In just a few seconds, dense wounds covered the bodies of the three, and fresh blood dyed the water flow red.
By the time the tornado dissipated, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
Gekkō Raito truly had not woven a single seal or used a single ninjutsu.
Yet the explosive power he unleashed after perfectly fusing swordsmanship and chakra unexpectedly proved even more terrifying than S-Rank Ninjutsu.
"Th-this... what kind of move is this?"
A Genin shook so hard that his voice trembled.
The Chunin beside him shook his head desperately. "I don't know, I've never seen such a bizarre swordsmanship in my life!"
A veteran Jonin broke out in a cold sweat all over. "To train swordsmanship to the point of triggering natural phenomena like this, he's simply a monster!"
Everyone looked up at the water droplets falling from the sky, resembling a heavy rainstorm.
And at this moment, Gekkō Raito seemingly still had no intention of stopping.
"Water Breathing!"
"Eighth Form!"
"Waterfall Basin!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Accompanied by the three plummeting from the sky, three huge pillars of water descended from the heavens like waterfalls, striking them precisely.
The immense impact directly crushed the three tightly into the bottom of the water, without even a single bubble rising.
Flicking his blade, he sheathed his sword.
From start to finish, Gekkō Raito had not even shifted his footing in the slightest.
With a mere two moves, he instantly turned three formidable Jonin into slag.
This effortless and casual posture deeply shocked all the Mist Ninja present, while also inevitably sparking boundless curiosity about that mysterious swordsmanship.
Water Breathing?
Was this ultimately a special breathing technique?
Or some sort of long-lost, peerless swordsmanship?
On the calm sea surface, three figures broke through the water in disarray, their pale