"Yahiko...Yahiko, how are you..." Nagato also rushed over quickly, grabbing Yahiko who was about to fall.
Nagato looked at the dying Yahiko, his eyes trembling violently.
He must take Yahiko to escape, but what can he do now? The hiding place is exposed, the members of the organization are surrounded and killed, Hanzō's soldiers are everywhere around him, and Hanzō himself is watching eagerly from the side.
Is that really the only way to use that power?
But that is the power that Senju Chen strictly prohibits him from using!
Looking at Yahiko who was covered in blood next to him, looking at Konan who was surrounded by enemies and in danger, looking at his companions who fell one by one...
"I'm sorry...Chen-kun..."
Nagato's eyes shed tears of blood.
He slowly stretched out his hands, preparing to form the forbidden seal.
"It's over."
At this time, Hanzo of the Salamander also raised the sickle in his hand and aimed it at Konan, who was guarding Yahiko and Nagato, who was covered in bruises.
Konan closed his eyes at this time, there was no fear on his face, but there was some reluctance in his heart for his companions, and it was a pity that he never saw that man again before he died.
Just then.
A white flash of light broke through the gloomy rain curtain without any warning.
That light was so fast that it seemed to tear apart the space.
Clang--!!!
A crisp and clear sound of gold and iron echoed throughout the audience!
Hanzo of the Salamander's inevitable blow was steadily blocked by a short knife that appeared out of thin air.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
A man with silver hair wearing a simple ninja outfit was standing in front of Konan at some unknown moment.
He held the knife in both hands and steadily blocked Hanzo of the Salamander's attack.
There was no expression on that weather-beaten face.
But this figure seemed like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all the wind and rain behind it.
Hanzo of the Salamander's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.
This man... this face... he had seen...
"You... you are Konoha...White Fang..."
"Hatake...Sakumo?!"
Hanzo of the Salamander froze in his subsequent movements.
His cloudy eyes stared at Hatake Sakumo, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly due to extreme shock.
Konoha's White Fang...
This name is a lingering nightmare for the strong men who have experienced Second Shinobi World War. That white figure and the short knife that drank the blood of countless strong men were once the most terrifying Death God on the battlefield.
But hasn't he... been dead for more than ten years?!
Why does it appear here?!
In other words, the man in front of me is just an admirer and imitator of Hatake Sakumo?
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Hanzo of the Salamander suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his voice became extremely cold, "A dead soul who has long since died in shame dares to speak nonsense in front of me!"
He tried to use words to break the opponent's will.
This is his usual tactic, and it is also a strategy that focuses on attacking the heart in a showdown between strong men.
However, Hatake Sakumo's eyes did not waver at all.
He didn't even move his eyebrows, he just stated a fact calmly.
"I'm here today, you can't kill them." He gently tapped the Konan three behind him with his chin.
"Arrogant!"
Hanzō was completely angered!
He is "Demigod"! He is the man who stands at the top of Shinobi World! How has he ever been so despised?
"Then let me see how much sharpness you still have left in this "dead soul" that has already died!"
Before he finished speaking, Hanzō's figure had already disappeared from where he was!
The huge scythe in his hand, with a scream that ripped through the air, struck Hatake Sakumo's neck at an extremely cunning angle!
Quick!
Extremely fast!
The Amegakure ninja present could only see an afterimage!
However, facing this blow that could instantly kill any Jonin, Hatake Sakumo's movements seemed a bit... careless.
He just took half a step to the left.
Just this half step seemed to contain some kind of supreme principle, and it was just the right moment for the sharp blade of the sickle to brush across the tip of his nose.
The strong wind brought by it blew his silver-white hair.
"What?!"
Hanzō was shocked, and the blow missed. He was not willing to fight. He turned his wrist, and the poisonous chain on the other end of the sickle was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, wrapping around Hatake Sakumo's legs!
But he is fast, Hatake Sakumo is faster than him!
Bang!
There was a crisp sound of gold and iron.
Hatake Sakumo The short knife in his hand blocked the chain with incomparable accuracy.
Sparks flying!
"Too slow."
An indifferent voice, like Death God's whisper, sounded in Hanzō's ears.
Hanzō's pupils suddenly shrank!
Not good!
Without thinking, he pulled away and backed away.
But, it's too late.
Tsk--!
A flash of cold white light flashed across his field of vision.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain came from his right shoulder!
Blood surged out wildly!
Hanzo of the Salamander staggered back more than a dozen steps before barely regaining his balance. He looked down and saw a bone-deep wound on his right shoulder, which was gushing with blood.
If he hadn't forcibly twisted his body at the last moment, his entire right arm would have been severed!
The whole place was dead silent.
The originally menacing Amegakure ninjas now looked like ducks with their necks strangled, with disbelief written all over their faces.
One move!
Just a face to face!
The invincible "Demigod" in their hearts, the supreme leader of their Amegakure, was actually... injured?!
"You..." Hanzō covered his wound and stared at Hatake Sakumo, his eyes showing solemnity and horror for the first time.
The opponent's knife is too fast!
It was so fast that even his eyes couldn't fully capture it!
This is not the strength of the Hatake Sakumo he remembered at all! Although the Konoha's White Fang back then was strong, it was never so ridiculously strong!
"I told you, you are too slow."
Hatake Sakumo Slowly retracted the dagger. There was no trace of blood on the blade.
"For so many years, your fighting style, your attack habits, your Chakra flow... In my eyes now, it's like a well-thumbed book, with nothing new at all."
His tone was as calm as saying that Tenten is feeling good today.
But in Hanzō's ears, it was more harsh than any ridicule!
"Asshole!"
Hanzō roared angrily and slammed his hands on the ground!
"Fire Release·Explosive Flame Formation!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With Hatake Sakumo as the center, countless Explosive Tag instantly appeared on the ground, forming a huge rune array, and then exploded!
A series of explosions formed a sea of fire, instantly swallowing the figure of Hatake Sakumo!
"Is it over?" a Amegakure Jonin said subconsciously.
With such a close distance and such a dense Explosive Tag formation, even the top experts have no chance of surviving!
However, there was no joy at all on Hanzō's face, but instead became more solemn.
Because he can feel it.
The other party's aura has not weakened at all!
When the smoke and dust dispersed, a scene appeared that made all Amegakure ninjas' eyes almost pop out of their heads.
Hatake Sakumo was still standing quietly, with not even a wrinkle in his clothes.
There seemed to be an invisible, slippery curved wall around him, which deflected all the explosion shock waves and flames to other places at a strange angle.
It is produced by Land of Waterfalls experimental base, "Inertial Deflection Armor Belt"!
"Don't use this little trick to embarrass yourself."