Might Guy, the Hope of the Entire Shinobi World!

"I won't let you take another step!"

Might Guy unleashed all his chakra.

This would be the blow he staked his life on!

Blood-red steam took the shape of a dragon, engulfing him.

His blood boiled!

"Night Guy!"

This strike was powerful enough to warp space and tear away half the body of a Ten-Tails jinchūriki.

Power that should never have belonged to a human reached its peak as every last bit of chakra erupted.

Once Guy launched this attack, he would die.

"The Eight Gates Released Formation?"

One of Ye Zhuo's ten thousand selves glanced over and unleashed his own chakra in an instant.

"Eight Gates Released Formation: Eighth Gate, Gate of Death—open!"

"Night Demon!"

You have Night Guy. I have Night Demon!

The same move, but an even more overwhelming aura erupted from him.

Kakashi Hatake and the others jerked their heads up.

They stared at Ye Zhuo in disbelief.

"That move's impossible!"

Kakashi swallowed. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of despair.

The last time was the moment he had been forced to kill Rin.

"How could an outsider learn the Eight Gates Released Formation?"

Asuma Sarutobi couldn't believe it. It was as though Ye Zhuo had arranged everything from the start.

Just how many jutsu did he know?

He couldn't possibly know them all!

"Then let's fight to the death!"

Night Guy became a blood-red dragon and hurtled toward Ye Zhuo.

The two met head-on in the sky.

The collision froze and warped space itself. Even a master of space-time ninjutsu could not have escaped that blow.

The price was decades of relentless training—and the user's life!

Everything vanished.

The bloody mist cleared.

All anyone saw was Guy's charred body falling straight from the sky, half of it gone.

Smoke