The blade, over a hundred meters long, pressed down over Shihōin Naraku's head, held firmly at bay by the sword he gripped in both hands!
At first glance, the contrast between them could not have been greater!
Against the Perfect Susanoo, Naraku was barely visible.
Yet even so, he had blocked a blow of such earth-shattering power!
Susanoo's slash was enough to cleave mountains and split the earth, but Naraku had stopped it outright when he boldly struck back.
Still, it was not as though he felt no strain at all.
After all, this was an all-out blow from the Perfect Susanoo, a release of pure strength so powerful that it needed no embellishment.
To withstand it, he had to meet it with equally genuine strength, without any tricks.
There was no faking this!
One needed only to look at the pit hundreds of meters deep where Shihōin Naraku stood, and the enormous chasms around it, to see just how terrifying an outpouring of pure strength could be.
And this was with both of them concentrating their power as much as possible; the damage to the battlefield had been caused by the mere aftershocks.
The two weapons remained locked together. Naraku held his sword in both hands, easing the numbness in his arms while feeling the immense pressure transmitted through the blade, yet his gaze remained as calm as ever.
His breathing was steady. The soil beneath his feet kept cracking and sinking, yet he showed no sign of retreating. Every muscle in Naraku's body trembled at its limit, and every inch of his bones seemed to groan, but he still steadily held back the immense force bearing down on him.
At that moment, the contest of strength involved no technique, only the combined support of willpower and flesh.
And