Feast of the Mortal World, White Snow and Youmeng!

Whoosh! Youmeng raised her hand to form a seal, but Xiaoxue's Sharingan flickered, and she vanished from the spot!

Slash! A flash of blade light, and Youmeng disappeared—the one Xue had cut was merely an afterimage!

Whoosh! The afterimage merged back into one, and Youmeng emerged from the side, a lock of hair at her temple shorn away, her pretty face filled with shock!

Xue glanced around and said, "Sorry, I developed a habit. Whenever I see an opponent forming seals, I can't help drawing my blade to interrupt them. It's impressive that you dodged, but that Body Flicker Technique can't be used continuously, can it..."

Whoosh! As her words fell, Xue slashed horizontally, sending out a blade of light!

Clang! Youmeng blocked with her ninja blade, bracing the back of it with her other hand... The blade light looked thin at first glance, but its cutting force was astonishing, pushing both woman and blade backward.

Only when Youmeng's back struck a tree trunk did she let out a muffled grunt. Crack! Her ninja blade snapped, and the hand holding the remaining half trembled as the broken blade continued to hum!

Youmeng said in shock, "Is this the swordsmanship inherited from Zatoichi, the God of Swords?!"

"Watch out." Xue raised a slender finger, and vines sprouted from the tree trunk behind Youmeng, tightly binding her delicate body!

The broken blade fell to the ground. Youmeng gritted her teeth. "Wood Release!"

Whoosh! Xue fixed her gaze ahead and charged in with her blade.

"Not good!" Youmeng's eyes hardened. Drawing on the Monster Strength she had inherited from Tsunade, she burst the vines apart... A Rasengan condensed in her palm and shot forward!

Boom!

After a thunderous blast, broken wood flew everywhere as two figures shot apart.

Xiaoxue landed after several backflips,