Famous Blade Shattered

Qian Ye slowly withdrew the Observation Haki he had spread throughout Hidden Leaf.

His translucent soul sank back into his body, melding with his flesh once more.

He opened his eyes as the faint glow of the Yin Seal on his forehead gradually faded.

Qian Ye rose from the tatami mat and rolled his shoulders.

A dull tremor suddenly came from the backyard.

He could vaguely hear the sharp howl of air being violently torn apart.

Qian Ye hurried down the corridor to the backyard and pushed open the heavy stone door of the underground training room.

The moment the door opened, a scorching wave of heat rushed straight at him.

Pakura stood amid a pile of rubble at the center of the training room.

Her breathing was somewhat unsteady, and several tears had been cut into her black bodysuit.

Fine cuts had appeared across the pale skin of her arms, blood trickling down the backs of her hands.

Above her right palm, an orange-red Scorch Release fireball the size of a fist trembled violently.

Several rapidly spinning white wind blades circled around it, pressing and colliding against one another.

The violent energy could not merge at all. Instead, it produced an enormous repulsive force.

The entire mass of airflow was about to explode.

Qian Ye pushed off the ground and shot forward, charging straight toward Pakura.

Pure black Armament Haki swiftly spread across his right hand.

Qian Ye extended his blackened palm and grabbed the berserk fireball and wind blades in his hand.

His five fingers clenched shut.

Bang!

The violent, high-temperature chakra was forcibly crushed apart by Armament Haki, turning into a wisp of blue smoke that drifted through his fingers.

Pakura was forced back two steps by the backlash, her back slamming into the wall.

Qian Ye