"Hahaha." Despite the blade at his throat, Hanzō burst into wild laughter. "Do you know why I wear a mask? Because whenever I breathe, the people around me inhale poison gas. To avoid affecting others, I was forced to wear a mask and breathe through my mouth instead. By now, you must already be poisoned. How much strength could you possibly have left?"
Anyo gave him a pitying look and sighed. "If your poison really were that impossible to counter, you wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat in the Second Shinobi World War. Surely you haven't been living in the past all this time?"
Anyo sheathed his blade and walked up to Hanzō step by step, looking straight into his eyes without showing the slightest sign of poisoning.
"That's impossible." Hanzō completely lost his composure. Even his final trump card had failed, which meant he really had lost to a brat. His title of Demigod had become a joke.
Hanzō had been defeated so easily for two reasons: first, he had underestimated Anyo; second, he had no intelligence on Anyo and had no idea how to counter him.
Just as the Raikage countered Anyo, Anyo countered Hanzō. It was a natural mismatch.
The poison Hanzō excelled at was inferior to Anyo's, as was his swordsmanship. His Body Flicker Technique fell short of Minato's Flying Thunder God, which Anyo knew well. His Explosive Tag formation had been seen through by the Sharingan. The only area in which he surpassed Anyo was his chakra reserves, but unfortunately, Anyo would never give him a chance to use ninjutsu.
When Hanzō saw Anyo put away the Unintentional Blade, his gaze betraying not the slightest ripple at having defeated him, he seemed to age more than a decade in an instant. It meant that