Sasuke stared blankly at the figure in mid-air that had been almost turned into a puddle of mud.
This was the terrifying being who had just immobilized him with sheer killing intent, and Sharingan couldn't even see through him!
In the hands of this man he called a "rude brute".
Completely powerless to fight back, being trampled on like a rag doll?!
This unreasonable, purely physical crushing defeat completely shattered Sasuke's long-held belief in the supremacy of Ninjutsu.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a final, powerful uppercut.
Orochimaru's body crashed heavily into the muddy forest floor like a meteorite.
It created a terrifying crater several meters deep.
Mud and water splashed everywhere, staining the surrounding tree trunks a murky color.
"Vomit--"
Orochimaru lay at the bottom of the pit, curled up in agony.
Large gulps of blood mixed with shattered internal organs gushed from his mouth as if it were free.
He felt like his body no longer belonged to him.
Every bone and every muscle was shattered inch by inch by that ferocious Armament Haki- infused Iron Fist.
If it weren't for the special Soft Body Modification his body underwent, his vitality would far exceed that of ordinary people.
That "Ora beating" he just received was enough to kill him ten times over!
"Damn... this guy is even stronger than he was at sea!"
Orochimaru cursed wildly in his mind.
His supposedly brilliant scientific modifications were utterly a joke in the face of absolute power.
No, this can't go on.
This container, which we finally found, will be completely destroyed if it takes a few more punches!
Orochimaru bit the tip of his tongue, using the excruciating pain to force himself to stay conscious.
" The Eight Branches Technique!"
He desperately squeezed out the last of his Chakra, trying to summon his strongest trump card.
It was a terrifying forbidden technique that could transform one into a white snake monster with eight heads and a tail.
With the burst of Chakra, Orochimaru's body began to swell violently, and white scales frantically tore through his skin and grew out.
"Still struggling in its death throes?"
Kenya stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at Orochimaru's transformation.
He didn't give Orochimaru a chance to complete his transformation.
Armament Haki: Meteor Stomp!
Kenya leaped high into the air, his right foot instantly covered by a deep layer of Armament Haki.
With terrifying gravitational acceleration as if falling from the sky, it slammed heavily onto Orochimaru's newly formed, enormous snake-like bulge.
"Bang!"
A sickeningly loud bang.
The head of the Eight-Headed Serpent that had not yet fully formed.
It was like a water-filled balloon that had been stepped on and burst open instantly!
White snake blood and scales splattered all over the pit.
"Ah--!!!"
Orochimaru let out an extremely shrill scream.
The Chakra backlash from the forced interruption of the Eight Branches Technique, coupled with the terrifying physical damage from that kick.
It brought his consciousness to the brink of collapse in an instant.
"I can't afford to offend them... Fine, I can't afford to offend them, okay?!"
Orochimaru roared in despair in his heart.
All he wants now is to escape, to escape as far away as possible!
What perfect vessel? What Sharingan Sasuke Uchiha?
To hell with everything else when it comes to your own life!
" Senju Kenya, you just wait!"
With his last ounce of strength, Orochimaru slammed his hands into the muddy water at the bottom of the pit.
"Great Serpent Style: Escape of Manda!"
A soft "bang" sound.
Orochimaru's battered body instantly transformed into hundreds and thousands of tiny white snakes.
These white snakes, like earthworms in extreme fright, desperately burrowed deep into the soil.
They fled frantically in all directions, fearing that if they were too slow, they would be smashed into mincemeat by those Iron Fist.
Only Orochimaru's voice, filled with endless resentment and fear, remained, echoing through the forest:
" Senju Kenya, you're a madman!"
Looking at the white snakes frantically burrowing into the ground, Kenya curled his lip in disdain.
"With such meager backbone, you call yourself Sannin?"
"His escape posture was even uglier than a loach's."
He didn't chase after them.
In this complex forest, if Orochimaru were determined to escape, it would be difficult for him to catch them all even if he turned the ground upside down.
Besides, his purpose today was simply to act as a babysitter for Team 7 and, incidentally, stretch his muscles.
Kenya jumped down from the edge of the pit.
He looked down at his flip-flops, which were covered in Orochimaru's blood and the slime from snake molts.
"That's disgusting."
Kenya rubbed the soles of his shoes on the grass nearby with some disgust, trying to wipe away the dirt.
"Next time I run into this guy, I'll have to wear rain boots."
After wiping the soles of the shoes clean.
Kenya turned around and looked toward the tree hole.
There.
Naruto was cheering and waving his arms.
And Sasuke Uchiha.
He remained in the same stiff posture, still holding the Kunai.
He stared blankly at Kenya, his face as pale as paper.
Clearly, the one-sided, overwhelming battle had left an indelible physical shock on the young Uchiha master's mind.
Kenya looked at the dead snakes scattered on the ground, wiped the soles of his shoes with some disgust, and then looked at Sasuke, who was standing there dumbfounded.