Self-Devour

The opponent's powerful body had instead become his greatest weakness.

If it had been an ordinary human body, this laser-like Electromagnetic Cannon would have pierced straight through it in one shot. Though it would have caused some damage and burns, penetrating injuries were actually easier to deal with.

But Kong Zhange's body was simply too tough. After the Super Electromagnetic Cannon entered his body, his body instinctively tried to tighten its muscles to block the attack. Yet the cannon's penetration was too great; it burrowed directly into his skin and muscles, then lost its balance against the resistance of his body and began to tumble.

That tumbling force instantly created damage like a cavitation effect across his back.

From the front, he had only suffered a fist-sized wound, but his entire back and spine had been torn open with a wound the size of a basketball.

Even though Kong Zhange was 1.88 meters tall, broad and powerfully built with the physique of a typical martial artist, weighing 150 kilograms, that was still no reason for him to survive such an injury.

Yet he was, after all, someone who had survived and grown stronger in a high-tier world like Toriko. Faced with such wounds, he did not immediately die. Instead, he let out a roar, and his body instantly turned pure white. Under the influence of those snow-white muscles, his wounds slowly began to heal.

His face no longer looked like his own. Two sharp fangs curled out from his mouth, while two straight horns pierced through his forehead.

His body slowly began to swell, and he became enormous, like a small white giant.

No, it was more fitting to describe him as a white demon.

Under the effect of that 2.5-meter demon, Kong Zhange's body was slowly healing from its fatal wounds.

Oguri Hayashi narrowed his eyes.

He tossed another weight high into the air.

He recognized that demon.

No, rather, he recognized that skill: Self-Devour.

It was a skill Toriko had used time and again. If they could not obtain highly nutritious, delicious food to replenish themselves, the monster called [Appetite] hidden within their Gourmet Cells would devour them completely.

But Kong Zhange was very strong right now, so strong that goosebumps rose across Oguri Hayashi's skin and his entire body felt as though it were being brushed by blade-like ki.

He knew in his heart that he had already won.

All he had to do now was leave the battlefield with Flying Thunder God, and Kong Zhange would be dragged down by his own Self-Devour. His victory was already a foreseeable future.

But...

A powerful fighter who had escaped the Naruto world had finally appeared before him.

Was Oguri Hayashi going to run now?

What My Style had taught Oguri Hayashi was not merely practical combat techniques.

It had also taught him things far more powerful.

The mindset of the strong, the spirit of the strong, the way the strong acted.

That was why Oguri Hayashi, with only the strength of a jonin, had dared to steal Konoha's ninja scroll alone. Alone and unafraid in the face of danger, neither servile nor overbearing before Tsunade—his actions were those of the strong.

A person strong in spirit would only raise his blade against someone even stronger.

When Hayato Furinji challenged others, he knew he would die if he failed, but had he ever considered that he might fail?

No. Never. He would only resolutely challenge the target he desired, without considering the possibility of failure.

Failure could wait until after he had failed!

Oguri Hayashi asked himself whether he possessed such natural boldness. He did not, but his mind was fairly sharp. Though he lacked that bold spirit, he could restrain his instinctive tendency toward laziness and clever shortcuts.

For instance, he needed great perseverance to practice My Style Secret Technique every day; he needed courage to storm straight into the Cloud Ninja, Stone Shinobi, and Konoha; he needed great ambition to implement his own ideas and principles in Takigakure and lift the ban on ninja techniques.

Every action Oguri Hayashi took challenged himself, washing away the dross and gradually restraining his instincts as he transformed step by step.

If he wanted to grow stronger, he had to face his true heart. A heart that wished to become stronger was something every strong person needed.

Oguri Hayashi's state of mind was now calm, his heart unwavering. Genjutsu below B-rank had no effect on him whatsoever. If he used the Chakra Cloak, he was confident he could withstand anything except Kotoamatsukami and Tsukuyomi.

That was why Oguri Hayashi remained where he was after seeing the white Appetite demon of Self-Devour, tossing out another weight.

The instant the weights joined between the positive and negative poles of his Yin-Yang Hands, he vanished from before the white Appetite demon.

That white demon truly was a monster made of powerful Gourmet Cells, capable of unleashing several times Kong Zhange's combat power. The instant Oguri Hayashi disappeared, it had already lowered its head and reached out with one huge hand.

With its height of 2.5 meters and fan-like palm, catching Oguri Hayashi, who was only 1.65 meters tall, should have been simplicity itself.

And in the next second, Oguri Hayashi appeared exactly where it had reached. It could be said that it had completely seen through his movements.

But if Oguri Hayashi had truly approached it like that, he would indeed have been restrained by its massive size and strength—anyone who had fought knew how advantageous a large build was. You could punch the other person in the head, while even if he jumped, his punch could only reach your chest. There would be no way to fight.

But he still held a treasure ready to be unleashed in his hand!

A faint smile appeared on Oguri Hayashi's face as he shouted, "Treasure, please turn around!"

A flash of light shot out from his hands in an instant, striking toward the white demon's face.

It was far too fast. The white demon did not even have time to react before its entire head vanished from its neck as though it had been shaved away by a cannonball.

Though the Electromagnetic Cannon was powerful, it had two flaws. First, its preparation time was too long. Second, its accuracy was too poor. Compared to Misaka Mikoto's impact distribution accurate to 18.9 millimeters, Oguri Hayashi's could only be said to hit a rough general direction.

But once those two flaws were combined with Flying Thunder God, they were no longer flaws.

Because just like now, once he got close enough and fired one point-blank, almost no one could dodge it. By seizing the timing, the white demon had very little time left to react.

Once the white demon's head had been blasted away, the entire Self-Devour naturally reverted to its normal state, turning back into an ordinary human body.

Oguri Hayashi glanced at him, then without hesitation went to his headless corpse and removed that Space Ring.

But how was he supposed to use it...

Oguri Hayashi fed a little Chakra into it, and a circle one meter in diameter, visible only to him, appeared beside his hand. From there, he could clearly see what was inside the circle.