Fists filled the sky, hammering down on the puppet like raindrops, each strike as fast as lightning.
The air compressed under the extreme speed, and fiery vortices even formed around the massive fists.
"Boom, boom, boom...!"
Neji's Byakugan nearly bulged from its sockets.
Beyond the edge of his vision, a kilometer away, the wooden fists and palms of the Thousand-Armed Statue brushed past the crimson puppet, their shockwaves grinding the rocks within a hundred-meter radius into dust.
He had no choice but to activate Rotation and deflect the flying rubble. The stones struck the chakra barrier with crisp, hail-like clatters.
"Was this... the power of the God of Shinobi?"
The Thousand-Armed Statue's thousand arms, formed into the Immoveable Wisdom King Seal, erupted once more. Every finger transformed into a gigantic tree trunk over five meters thick, crashing down across the sky at the Crimson Sky Puppet as it leaped into the air.
Yet all those fists wreathed in fiery vortices missed—the six diamond-shaped vents beneath the puppet's feet suddenly burst with blue light. Its rune arrays reconfigured in one-thousandth of a second, making it turn at a right angle as though pulled by invisible threads. At the same time, twenty shoulder-mounted chakra cannons lit up with blinding purple light.
"Boom—!"
Neji felt as though his eardrums were about to rupture.
When the purple beam exploded against the Dharma Form's chest, he clearly saw the Sage Art Wood Armor, said to be capable of resisting Tailed Beast Balls, melt like butter under a hot knife. Boiling resin gushed out like blood.
Even more terrifying was the ocher glow that emerged around the puppet's joints—that should have been Iwagakure's Ultra-Light-Weight Rock Technique. Yet after some kind of modification, it allowed a hundred-ton steel giant to maneuver through the air like a falcon