The strike was fast, precise, and vicious. It should have pierced straight through his throat, killing him in a single blow.
Yet the moment the bone spike touched his opponent's skin, it felt as though it had struck tough old cowhide.
It only broke a little skin, unable to penetrate the muscle at all, let alone sever his windpipe.
For an instant, Kyuji froze completely.
How could he be so tough?
"You bastard!"
"Who are you? You actually wounded me! You damned lowly ninja!"
Though the guard had suffered only a superficial wound, he reacted as though he had been subjected to an immense humiliation. His furious roar instantly rang out through the surroundings.
Hearing the commotion, the nearby members of the Ōtsutsuki Clan immediately swarmed over like hornets from a disturbed nest.
There were so many of them that they surrounded Kyuji completely in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the densely packed enemies around him, Kyuji inwardly lamented his situation.
He had never expected their bodies to be so absurdly tough that even the Shikotsumyaku he took such pride in could not kill them instantly.
But since he had already been exposed, he might as well make a bigger scene and buy Haku and the others some time.
He took a deep breath, his gaze turning resolute.
Suddenly, Kyuji plunged both hands into the ground, the chakra inside him surging wildly!
"Shikotsumyaku: Dance of the Seedling Fern!!!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground split apart instantly with a thunderous roar.
Countless enormous, sharp bone spikes spread rapidly outward from Kyuji, like a forest of thorns growing out of control.
In the blink of an eye, everything within a fifty-meter radius became a hellscape of stark white bones.
Even with bodies as tough as those of the Ōtsutsuki Clan,