As he assessed the several wounds on his body, Sasuke's gaze did not waver. Instead, it grew colder. The tomoe pattern in his Mangekyō Sharingan spun wildly, analyzing and recording every piece of combat data from that instant-the moon blades' speed, their splitting trajectories, and their energy composition.
In a head-on clash, he was at an absolute disadvantage in technique.
In that case, I'll fight in a way he can't possibly understand.
As the thought flashed through his mind, the massive Susanoo armor rapidly dissipated, exposing Sasuke's figure to the moonlight once more. Abandoning that enormous size meant giving up absolute defense and strength, but in exchange, he gained ultimate agility.
He would exploit the advantage that belonged to him alone in this world-space.
Kokushibo seemed somewhat surprised to see him dispel that demonic god, but the blade in his hand did not stop. To him, without that "shell," the swordsman before him would only fall and die faster.
"Moon Breathing, Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains!"
Kokushibo swung his blade again. This time, two enormous crescent slashes converged on Sasuke from above and below like a demon's claws. And that was not all. Wherever the slashes passed, even the air seemed to corrode, stirring up countless tiny, spinning moon blades that formed a devastating storm of sword energy.
Faced with this all-encompassing assault, Sasuke vanished from where he stood.
Boom-!
The two slashes slammed into each other, thoroughly plowing up the ground where Sasuke had stood and leaving an enormous cross-shaped trench. Yet no one was there.
Kokushibo's six eyes narrowed slightly. He detected Sasuke's presence on another rock dozens of meters away.
Before he could pursue, the sword-energy storm of Loathsome Moon swept toward Sasuke, who vanished again.
Boom! The storm shredded that enormous rock.
The next second, Sasuke