An Extraordinary Ninjutsu! Azure Sword Light

Chapter 121 An Extraordinary Ninjutsu! Azure Sword Light

Smoke and dust filled the air, and pebbles flew everywhere.

Everyone on the mountainside was thrown to the ground by the shockwave, and they scrambled to grab onto the nearest rocks to avoid being blown away.

Rope Tree lay on the ground, clinging tightly to a protruding rock, its eyes blinded by sand and dust.

"W--what happened?"

No one could answer him.

The smoke and dust were so thick that we couldn't see anything.

Koichi crawled out of the rubble, wiped the blood from his face, and desperately looked toward the center of the battlefield.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

At the edge of the deep pit, Raikage A knelt on one knee, the lightning spear on his right arm shattered, his entire arm hanging limply at his side.

His lightning-style protective barrier was covered in cracks, like glass that had been hit by a hammer, and it looked like it could shatter at any moment.

"cough"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which fell onto the gravel in front of him and was evaporated into a blood mist by the lightning.

I looked up and gazed at the other side of the deep pit.

Yang Xiang stood on the other side of the deep pit, his wooden hand shattered, turning into scattered pieces of wood on the ground.

His chakra cloak was completely shattered, most of his ninja armor was broken, revealing the skin underneath that had been burned by lightning. The charred fist mark on his chest was still there, and now there was a new gash running from his shoulder to his waist, with blood flowing down the wound.

But his eyes remained calm.

The two stared at each other across the deep pit.

"You Senju brat—" A's voice was hoarse, tinged with disbelief, "Your chakra—you haven't run out yet?"

Yang Xiang did not answer.

He raised his hand, joined two fingers together, and held it upright in front of him.

Spiritual energy surged from the dantian, flowed along the meridians, and condensed at the fingertips.

That's not chakra.

That's spiritual power.

It is the power of the cultivation world, an energy system completely different from that of the ninja world.

Yang Xiang rarely used spiritual power, not because he couldn't, but because it was unnecessary.

Chakra is enough.

But against an opponent like the Raikage, chakra was indeed insufficient.

The fingertips began to glow.

It wasn't the blue-green of chakra, but a pure cyan—like the tender buds of early spring, or the clear water of a deep pool.

The light was faint, yet it caused Ai's pupils to contract sharply.

Because of that power—

He can't feel it.

It wasn't that the power was too weak to be felt, but rather that the nature of that power was different from any other type of chakra he knew.

It is not fire, wind, thunder, earth, or water.

It's neither Yin Escape nor Yang Escape.

It's not a bloodline limit, not a secret technique, and not a sealing technique.

Magical arts?

However, he did not see any state of magic mode.

"What is this?" Ai's voice was low.

"Taoist magic!" Yang Xiang scoffed.

The cyan light suddenly solidified, transforming into a sword beam as thin as a hair, hovering above the fingertip.

The sword's edge was only three inches long, yet it exuded a chilling sharpness.

That's not sharpness in a physical sense, but rather a conceptual one—cutting.

It was as if this sword beam could even slice through space itself.

Ai's intuition was screaming alarm bells.

His fighting instincts told him—he must not touch that sword beam.

Absolutely do not touch it.

He didn't give Ai time to react.

With a light flick of the finger.

The sword light disappeared.

It wasn't that it was so fast that it couldn't be seen, but that it truly disappeared—as if it melted into the air, leaving no trace.

Ai's pupils contracted to their maximum size.

His Lightning Release technique was unleashed at full power, and lightning condensed into a thick layer of armor on his body.

Then the sword's edge appeared.

It was just three inches in front of him.

Without any trajectory or warning, it appeared out of nowhere and pierced straight between his eyebrows.

Ai instinctively tilted his head.

The sword light grazed his cheek, sliced ​​through his lightning-protected body, cut through his skin and muscles, and then disappeared into the air behind him.

A drop of blood slid down Ai's cheek.

The wound wasn't deep, but it kept bleeding.

Ai's expression changed.

His lightning-based protective shield—known as the "strongest shield"—was as thin as paper in the face of that sword light.

If he hadn't dodged, the sword beam would have pierced straight through his head.

A second ray of blue light shone from Yang Xiang's fingertips.

It's paler than before, but sharper.

Ai's pupils contracted to their maximum size.

He could feel that this sword strike was even faster than the one before.

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Xiang did not wait.

Snap your fingers.

The sword's edge flashed again.

This time, Ai couldn't completely dodge it.

The sword light sliced ​​across his shoulder, cutting through his lightning-protected body, his skin, and his muscles, causing blood to gush out.

Ai grunted and staggered backward.

His right arm was completely unable to be lifted.

On the mountainside, everyone was stunned.

Kouichi's eyes widened, En's mouth gaped open, and Yuto's Kagura Mind's Eye caught the trajectory of the sword light, causing him to tremble all over.

Rope Tree sat on the ground, his lips trembling.

He knew Yang Xiang was very strong.

But he never imagined that Yang Xiang could be this strong.

That's the Raikage.

The strongest spear and shield in the ninja world.

In front of Yang Xiang, he couldn't even fight back?

Yang Xiang withdrew his finger, and the blue light at his fingertip slowly dissipated.

His face was a little pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Two sword strikes drained a third of his spiritual power.

But his eyes remained calm.

"Raikage," he said, "Do we still want to fight?"

Ai fell silent.

He looked down at his drooping right arm, then at the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder, before looking up at the pale-faced but still ramrod-straight-backed boy opposite him.

Then he smiled.

That smile wasn't one of fighting spirit or anger, but rather one of relief.

"Hey! Can we reconcile?"

Yang Xiang raised an eyebrow.

"Don't joke around, Raikage?"

"My troops have already withdrawn," Ai said, pointing down the mountain.

Yang Xiang followed his gaze.

At some point, the remaining Cloud Ninja had retreated to the foot of the mountain and were withdrawing into the distance.

Without orders or signals, they retreated on their own.

Because they saw that their Raikage was injured.

Because they saw that the boy who used Wood Release still had energy left.

Because they knew—this war couldn't continue.

"Fifteen hundred men, half of them are gone," Ai said. "Nu Fatian killed a few hundred, you killed a few hundred. The rest, their morale has collapsed."

He stood up and moved his injured right arm; the sharp pain made his mouth twitch.

"If we continue fighting, I'm not confident I can beat you."

Yang Xiang looked at him.

"So you're going to run?"

"It's not running away," Ai shook his head. "It's retreating. War isn't decided in a single battle."

He turned and walked down the mountain.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again.

"You brat from the Senju family," he said without turning around, "I'll remember you."

He started walking down the mountain.

After taking a few steps, it suddenly stopped, as if it had sensed something.

He raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

Yang Xiang also raised his head.

In the distance, a black dot is rapidly growing larger on the horizon.

It was a giant toad, entirely crimson red, descending from the sky, the wind pressure it generated sending pebbles flying from the mountainside.

Atop the toad's head stood a white-haired man.

His clothes were tattered, and there were several bloodstains on his face; he looked extremely disheveled.

But his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Jiraiya.