The air froze in deathly stillness.
Sasuke and Kokushibo, two beings who stood at the pinnacle of their respective systems of power, faced each other across the ravaged battlefield.
Kokushibo's body was recovering at an astonishing speed. Flesh torn apart by gravity knit itself back together, his blinded eyes opened again, and even the cracks covering his Demon Blade slowly closed as it absorbed his demonic aura.
The oppressive presence he exuded was even heavier and more concentrated than before the battle began.
Clearly, that earth-shaking clash had not seriously wounded him. Instead, it had elevated both his spirit and his sword intent to an entirely new realm.
"Your techniques are very powerful." Kokushibo slowly raised his blade, all six eyes locking onto Sasuke at once. "But what if I keep slashing while you cannot track me? How many times can you deal with that?"
His figure vanished in an instant.
Here he comes.
Sasuke's Rinnegan picked up a series of blindingly fast movement trajectories.
"Moon Breathing, Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit!"
The next second, several enormous, crescent-shaped waves of sword energy appeared from every direction at once, cutting off every avenue of retreat for Sasuke. As they flew, they continually split into smaller Moon Blades, forming a net of blades without a single gap.
This was a new move Kokushibo had developed after witnessing Chibaku Tensei. Rather than pursuing destructive power concentrated on a single point, he pushed the coverage and variations of his swordsmanship to their limits.
Tank it with Susanoo again? Unwise. I still haven't fully recovered from the backlash to my ocular power. I have to conserve chakra.
Dodge with Amenotejikara? Possible, but that would put me on the defensive.
Sasuke did not move.
He simply stood there quietly, as though he had given up