In his berserk state, Kokushibo's speed and strength had risen by more than a single level.
He completely abandoned the constraints of "forms." The Demon Blade in his hand became streaks of blood-red light and shadow that existed purely for destruction, each swing carrying a shriek that tore through space.
The entire wreckage of the Infinity Castle trembled violently and collapsed under his savage sword pressure.
Sasuke chose not to meet him head-on.
He restored his Asura Path arm to its original form, his figure constantly flickering and shifting through the impenetrable web of slashes.
His Rinnegan broke down and anticipated Kokushibo's every movement. Although his opponent's attacks followed no pattern, that very fact made them even harder to predict.
Several times, razor-sharp sword energy skimmed past his body, severed strands of hair drifting through the air.
Tch, he's like a rabid dog.
Sasuke calmly analyzed the situation as he dodged.
Kokushibo's current state was like having activated the Eight Gates Formation, trading vitality and reason for a short burst of explosive power.
Wearing him down isn't the best option.
My chakra was heavily depleted by the earlier Chibaku Tensei. I have to finish this quickly.
Since his inner demons caused this rampage, I'll start with those inner demons.
A trace of resolve flashed in Sasuke's eyes.
Should I use that technique... It will place an enormous strain on my mind, but now is the best moment.
During a seemingly perilous dodge, Sasuke's Rinnegan caught a fleeting opening.
After seventeen consecutive slashes, there was an insignificant, tenth-of-a-second pause in the flow of Kokushibo's breath as he prepared his next attack, one even he himself had not noticed.
Now!
Sasuke made no hand seals, nor any unnecessary movements.
The six tomoe in his left eye abruptly contracted. An invisible surge of