Takahashi Yū leaped fiercely into the sky, and an immense tide of killing intent rose with him, changing the color of the heavens.
Six-Tails' partially missing head and Three-Tails' turtle head, with many of its spikes broken off, emerged from the dust and smoke.
The massive explosion had cleared their eyes considerably, but at the sight of the dark red sky, the two Tailed Beasts feared and revered by the world shuddered in unison!
The dark red killing intent kept taking solid form, forming blood-red fists that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Genji and his companions discovered in shock that they, too, were within the "fists'" attack range.
Takahashi Yū's fists kept turning black, even without any killing intent flowing into them!
He was squeezing out the remaining killing intent in his soul, seeking to win with a single blow.
A line inexplicably surfaced in his mind: Do you remember a palm technique that descends from the heavens?
He opened his eyes. The dark red in his pupils had faded, because it had all gathered in his fists.
Looking at the "fists" filling the sky, Takahashi Yū suddenly smiled.
"I don't remember any palm technique that descends from the heavens..."
"All I know now is that it's going to rain fists!"
He bent his arms and drew his fists to his waist. As the momentum carrying him upward slowly dwindled, Takahashi Yū leaned forward with it, changing his posture.
Like a cannonball about to reach its destination, or a hunting eagle that had found its target, he began folding his wings and diving!
His descent seemed slow compared with his usual sprints, but the killing intent fists painting the sky dark red were enough to make every living creature below abandon any thought of escape!
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