bookbashuk Chapter 223 The Technique of Shadow Clone with a Sword in Hand
Chapter 223 The Technique of Shadow Clone with a Sword in Hand
next second.
On the inner wall of the dome, among the thousands of ice mirrors, countless ice needles suddenly appeared.
Each ice needle was crystal clear, radiating a chilling aura, and its sharp tip precisely locked onto Hiruzen Sarutobi at the center of the dome.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
There was no delay whatsoever.
Thousands of ice needles, as if receiving a unified command, burst forth from all directions toward Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The dense, whistling sounds connected, forming a buzzing sound that sent chills down one's spine.
"Art……"
As Yukinojo looked at the rain of ice needles he had created, a sickly flush appeared on his pale face.
This is his art!
He traps his enemies in the magnificent cage he creates, unleashing his power in the most exquisite and beautiful way.
This scene rekindled a glimmer of hope for the ninjas of the Allied Fleet in the distance.
"It's Lord Yukinojo's technique!"
"So beautiful... This is truly the bloodline limit of Kirigakure!"
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was in the center of the Ice Prison, chuckled lightly.
He slowly and deliberately took out a huge shuriken from the ninja tool pouch at his waist.
"Very gorgeous."
He muttered a comment under his breath, then poured his immense chakra into it without reservation.
Buzz!
The massive shuriken emitted a loud buzzing sound in his hand.
"Sword Shadow Clone Technique!"
He casually tossed the terrifying weapon overhead with one hand.
The giant shuriken spun rapidly in the air, splitting into ten, then into a hundred, and finally into a thousand!
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into countless, high-speed spinning black blades.
Instead of scattering upwards, they converged into a dark torrent under the constraint of an invisible force, like a black galaxy rolling upwards, fiercely meeting the falling rain of ice needles.
Ding! Clang!
Ding ding ding—! !!!
A sudden, resounding sound of metal colliding with ice crystals echoed throughout the entire dome.
Yukinojo's prized ice needles crumbled at the slightest touch against the shuriken, whose spinning force was far more terrifying.
The swathes of ice needles were mercilessly shredded and crushed into countless shimmering ice shards by that black galaxy.
This is absolute power crushing.
After shattering all the ice needles, the black galaxy, undiminished in its momentum, surged straight towards the dome with unparalleled power.
"No... how could this be?!"
The sickly flush on Yukinojo's face vanished instantly, leaving only endless horror and disbelief.
A shuriken?
How could such ninjutsu possess such terrifying power?!
So... he broke through his own bloodline limit secret technique so easily?
As the black river of death was about to crash into the dome, Yukinojo was terrified.
Without hesitation, he formed hand seals, his body instantly transforming into a phantom and merging into an ice mirror behind him, attempting to use the properties of ice escape to leap between the mirrors of the dome and escape.
This was his last resort to save his life!
As long as we can escape this dome...
However, he was fast, but someone was faster than him!
Just as he entered the ice mirror, his figure was about to appear on another ice mirror dozens of meters away.
"Boom—!!!!!"
A deafening roar erupted without warning.
The ice mirror he was supposed to see was smashed to pieces with an unparalleled force by a long, jet-black staff that came hurtling in from outside the dome.
The hard ice mirror, along with the dome within a radius of tens of meters around it, was punched into a huge hole by this blow.
Countless ice crystal fragments, mixed with a burst of dazzling blood, fell from the hole.
Outside the dome, the Third Raikage's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.
He clearly saw that, just a second after throwing his shuriken, Hiruzen Sarutobi swung the terrifying club backhand and hurled it toward a point on the dome.
Prediction!
He even predicted that Yukinojo would escape, and accurately predicted where he would land.
What terrifying computational power and combat intuition!
Yukinojo... is dead.
The head, filled with endless terror and bewilderment, traced an arc through the air before landing heavily on the ice, rolling a few times before finally coming to a stop.
Those emerald pupils were still wide open, reflecting the black galaxy of swords in hand slowly dissipating above the dome.
His art, his proud bloodline limit, everything about him...
They were all completely shattered.
Boom—!
At that very moment, the black sword Galaxy in the hand finally crashed hard into the fragile ice crystal dome, which had lost its master's control.
The enormous dome exploded with a deafening roar!
It turned into millions of fragments, like a dazzling rain of diamonds, which fell gently onto the icy plain.
Amidst ice shards and light and shadow.
Hiruzen Sarutobi reappeared in everyone's sight.
He remained standing in the same spot, as if he had never moved.
The black staff that had shattered Yukinojo was back in his hand, casually slung over his shoulder.
A cold sea breeze blew by, ruffling the hem of his divine robe behind him.
Hiruzen Sarutobi raised his head, looking past the swirling ice crystals, and fixed his calm gaze back on the Third Raikage, who stood frozen in place not far away.
It was as if the brief exchange just now was nothing more than an insignificant interlude.
The ice crystals flying everywhere, like shattered diamonds scattered for a grand funeral, reflected a pale light in the cold sea breeze.
Dead silence.
A chilling, deathly silence.
Yukinojo's head, filled with endless terror and confusion, still lay quietly on the ice, his wide-open emerald eyes reflecting a man carrying a black staff and wearing a divine robe.
The Third Raikage, A, was stiff, his massive muscles taut to the extreme.
He watched helplessly as a powerful bloodline limit user, a high-level combatant, was completely wiped out by the person in front of him in just a few breaths.
From using the shadow clones of his sword to break the ice needles, to throwing a long stick after being caught off guard, he accurately predicted the landing point of the fleeing enemy.
All of this calculation, reaction, and execution is so fast it's breathtaking.
Just then, a muffled sound of ice breaking came from not far away.
Whoosh!
A disheveled figure burst forth from beneath the floating ice, stirring up a large expanse of icy seawater.
The Third Generation Mizukage, Mizuki.
He looked utterly miserable at that moment.
The magnificent Water Shadow God Robe was already tattered and torn, and a huge dent in the chest was shocking, a wound left by the direct impact of the Vajra Ruyi Staff.
His arms were twisted at an odd angle, clearly indicating significant bone damage.
He was breathing heavily, each breath causing excruciating pain in his chest, which made his pale face contort even further.