Momoshiki Otsutsuki's eyes narrowed sharply.
Just a moment ago, Shihōin Naraku had been charging straight at him, yet in the next instant, he had somehow gotten behind him?
So fast!
"Well, my turn."
Momoshiki's golden Rinnegan spun furiously, trying to track Naraku's movements.
But all he could see was a blur of afterimages.
Naraku's speed had risen another level since their last exchange, as though he had not been using his full strength before.
Momoshiki instinctively shifted to the left, forming a red longsword in each palm and crossing them at his side to block.
Too slow. He was far too slow.
Naraku abruptly appeared diagonally above Momoshiki's head, bringing Kurikara down in an arc.
Momoshiki hastily raised his swords to block, but the instant they met Kurikara's edge, both blades bent downward under its pressure.
The force was far too heavy, so heavy that Momoshiki's entire body was driven downward.
But Naraku's attack was not over yet.
Leaving an afterimage in the air, Naraku caught up with Momoshiki the instant he sank, his left foot whistling sharply through the air as it struck Momoshiki's chest.
The force of the kick traveled precisely through his chest cavity, jolting Momoshiki's heart to an abrupt halt for a moment.
He spat out a mist of blood and went tumbling backward through the air.
His golden Rinnegan flickered violently amid the golden radiance as Momoshiki tried to readjust his posture in midair.
But before he could steady himself, Naraku was already ahead of his tumbling trajectory. His right hand seized Momoshiki's loose hair and hurled him toward the ground.
As he fell, Momoshiki forced his eyes open, and the Rinnegan in both palms simultaneously erupted with dazzling golden light as he tried to unleash a powerful technique.
But the moment he raised his