Sizzle~
An ear-piercing scrape rang out.
An extremely dangerous feeling surfaced in his heart.
In an instant, Garaga felt as if someone had dumped a basin of ice water over his head, and his entire serpentine body could not help shuddering.
At that moment, he no longer cared about going berserk. Instead, almost by instinct, he dodged to the left.
However, because his right eye was missing, he was ultimately half a beat slow to react, and the Wind Style: Rasenshuriken in Qian's palm struck half his head.
The instant they made contact, the Chakra condensed into the giant shuriken turned into countless fine needles, drilling into his body through the missing right eye and striking straight at his brain.
With a vital point badly damaged, Garaga let out an unprecedented howl of agony.
But he had survived in a place like Ryūchi Cave, which leaned toward the evil camp.
And he had even survived in such a detestable way, hated by everyone and everything. Garaga's combat experience could not be called anything but rich.
Almost the instant he was hit, he forcibly stopped his instinctive dodging motion, whipped his head back, and unleashed the Petrification senjutsu at Qian.
However, since Qian had chosen to strike at this timing, he had naturally taken this into account as well.
Although the other party's choice was not the development he had judged to be the most likely, overall, it still did not escape one of the several variations he had predicted.
So Qian adjusted his posture slightly, avoided the large mass of liquid coming straight at him, then flipped his palm and once again condensed a huge Wind Style: Rasenshuriken, sending it at Garaga.
This time, although there was no scaleless place like the right eye for him to break through, just