A Perfect Susanoo, clad in a somewhat unsettling layer of Wood Release armor, came down like an iron tower with thunderous force, slapping straight toward the wildly mutating "giant monster."
The wind howled like cloth being torn apart.
Isshiki, half-dead from being ravaged by chakra and genetic fluid, had not even managed to thrust out one of those barbed Black Receivers.
That unreasonable brute force crushed the bluestone pavement into fragments and slammed him deep into the muddy pit.
Creak—
The sound was unbearable, like thousands of bones breaking at once.
That single slap left Isshiki seeing stars. The half of his face that had not yet completely rotted away was now reduced to pulp.
The aloofness belonging to an Ōtsutsuki had long since shattered beyond recognition.
His Rinnegan spun wildly as he stared fixedly at the wooden hand above him, which had yet to lift.
This... this is the taijutsu of Shinobi World natives?
Isshiki roared in disbelief deep within his heart.
As an Ōtsutsuki who had lived for thousands of years, what had he not seen?
To a self-proclaimed god like him, who lived off the laws of space, strength built purely on the flesh was practically synonymous with something low-class.
Yet no matter how much he calculated, he had never expected the techniques of this brat named Uchiha Yoru to contain Heavy Ion waves powerful enough to make space itself tremble!
"Quit playing dead. Get up and keep dancing."
An exceedingly vicious smile appeared on Yoru's icy face.
He walked over to the "pig head" smashed into the mud, raised his foot, and ground it against the white robe, producing a sizzle of tearing flesh.
He pulled out an unlit, crumpled cigarette and casually put it between his lips, not even glancing at Isshiki's resentful expression.
"So