Amidst the ruins of the main hall, the incandescent beam of destructive light silently pierced through.
There was no ear-piercing roar of Lightning Release, no raging flames of Fire Style.
The hard stone chair where the Senju Kenya Master had been sitting, and the black basalt walls of the main hall behind him, several meters thick.
Within the first microsecond of touching that translucent Dust Release barrier.
"Buzz--"
It was like a red-hot iron being pressed into the soft, first snow!
The entire rock layer was completely and effortlessly erased from the molecular and atomic levels, leaving nothing but emptiness!
A large, smooth hole, as flat as a mirror, was left in the stone wall.
The biting blizzard howled and poured in through the smooth holes.
In mid-air, Ōnoki's hands remained in a forward-pushing posture.
A cruel, bloodthirsty smirk had just appeared on that withered face covered in age spots:
"Hmph! You arrogant and ignorant brute, now you know about my Dust Release..."
However.
Ōnoki's triumphant declaration of victory hadn't even been fully uttered yet.
A casual, playful sound, even carrying the lingering echo of a full burp.
Without any warning.
A soft, distant sound rang out less than half a foot behind Ōnoki's head:
"Hey old man, where are you looking?"
In that instant Ōnoki felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
Every single dry hair on his body stood on end in that instant!
A sharp, deep-seated numbness and shivering sensation even spread through the scalp at the back of my head!
Missed?!
Not only did they miss, but the monster that should have been disintegrated into nothingness by Dust Release on the ground was also destroyed.
When... did they touch my back?!
Despite his aching back, which felt like it was about to break, Ōnoki twisted his neck backward with extreme difficulty, as if it were a rusty spring!
I only glanced at it.
The Third Tsuchikage, whose fame had resounded Shinobi World for nearly a century, nearly had his eyeballs pop out of their sockets and fall into the snow!
With his Ultra-Light-Weight Rock Technique, Ōnoki is able to soar freely through the sky.
Air superiority has always been his greatest asset in dominating the battlefield and looking down on all others.
However, at this moment...
High in the sky, without any Chakra wings or Wind Release support.
Senju Kenya, shirtless, his brightly colored shorts fluttering in the howling blizzard.
He had a white jade pipe between his teeth, while his hands remained firmly tucked into the pockets on either side of his floral shorts.
She was wearing a pair of faded flip-flops.
In the void of mid-air, two feet gently tread through the air at a wonderfully rhythmic frequency!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Each time the flip-flops crunched in the air.
The void beneath his feet was actually compressed by pure physical brute force, creating visible white shockwaves!
Taking advantage of this violent recoil force.
Senju Kenya walked as if he were on a smooth asphalt road.
With his hands in his pockets and his feet seemingly floating on air, he leisurely circled around the top of the Ōnoki!
Six Powers: Geppo!
An absolute Taijutsu miracle of walking on air with pure flesh, disregarding gravity!
"You... how could you possibly fly?!"
Ōnoki screamed in utter terror, his voice completely split in two:
"No Earth Release: Light-Weight Rock Technique! No Wind Release: Backlash!!"
"What kind of sorcery did you use?!"
Kenya slowly exhaled a puff of blue smoke, which landed directly on Ōnoki's face.
He looked down at the short, old man flailing about in mid-air and sneered.
"Sorcery? I told you long ago, read more books and newspapers, and stop with that feudal superstition."
"As long as I step on the air faster than it sinks, the air is a solid floor to me."
Kenya looked him up and down with an expression as if he were an idiot:
"Flying quite high, old man."
"But being a target in the sky, isn't the field of vision exceptionally wide, and the number of ways you get punched also exceptionally high?"
"You bastard!!"
Ōnoki trembled with rage, his hands suddenly clasped together in the opposite direction, and a semi-transparent, destructive light shone from his palms once more!
Beside the ruins on the ground below.
The Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi finally recovered from their shock!
"Release Lord Tsuchikage!!"
With a Kurotsuchi cry, Hei Tu swiftly Hand Seals and suddenly spat out a large amount of sticky, scalding hot lime cement:
" Lava Release - Lava Release: Quicklime Congealing Technique!!"
Akatsuchi slammed its fist on the ground, roaring as it summoned a gigantic rock golem weighing several tons:
" Earth Release: Steel Giant! Go!!"
A sky full of lava ash and roaring rock giant arms transformed into a ground-to-air killing array, rushing straight at Kenya in mid-air!
However.
Senju Kenya, suspended in mid-air, didn't even bother to pull his hands out of the pockets of his large floral shorts.
He simply flicked his right leg forward in mid-air with utter nonchalance!
"Storm Kick - Chaotic Blades!!"
"Huff--!!"
Several white vacuum-slashing wind blades, each tens of meters long, roared violently from the tip of the flip-flop!
A violent wind pressure that tears the atmosphere apart purely by the force of the human body!
"Crack! Boom!!"
The Kurotsuchi spewed out a cloud of Lava Release lime, which couldn't even reach within five meters of Kenya. He was immediately blown back by the violent shockwave, getting a face full of lime!
The giant rock golem in the Akatsuchi was sliced in two on the spot by a wind blade that slashed down from the sky, and collapsed and smashed to pieces on the ground!
The backlash sent both the Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi flying dozens of meters away, where they rolled awkwardly in the snowdrifts!
In mid-air, there were no more obstacles!
Ōnoki's body was stiff and lifeless. The Dust Release ball of light that had just condensed in his palm was violently shaking and unstable under the violent close-range wind pressure!
Before this Tsuchikage could even complete the spell reversal...
"Whoosh!"
A crisp sonic boom exploded in the air!
Senju Kenya's figure vanished into thin air once again, as if by ghostly teleportation!
The next instant.
Ōnoki felt a sudden chill run down his spine, a violent and oppressive feeling that seemed to freeze his soul pressed firmly against the back of his back!
Kenya's figure was like an insurmountable black mountain, hovering steadily half an inch behind Ōnoki.
His right hand, which had been tucked into his shorts pocket, finally slowly emerged.
Bring your five fingers together.
Only one index finger was sticking out straight out.
The deep, pure black Armament Haki hardened and condensed quietly at his fingertips like a stream of light.
That hard finger gleaming with a cold, divine light.
It aimed precisely and accurately at Ōnoki's fragile lower back vertebrae, which were aching and sore from years of overwork!