"Boom!"
The black leather glove, covered in a dark purple electromagnetic halo, slammed straight into the blinding pure white beam of light.
A stalemate without the clash of Chakra.
Dust Release, which is said to be able to break down all matter into atoms, made a crisp sound like shattering glass in the face of this punch.
The semi-transparent cube-shaped barrier shattered instantly.
The dazzling white light, like ice shattered by a hammer, transformed into countless tiny specks of light that scattered in all directions.
The light spots fell on the dark red tablecloth, burning large, charred holes.
Ōnoki stretched his arms forward, still maintaining the posture of casting the spell.
The madness on the old man's face froze halfway; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
His mind went blank.
Dust Release was shattered by physical force? How is that possible!
Shu Shiraishi's hand passed through the light spots.
He grabbed Ōnoki by the collar.
Like lifting a shriveled, dead chicken, they forcibly pulled the Tsuchikage from the mahogany table.
He slapped her across the face.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the conference room.
Ōnoki's left cheek instantly caved in. Two yellow teeth mixed with blood flew out of his mouth.
His emaciated body, like a tattered sack, streaked with blood, flew diagonally toward the roof.
Thump!
A large hole had been smashed through the plasterboard ceiling. Half of Ōnoki's body was stuck in a crack in the floor slab, with dust and wood chips falling down.
Kazekage had just kicked the overturned chair away.
He watched as Ōnoki was slapped away, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his back. His clothes clung to his skin, chilling him to the bone.
We can't hold back anymore.
He slammed his hands on the ground, his fingers digging into the wooden floorboards.
" Magnet Release: Giant Iron Sand Formation!"
The black sand that had been hidden beneath the wooden floor suddenly burst forth from the ground.
Wood chips flew everywhere. Black sand gathered wildly in front of Kazekage.
In the blink of an eye, it solidified into a two-meter-thick black iron wall. The surface of the iron wall was covered with sharp barbs half a meter long.
It gleamed with the cold light of cast iron.
"Can this tortoise shell protect you?"
Shu Shiraishi's voice rang directly next to Kazekage's ear. Very close.
Kazekage Ying's neck stiffened. He hadn't even finished turning his head.
A military boot, still damp with mud, slammed hard into the center of the Iron Sand wall.
"Boom!"
The thick metal wall dented on the spot.
The terrifying physical kinetic energy penetrated the Iron Sand and slammed solidly into the Kazekage's chest.
The dull thud of a broken sternum was drowned out by the sound of a wall collapsing.
Kazekage spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. The blood foam sprayed onto the inside of the iron wall.
He and the deformed piece of Iron Sand flew backward like a cannonball.
It crashed through the oak wall of the conference room.
Next are the load-bearing walls of the corridor.
It crashed through three walls in a row, leaving three large holes with jagged edges. Brick fragments flew everywhere.
Finally, it crashed heavily onto the snow outside the conference building.
A three-meter-high column of snow was raised.
Kazekage was embedded in the deep pit, coughing up blood, too weak even to convulse.
Mizukage was completely dumbfounded.
The red marks from the scalded tea on the back of his hand were still throbbing painfully. But only one word remained in his mind.
run.
It's impossible. This isn't even a battle on the same level.
He pushed off with both legs, and his body instantly turned into a puddle of clear water in mid-air.
The Hydrification Technique.
The water splashed onto the dark red carpet.
Like a slippery water snake, it clung to the carpet fibers and darted wildly toward the hole in the wall that had been smashed open by the Kazekage.
Shu Shiraishi stood in front of the shattered conference table.
He glanced at the puddle of water that was about to slip away.
Raise your right hand, which is wearing a special glove, and use your thumb to pry open a metal cover on the back of your hand.
Press the red electromagnetic pulse button.
"Buzz--"
A blinding blue electromagnetic wave swept out from him.
The air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of ozone.
The pulse swept across the puddle of water.
A burst of blinding blue and white sparks erupted on the water's surface.
"Ah--!"
A piercing scream suddenly erupted from the ground.
The water splashed violently, forcibly pulling the physical form of the Mizukage out of its watery state.
He convulsed and collapsed onto the carpet.
Blue high-voltage current surged wildly across his body, causing his hair to stand on end and emit burnt blue smoke.
Mizukage opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody white foam.
He braced himself with his hands on the ground, desperately trying to get up.
A black military boot stepped over.
Step on the right forearm of the Mizukage.
Shu Shiraishi exerted force by pressing down hard on his heel.
"Click."
Mizukage's right arm was completely broken. The white bone fragments pierced her skin.
The scream was stuck in his throat, turning into a hissing sound that leaked air.
He lay sprawled on the ground like a dead fish, gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
The sound of loose bricks came from above.
"Thump."
The Ōnoki that was stuck in the ceiling fell down and smashed onto the broken mahogany table.
The table collapsed completely.
Ōnoki was covered in blood. Half of his nose was broken, and blood was flowing into his beard.
He clutched his lower back tightly with both hands, writhing in pain amidst the wood shavings.
That fall just now completely broke his back.
Less than half a minute.
The three figures that had been high above were now crippled on the ground.
The conference room was a mess.
Scraps of wood, plaster blocks, and charred parchment scrolls were scattered all over the ground.
A draft blew in through the hole in the wall, carrying with it the heavy snowflakes from outside.
Shu Shiraishi removed his foot from Mizukage's severed arm.
He sat down in a solid wood chair that wasn't overturned.
He pulled the cigarette he hadn't lit earlier from his trench coat pocket and put it in his mouth.
The lighter clicked. The flame was brought closer.
He exhaled a puff of smoke. The smoke was quickly dispersed by the wind in the cold air.
Ōnoki lay prone in the ruins, struggling to lift half of his blood-stained face.
"Kill... kill this old man."
Ōnoki was panting heavily, his old eyes filled with lifelessness.
The trap they set, the Explosive Tag hadn't even been detonated yet.
The Barrier Team was still waiting foolishly downstairs.
It was unilaterally crushed into pieces.
This isn't a fight at all; it's a slaughterhouse bleeding livestock.
"Kill you?"
Shu Shiraishi, with a cigarette between his fingers, used his gloves to dust off the white ash from the hem of his trench coat.
"That's too cheap."
He looked at these few barely clinging to life.
"I'll spare your worthless lives."
Shu Shiraishi stood up, his military boots stepping on the broken wooden planks.
"We want you to open your eyes and see clearly."
"Look at your pitiful possessions, look at your village."
"How was it that the tracks of Konoha gradually flattened it into the ground?"
Mizukage was in so much pain that she was covered in sweat, her left hand tightly clutching her severed right arm.
Hearing this, he felt a chill run down his spine.
This man is a madman. He not only wants to kill, but also to tear out their spiritual backbone and crush it bit by bit.
Shu Shiraishi tossed his cigarette butt near Mizukage's face.
A spark landed on the tip of Mizukage's nose, burning a small red dot. Mizukage didn't even dare to dodge.
Shu Shiraishi takes a step forward.
The military boots stepped directly over half of Mizukage's face.
Mud and Mizukage from the soles of her shoes smeared all over Shuiying's face and head. Mizukage closed her eyes, gritting her teeth in humiliation.
Outside the conference building corridor.
Dozens of elite guards from the Barrier Team rushed forward upon hearing the commotion.
They were all frozen in the corridor.
Looking at the devastation inside the house, and at the man who stepped out, his Mizukage.
The hands holding the samurai swords trembled like leaves. No one dared to take a single step forward; they voluntarily made way for them.
Shu Shiraishi stood on the wreckage scattered on the ground.
The black trench coat fluttered in the draft.
He stepped out of the smoke-filled conference building.
The cold air outside seeped into my lungs. The snow fell even harder.
He reached into the inside pocket of his trench coat.
He pulled out that rough, black iron brick.
Press the brass dial on the side with your thumb to tune to the command frequency.
"Sizzle."
The blind speaker made a half-second noise. Orochimaru's voice came out, mixed with the noise of the server room's cooling fans.
" Lord Shu."
Shu Shiraishi stood in the wind and snow.
Black smoke was billowing from the conference building behind them.
Negotiations broke down.
His voice was icy cold, piercing through the iron brick and striking Orochimaru's ear directly.
" Orochimaru, all troops, attack!"
Shu Shiraishi for a moment, emphasizing each word.
"Remember, this isn't a war, it's a sweeping advance!"