"This man isn't just frighteningly strong. He has an endless array of tricks, too. Watch out for that sword in his hand!"
The Tsuchikage was covered in blood, cold sweat pouring off him.
If not for his wealth of combat experience, he would have lost his life just now.
He had finally accepted it: in a one-on-one fight, he stood no chance against this man.
Long Ye had dealt him a crushing defeat last time, one he considered the greatest humiliation of his life. After much bitter reflection, he had devoted himself to studying jutsu, hoping to settle the score today.
Instead, his opponent had seriously wounded him with ease once again. He regretted attacking alone. The Mizukage and Raikage, at least, were nowhere near as badly off as he was.
"How are you? Can you still fight?"
The Raikage privately cursed the old man for forgetting the pain of his last beating. He had nearly been killed before, yet he had gone and attacked on his own again. He had brought this humiliation on himself.
If the Tsuchikage had to withdraw from the fight, the price of taking that man's life today would be even higher.
"I'll be fine! Even if I'm down to my last breath, I won't let him leave here alive."
The stronger Long Ye proved to be, the more the Tsuchikage feared him. If they failed to stop him today, opportunities like this would only grow rarer.
"Good!"
Seeing such fighting spirit in the Tsuchikage, despite his age, fired up the Raikage.
"I'm wounded, and my fighting strength has taken a severe hit. But I can still give you a hand!"
The Tsuchikage floated up and settled on the Raikage's back.
Understanding dawned on the Raikage, and a knowing smile touched his lips.
"Everyone, here