The battlefield fell into brief silence. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
As the dust gradually settled, Orochimaru came into view.
The damage from that strike far exceeded everyone's expectations.
Orochimaru's chest was caved in, several ribs were visibly broken, and every breath brought him searing pain.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.
His signature beige shirt had been soaked through with blood, turning dark red.
His right arm hung twisted at a bizarre angle, clearly broken from the impact of his fall.
Orochimaru struggled to prop himself up. Every movement pulled at the wounds across his body, making him gasp repeatedly in pain.
His snake-like eyes locked onto Su Bai, filled with resentment and venomous hatred.
"How ridiculous!"
I meant to provoke Su Bai with words and make him reveal an opening, but he caught my opening instead.
He struggled to his feet, swaying as though he might collapse at any moment.
Yet even in such a state, Orochimaru still radiated a terrifyingly dangerous aura.
Su Bai was secretly startled. As expected of Orochimaru. He's still conscious after injuries like that! But that body won't last much longer.
Should I finish him off?
Su Bai's mind raced.
If he killed him now, Sasuke's growth would come to a halt.
Besides, in the original story, Orochimaru had been extremely difficult to kill.
He still had his skin-shedding technique unused.
If he wanted to escape, Su Bai probably could not stop him.
Orochimaru turned toward Tsunade, his voice hoarse and unpleasant from the injury to his chest. "Tsunade, do you think this is... over? Even without you... I have other ways... to restore my arms."
As he spoke, he kept coughing, spitting out blood with every cough.
Yet