"An Uchiha brat..." The Third Raikage's voice was hoarse, trembling faintly with a quiver beyond his control—the instinctive reaction of an Impure World Reincarnation body resisting its caster's commands. "Run... My body... It won't stop!"
Before his voice had even faded, the blue lightning had vanished from its original position.
It was faster than the limit of visual afterimages.
There were no flashy hand seals, only a pure physical burst combined with Lightning Release Chakra stimulating the cells into heightened activity.
"Hell Stab: Four-Finger Nukite!"
The air was brutally torn apart, letting out a sharp explosion. Four fingers came together like a blade, carrying terrifying kinetic force capable of piercing a mountain, and stabbed straight toward Sasuke's heart.
That strike had once severed one of the Eight-Tails' horns.
Sasuke did not retreat.
The six miniature vector thrusters behind his Power Armor erupted with ghostly blue flames, while the hydraulic transmission system let out a low growl.
"Clang—!!!"
The clash of metal rang out explosively, and the shock wave instantly shattered the surrounding raindrops into mist.
The Power Sword in Sasuke's hand blocked across his chest, its blade locked against the Raikage's fingers. Black Amaterasu flames raged across the specially made Chakra-Conducting Metal blade, trying to devour the violent Lightning Release, but the Raikage's chakra density was too high. It was so great that even Amaterasu could not burn through that layer of "Lightning Release Armor" for the time being.
"So heavy."
Sasuke's brows furrowed slightly.
The Power Armor's load-bearing system creaked painfully. The muddy ground beneath his feet collapsed, and the tremendous force shoved him backward more than ten meters, plowing two deep trenches behind him.
Was this the pinnacle of the old era?
Could pure physical strength alone really reach this level?
"It's not over!" the Third Raikage roared.