Zhou Cheng swept a cold gaze over the crowd. Had every last freak crawled out of the woodwork?
He looked toward the figure growing clearer on the horizon.
In the shinobi world, only a handful of shinobi could fly under their own power.
That figure was none of the people Zhou Cheng knew.
"Ōnoki, you old bastard!"
"Today, this place will be your grave!"
He stood still as a wooden pillar lifted him straight into the sky.
"You revere me as the God of Shinobi, so let me show you the God of Shinobi's true power!"
"Wood Release: Wood Human Technique!"
The wooden pillar swelled and expanded into an enormous wooden giant, with Zhou Cheng standing firmly atop its head!
"What? That's Wood Release!"
"Zhou Cheng actually possesses the Wood Release Kekkei Genkai!"
"My god, did he really inherit Hashirama Senju's legacy?"
Everyone present stared in utter astonishment, momentarily dumbstruck.
Ōnoki's face instantly flushed red, his expression turning savage.
"Wood Release? Why is it Wood Release?"
"Not even a single descendant of Hashirama Senju has awakened Wood Release!"
"And this fellow doesn't have a drop of Senju Clan blood."
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
He looked toward the horizon and roared:
"Victor, you have so many of Hashirama's cells! Why haven't you managed to produce a single living subject?"
An aged voice drifted down from the sky:
"Ōnoki, do you think Hashirama's cells are that easy to transplant?"
"If it were so simple, why wouldn't you dare transplant them into yourself?"
"Besides, you're the one who brought this up. It has nothing to do with me!"
Zhou Cheng finally got a clear look at the man in the sky.
He was short and wore a black cloak, with a patch over his right eye. His right leg was artificial, and the