Whoosh—
The north wind swept across the wasteland, plunging heaven and earth into deathly silence.
Enkō gave Uchiha Juri and Izuna beside him a look. Then, his sword-wielding right hand naturally lowered, the tip of the three-foot Cold Edge lightly touching the sand. Red light flashed in his eyes as they transformed into the Mangekyō Sharingan!
Boom—
On the other side, the Second Raikage's Lightning Armor burst forth. The topknot on his head instantly came undone, and every strand of black hair stood upright. Vast chakra kicked up waves of sand beneath his feet, spreading outward in rings!
"Monzaemon, who do you think will win?"
Beside him, Shamon asked the older man with great interest. Watching a battle between experts was itself a great pleasure.
Though Monzaemon looked ordinary, his gaze was exceptionally sharp. After carefully observing both sides, he slowly said, "This man from Kumogakure feels like an enraged tiger to me, while this Uchiha Enkō is like a lurking dragon."
"Oh?" Shamon looked surprised, then continued watching the six people in the field.
Scrape, scrape, scrape—
Enkō slowly stepped forward. The tip of his blade drew a straight line across the sand, and countless grains of sand rose and danced in the air along with the moving edge.
The Second Raikage likewise strode forward. Every step left a bowl-shaped depression in the sand!
Thud, thud, thud—
The two grew faster and faster, rapidly closing the distance between them. Their chakra surged steadily, and their bodies tore through the crosswind with thunderous booms. Under everyone's horrified gazes, they finally collided at the center of the desert!
Enkō charged forward with his sword dragging behind him. Once he was within a few meters, his feet spread apart front and back, every muscle in his body tightening like steel. The three-foot