, "Puppet Technique: Iron Sand Dance!"
Before his words had even faded, the iron sand on the Third Kazekage Puppet erupted. Countless grains of iron sand whirled through the air, forming a massive iron sand storm that swept toward Kawaki Aoba. The storm was immensely powerful; wherever it passed, yellow sand was swept away and deep furrows were gouged into the ground.
Kawaki Aoba's face changed. He could feel that this iron sand