The tide of battle abruptly reversed.
Emperor of Sinking fled in disarray, abandoning all concern for appearances.
The Death-Substitution Puppet charged straight behind him, taking the three youths' combined attack in his place.
The boy in the grass-green training outfit leaped high, curling his entire body up and leaving only one leg extended straight down.
Whoosh!
A streak of green plunged like a cannonball straight toward Emperor of Sinking's current position.
Terrifying air pressure condensed into an invisible column, bearing down from high above.
The instant Emperor of Sinking sensed danger as he fled at full speed, he rolled out of the way.
Boom!
Waves of air surged, and dirt flew.
A dark figure was sent flying by the explosive blast.
Fortunately, Emperor of Sinking had the Death-Substitution Puppet to block powerful killing moves for him.
Otherwise, that kick from the sky would have landed squarely on him.
Emperor of Sinking immediately scrambled up from the ground. He turned for a hurried glance, then hastily looked away, still shaken.
Waves of air churned behind him. Emperor of Sinking could hardly believe a single kick had caused this scene.
Judging by his face, the boy in the green training outfit was indeed a youth who had yet to lose his childish looks.
Who could have imagined that this unremarkable-looking boy could deliver such a terrifying kick?
Was that even a human leg? Could it be a specially made prosthetic?
Even as Emperor of Sinking fled, he could not stop his thoughts from wandering.
While he was distracted, the boy with the Byakugan had already closed in again.
The girl with her hair in buns followed close behind, gripping a massive iron hammer in both hands.
Emperor of Sinking's heart tightened, and viciousness surged within him.
He abruptly planted his feet, glaring