Akaza's words burst through the air.
At the same instant, it was as though countless bombs had been hurled into the entire space.
With Akaza at their center, hundreds upon thousands of blasts from his punches erupted in every direction without warning. They had no fixed targets, no clear trajectories. Like the most violent meteor shower, they blanketed every inch of ground where Sasuke and Kyojuro stood.
This was Destructive Death: Disorder.
It abandoned all technique and prediction, pursuing only ultimate destruction with no blind spots.
"Umu!"
Kyojuro's expression instantly turned utterly grave. Without a second thought, he immediately held his Nichirin Blade across his body and drove strength into his legs, his fiery Fighting Spirit surging forth with unprecedented intensity.
Flame Breathing, Fourth Form: Blooming Flame Undulation!
He did not retreat. Instead, he turned his fiery sword technique into an enormous spinning shield, trying to block every attack aimed at him and Sasuke.
Yet this torrent of attacks was far too vast.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Boom!
Countless blasts from the punches slammed squarely into the vortex of flame, every impact sending violent tremors through Kyojuro's body. The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch as an overwhelming force pushed him back, step after step.
Meanwhile, Sasuke was faring no better.
Through his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, the trajectory of every blast was clearly visible. He could see their shapes as they tore through the air and predict where they would land a ten-thousandth of a second later.
But there were too many.
The world within his field of vision was shrouded in an impenetrable web of death. If he dodged one, ten more came at him from even trickier angles. This was no longer something technique could compensate for, but absolute suppression through sheer power and numbers.
The invisible, perfect