Whoosh!
In an instant, dense clusters of Explosive Tags appeared beneath Liuyun's feet and wrapped around him.
Liuyun remained expressionless, as though he had expected it.
Boom! Boom!
The earth-shaking blasts rang out without pause.
The shockwaves from the exploding tags swallowed Liuyun!
Hanzō watched from nearby, a hint of satisfaction in his otherwise impassive eyes.
That'll teach you to show off, brat!
A moment later, the explosions ended. As the tremors and smoke faded, the scene within came into view.
Liuyun's limbs had shattered like ice. His head lay on the ground, his face covered in cracks.
A gaping hole had opened through his stomach.
Hanzō showed no trace of triumph at the sight. Instead, his expression darkened.
As a demigod with vast combat experience, he could tell at a glance that this was some kind of unusual Ninjutsu.
"So I didn't fool you. Disappointing!"
Seeing the wariness in Hanzō's eyes, Liuyun spoke with a touch of regret.
Ice surged across his body, restoring him to his original form in moments.
I don't believe you can keep recovering forever!
While Liuyun was still reforming, Hanzō suddenly appeared before him.
Gripping his sickle, he brought it down toward Liuyun's head.
Hum!
A terrifying edge burst from the sickle.
Chakra surged along the blade. A single hit would kill even a Jonin.
And that was without the poison Hanzō had specially prepared.
Before the sickle even reached Liuyun's head, its edge carried a force that seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart!
Crack!
Sure enough, the still-recovering Liuyun shattered into ice again and fell to the ground.
Once, twice—Hanzō swung his sickle as though he would never tire.
His initial calm gave way to shock, then numbness.
He sneered. "Brat, I'd like to see whether you can keep this up