Though his subordinates pursued relentlessly, none dared engage in close combat. Ishihara Shin's eyes flickered with coldness, but he said nothing.
"Move aside!"
He barked at the ninjas ahead of him and decided to act personally.
Whoosh! Though his enemies shrank back, Saitama continued cutting down those blocking his path in order to break through. Even in his weakened state, ordinary Hidden Stone ninjas still struggled to withstand him.
The most optimistic outcome was merely trading a crippled body for a single wound on Saitama.
Saitama had no time to finish off the severely wounded enemies who still clung to life. His gaze locked onto the distant mountains, filled only with resolve.
A massive blade suddenly cleaved down at Saitama. His movements had already slowed, and an jonin who had waited for this moment was now watching him closely.
The instant Saitama hesitated as he stepped forward was seen as an opening. The Hidden Stone ninja lowered his body and aimed his blade straight at Saitama's left leg—not to kill him in one blow, but to cripple his mobility.
Crack! The sound of bone breaking rang out. Saitama's face twisted, but in the next instant, his blade pierced the enemy's throat.
That greatsword was not a sharp weapon, but a deliberately forged, blunt and heavy one.
The strike broke Saitama's left leg, making him stagger.
Though he endured the agony through sheer willpower, cold sweat still soaked his entire body.
The other Hidden Stone ninjas saw this, their killing intent surging as they swarmed him.
It was over!
Saitama fell to his knees in despair, supporting himself with his sword as a thought suddenly surfaced in his heart—
Is this as far as I go?
Drip! Blood fell to the ground and slowly spread. Saitama stared at the stain, all