In Damian's mind, the rarely calm and instructive words of his father, Darui, delivered after grueling training in his childhood, echoed with crystal clarity:
"Damian, remember. There are countless paths for a ninja, and mastering a hundred techniques is inferior to perfecting a single one."
"Instead of scattering your energy to chase after complicated jutsu, you should train one skill to the absolute peak. When your 'one' is sharp enough, you will be able to cut through all the 'many' before you."
The absolute peak! The absolute peak!
Father, you were right. My "one" is Thunder Breathing! It is this "Thunderclap and Flash," which pursues divine speed and ultimate penetration!
At this moment, all distracting thoughts, pain, and exhaustion were cast aside.
In Damian's eyes, there remained only that monster ahead capable of threatening Anya, along with a "line" composed of lightning that pierced straight through it!
"Thunder Breathing: First Form—"
His voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it contained the dead silence before a volcanic eruption.
DeathMeramon also sensed a lethal threat, the flames in its eyes leaping wildly as it stopped hesitating, its giant maw opening and dark energy frantically converging! "Heavy Metal Fire—"
However, it had not even finished chanting its skill name.
"—Thunderclap and Flash—"
Damian's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
At that very moment, his speed surpassed the limit of visual persistence, transforming into a streak of lightning that was pure to the extreme, condensed to the extreme, and straight to the extreme.
"—Godspeed!!!"
The yellow bolt of lightning flashed and vanished.
There was no earth-shattering sound of collision, nor any explosive light and flame.
There was only a faint "shing" sound, as if space itself had been sliced open.
Damian's figure appeared more than ten meters behind DeathMeramon, maintaining the posture of