The giant snake head, which had been swatted away, traced a desolate parabola in mid-air.
It crashed heavily onto the stands of the martial arts arena, a kilometer away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Within the ruins of the deep pit, the remaining seven snake heads suffered an even more devastating catastrophe.
Kenya's figure transformed into a black Inazuma, unleashing a storm of heavy punches that blasted one enemy to pieces with each blow!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It only took seven or eight seconds.
The enormous white body of the Eight-Headed Serpent, comparable to that of Tailed Beast, was brutally smashed into a large, bloody mess.
Hard white scales flew everywhere, and thick blood stained the entire pit crimson.
Accompanied by the final, feeble cry of the Eight-Headed Serpent.
The small mountain made of flesh and blood finally collapsed with a roar, turning into white smoke filling the sky.
In that tattered mass of snake head flesh in the center.
"Squeak..."
A nauseating, sticky sound rang out.
Orochimaru's withered body was covered in yellowish-green slime and blood.
Like a dehydrated, dying loach, it slid out weakly from the depths of its rotting throat.
He collapsed amidst the charred rubble, his bones shattered, gasping for breath.
I don't even have the strength to move a finger.
The Konoha Anbu and their Jonin stood at the edge of the ruins, holding their breath.
Everyone assumed that what followed would be an execution that would threaten the safety of the Shinobi World.
Senju Kenya will surely crush this venomous snake that plagues Konoha with swift and decisive action.
However.
Standing in the mud, Kenya looked down at the plump, firm white snake meat scattered on the ground.
Suddenly, a muffled, thunderous sound came from my stomach, completely out of the blue.
"Gurgle--"
That crazy dunk just now must have taken a lot of his energy.
Kenya touched his empty stomach, then his eyes suddenly lit up as he stared intently at the severed white snake bodies around him, each thicker than a water vat.
"Snake meat?"
Kenya swallowed hard and casually kicked a piece of charred snake meat with his toe.
"This meat... it looks so white and tender, it seems even more delicate than the giant python on the deserted island."
Under the stunned gaze of hundreds of people in the audience.
Kenya didn't even glance at Orochimaru, who was sprawled on the ground.
He pressed one hand lightly against the ground, his palm twitching slightly.
" Wood Release: Black Iron Barbecue Skewers!"
Two crisp "snap" sounds.
A two-meter-long, arm-thick, Black Iron Wood spear burst from the ground.
Kenya skillfully picked up three large pieces of white snake meat, each weighing several tens of kilograms, which were half-cooked from the aftershocks of his punch.
Then, he casually lit a fire from the burning ruins nearby and set up a makeshift barbecue pit on the spot!
"Sizzle sizzle..."
The abundant oil in the white snake meat bursts forth with an irresistible aroma as it is grilled over flames!
"Clatter!"
Kenya actually pulled out a packet of coarse salt and chili powder from the deep pocket of his floral shorts and generously sprinkled it on the grilled meat.
A strong and overpowering aroma of roasted meat instantly spread across the desolate, scorched battlefield!
The Anbu Ninja hiding in the distance twitched their noses involuntarily, their eyes practically bulging out of their masks.
Orochimaru was lying less than two meters away from the fire.
Watching this man skewer his ultimate summoned beast and grill it right in front of him.
Orochimaru's pale face was completely distorted at that moment.
This is a hundred times more vicious a form of mental humiliation than killing him!
" Senju Kenya... you... you've gone too far..."
Orochimaru breathed weakly, his eyes filled with venomous tears of blood, struggling to use Earth Release to slide into the mud.
However.
A large, thick foot wearing flip-flops fell from the sky without warning.
"Bang!"
Kenya, gleaming with a deep, dark gold luster, slammed heavily onto Orochimaru's shrunken belly!
The terrifying strength of the Senju Monster and the Armament Haki instantly penetrated through the skin and flesh.
"Puff--!"
Orochimaru let out a painful retching sound.
He looked like a squashed frog, his eyes bulging out, and blood gushing from his mouth.
Even the yellowish-green, sour-smelling snake bile mixed with gastric juices gushed out!
"What are you doing? Did I say you could leave?"
Kenya held the sizzling, oily black iron skewer in his hand.
He took a big bite of a steaming piece of roasted snake meat, chewing with gusto as he looked down at the Orochimaru at his feet.
"Ugh... It's so hot!"
Kenya, breathing out hot air, disdainfully rubbed the sole of his foot against Orochimaru's belly:
" Orochimaru, while your Eight-Headed Serpent is quite chewy, to be fair..."
"The muddy smell is too strong. Next time you go out to fight, remember to clean your internal organs more thoroughly."
This was a blatant and utterly humiliating mockery.
This completely shattered Orochimaru's last shred of dignity and psychological defenses as one of the legendary Sannin.
Despair, fear, and humiliation transformed into the instinct for survival.
As long as the green hills remain, there's always hope for a fire!
A resolute glint flashed in Orochimaru's eyes as he desperately bit through the last life-saving clasp beneath his tongue!
"Vomit--!"
Accompanied by a scream that sounded like his internal organs were being torn apart.
Orochimaru's true form was severed from his body like a gecko with its tail cut off, right under Kenya's foot!
In order to distract Kenya and create a chance for survival.
Orochimaru vomited out most of the contents of the mobile laboratory from his shattered chest cavity.
Dozens of sealed scrolls containing forbidden techniques, a gold card savings book accumulated over decades, and even the spirit communication scrolls of Ryūchi Cave.
It was sprayed onto the muddy ground like garbage, emitting a pungent medicinal smell.
And his physical remains.
Orochimaru was forced to sever his tail to survive, once again regurgitating most of his possessions and all his Summoning Scroll, before turning into a puddle of slime and escaping.