In mid-air, the blizzard howled and tore through the air.
The hairs on Ōnoki's back stood on end, bristling like needles!
A chilling, heavy, and violent sense of oppression, like an abyss.
It clung tightly to the back of his three layers of thick cotton robes without reservation.
A chilling aura enveloped everything!
quick!
It's a terrifyingly fast speed that surpasses the limits of human optic nerve transmission!
Ōnoki's brain was screaming wildly, trying to twist his body and mobilize his Chakra to use Earth Release to save his life.
However.
This Tsuchikage, who is nearly a hundred years old, has a frail body that has long been eroded by time and has severely osteoporotic bones.
In terms of neurological reflexes, how could anyone possibly keep up with the god-like physical body of Senju Kenya, who has fused the Garp Template with the pure Yang energy of the Senju?!
"I'm talking about old man Ōnoki."
Kenya's casual, teasing voice was almost whispered next to Ōnoki's wrinkled earlobe.
Accompanying this was a strong, domineering plume of smoke from a white jade pipe:
"I saw you hunched over down there, flying all crooked and wobbly all the time."
"As you get older, with severe lower back strain, stop floating around in the Tenten pretending to be a god."
Kenya's lips curled into a devilish grin, his tone as gentle as if he were selling liniment to an old neighbor:
"Perfect timing. I actually spent two days learning traditional blind massage from an eighty-year-old traditional Chinese medicine doctor at an old bathhouse in the Land of Waves."
"Today, for the sake of the Five Kage Summit, I'll give you a free in-depth physical therapy session!"
In the blink of an eye, the words had barely left his lips!
Kenya's right hand, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly thrust its index finger forward slightly!
They did not use the brute force of a ten-thousand-ton Shigan, enough to shatter mountains.
Kenya even very considerately and restrained himself by suppressing 99% of his monstrous strength.
It only retained a trace of the deep, pure black Armament Haki Hardening.
And a faint spiraling oscillation force originating from deep within the cells of the Senju Wood Release Cells.
However.
Even this insignificant "slight force".
For Ōnoki's three old lumbar vertebrae, which were already extremely fragile and only held together by applying plasters and sheer willpower.
Its destructive power is no different from taking a solid steel chisel weighing tens of thousands of kilograms and hammering it head-on!
" Shigan - Traditional bone-setting and massage!!"
"Pfft!!"
A dull, muffled thud as flesh pierced through the air suddenly exploded!
That hard, dark gold index finger.
Through the thick cotton robe, precise, fierce, and without the slightest deviation.
It struck the very center of the gap between the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae in Ōnoki's lower back!
In that instant.
Time seemed to stand still high above the entire palace of the Land of Iron.
Ōnoki's old face, which was originally filled with rage and arrogance.
In a fraction of a millisecond of a moment when the index finger strikes.
All the color was drained away in an instant, leaving only a deathly pale white!
His entire body muscles suddenly stiffened into a block of dead iron!
Those tiny, bean-like eyes suddenly bulged out of their sockets, like two glass marbles being violently squeezed!
Deep within the whites of his eyes, countless blood vessels suddenly burst and became congested with blood!
Even his tongue was uncontrollably and drooping crookedly from the edge of his lips!
Immediately afterwards.
"Crack! Snap! Click-clack!!"
A series of terrifying, bone-crackling cracking sounds, like raw broad beans being stir-fried in a hot pan, filled the air and made one's teeth ache and bones feel weak!
The sound, clearly emanating from the depths of Ōnoki's thin, withered lower back, permeated every corner of the entire hall!
That's the highest level of impact that any mortal's sensory nerves can withstand!
acid!
numb!
Bloated!
pain!
An excruciating pain, indescribable in any language of the Shinobi World, surged through Ōnoki's spinal cord and violently struck his brain center like Inazuma!
Ōnoki felt his entire lower body instantly lose all sensation!
It was as if someone had taken a red-hot, rusty iron saw and was frantically sawing back and forth along the gaps in his lower back!
"Awooo!!!!"
A bloodcurdling, heart-wrenching, pig-slaughtering scream!
It shot out wildly from the throat of this living fossil of the Shinobi World, like a volcanic eruption!
Its ferocity was so great that it even shook the howling blizzard in mid-air, causing it to scatter outwards!
While in mid-air, Ōnoki was jolted backward by the finger, folding in half like a large, red shrimp that had been scalded by boiling water!
Within the palms of his hands, there was a semi-transparent Dust Release barrier that he had painstakingly condensed.
Under this excruciating, soul-piercing pain...
"Puff--"
It's like a damp, dud that's been punctured.
It didn't even have the slightest destructive power; it vanished instantly, turning into a wisp of meaningless white smoke!
Not only did Dust Release collapse on the spot.
The Ultra-Light-Weight Rock Technique Chakra within Ōnoki's body, which he used to maintain flight, instantly went out of control due to violent nerve spasms!
"Thump! Whoosh!"
Ōnoki clutched his lower back tightly with both hands, tears, snot, and saliva streaming down his face like a burst dam.
He looked like a withered old sparrow whose wings had been pierced by a slingshot.
It traced a pathetic and comical parabola in mid-air, then plummeted headfirst towards the gravel ground below in a pathetic and disastrous manner!
"Grandfather--!!"
" Lord Tsuchikage!!"
Below, beside the snowdrift ruins, Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi, who had just scrambled to their feet, were terrified by this earth-shattering scream!
Kurotsuchi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as it screamed and lunged forward.
Akatsuchi scrambled and rolled, his massive body sliding several meters across the ground, before spreading his arms to catch the withered figure that was falling freely.
And not far away, in front of the seats of the Land of Lightning.
The Fourth Raikage A, held his swollen, purple right hand, which resembled a large, braised pig's trotter.
Watching Ōnoki plummet headfirst into the sky, his eyes twitched wildly, he gasped for breath, and his whole body went numb.
The Senju Kenya is suspended a hundred meters in the air.
With one hand tucked into the pocket of his floral shorts and his feet seemingly floating on air, he slowly blew away a wisp of dust from his index finger.
He then carefully put the white jade pipe back in his mouth, a kind and innocent smile playing on his lips.