"Boom—!!!!"
A dull, earth-shattering blast finally broke the suffocating storm of consecutive strikes.
Orochimaru's body, like a cannonball drained of all momentum, crashed viciously into the solid ground of the Forest of Death in an extremely twisted posture!
Dust billowed into the sky, and a massive crater over ten meters wide appeared in the middle of the forest.
Everything around them fell instantly silent.
The wind stopped, the barrage of fists vanished, and the violent green vapor that made souls tremble slowly began to dissipate.
Behind a distant tree.
Sakura Haruno had completely collapsed to the ground, her emerald eyes constricting sharply as they reflected the devastated battlefield.
This time, her mind had not given up thinking. Instead, it had plunged into a higher level of panic—the panic of shattered logic.
"This isn't ninjutsu... nor is it taijutsu..." she murmured, her voice trembling with fear. "This is... a disaster. A walking natural disaster."
Everything she had come to understand about the profession of "ninja" over the past fourteen years was crushed to pieces in that instant, then forcibly reshaped into a terrifying form beyond her comprehension.
Beside her, Sasuke Uchiha, who had only just managed to crawl back up, was in no better condition.
He knelt on one knee, his body trembling violently from exhaustion. His prideful Two-Tomoe Sharingan was now filled with confusion and despair.
Had he seen it clearly?
He had seen nothing clearly!
All he had seen was a green storm, and the black figure he remembered as godlike and demonic, utterly invincible.
Then, within that storm, that black figure had been beaten, torn apart, and ravaged again and again... unable to mount even the slightest effective resistance.
An overwhelming sense of shame and helplessness gripped his heart like two invisible hands.
Yet beneath that shame and