The oppressive presence of Jet Black Dancing Wheel in Baryon Mode was stronger than anything Minato Namikaze had ever encountered...
There was no killing intent, no genjutsu, not even any method that could affect a person's mind.
His chakra alone shook Minato's resolve.
That pressure surpassed Hashirama and Madara—even Naruto during the Chunin Ninja Exams had fallen short of it.
Was this really... a level "I" could reach?
Naturally, Minato Namikaze was no stranger to this power.
Minato Namikaze had now been reborn as a chakra lifeform, and the power that formed his body was the Nine-Tails' chakra.
So when he saw that blazing red chakra, Minato felt a startling sense of blood kinship.
What burned before him was genuine Nine-Tails chakra!
His earlier suspicions had been confirmed beyond doubt.
Even the air turned cold and turbulent, each breath bringing a faint sting.
Keeping Guy, Rock Lee, and the others out of this was the right decision. Once this became a head-on fight... even at a devastating cost, we probably wouldn't have any chance of winning.
In that single instant, Minato had already reached his conclusion.
If this Shinobi War followed the original plan, defeat was certain.
As for now, forget fighting his opponent alone—he couldn't even hold him off.
Against any other opponent, Minato would never have thought that way, but no one understood Minato better than he himself did.
Every combat method he possessed took its mechanics to the limit: Flying Thunder God, which let him teleport through space at will; Rasengan, which could be formed without hand seals; Sealing Jutsu tailored to every situation...
And when those perfected mechanics were combined with the seemingly limitless, swelling chakra before him...
Even he couldn't imagine how he could defeat himself.
"Do you still want to fight? Shall we continue