Chương 82: Zhang Village

Chapter 82 Returning to the Village This move is very simple: raise the sword and then thrust it in.

In the air, the flames around the giant sword stopped briefly, hovering high in the sky. As it sank under the pull of gravity, the flames around the giant sword erupted violently again, accelerating and accelerating until it broke through the supersonic air barrier, exploding in layers at the tip of the sword.

Fun fact: In Kendo, a giant sword is wielded using the momentum of inertia.

In the night sky, a bright, fiery meteor flashed continuously, leaving a trail as it transformed into a streak of light and violently plummeted to the earth.

Everyone looked up at the shooting star rapidly falling from the sky, their pupils contracting in fear.

Faced with this attack, you are the one who dares to stand still.

Is it really safe for me to be standing at this distance?

Unable to withstand the terrifying pressure looming overhead, the ninja, confident in his abilities, seemed to have made up his mind and turned to run away.

Standing still, gazing up at the giant sword meteor rapidly approaching and growing larger in the sky, Nakamaro roared, his chakra exploding outwards. His pale bones grew rapidly, engulfing him in the blink of an eye. The twisted bone tissue writhed and split wildly, growing and multiplying around him. In the blink of an eye, a twisted spiral spear of bone stood upright, pointing towards the sky and growing rapidly upwards.

The colossal spiral bone spear grew rapidly, like a towering pagoda reaching the heavens, rising from the ground at a rapid pace: ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters...

The massive spearhead was aimed at the tip of the plunged greatsword.

Due to the inertia of falling, the liquid inside the sword flowed towards the hilt and was firmly pressed to the bottom, leaving the water empty at the tip, and the entire tip turned into invisible air.

It seemed like a long time, yet also like the blink of an eye. The tip of the giant sword, carrying layers of breaking through the air barriers, violently struck the tip of the giant spear. In the blink of an eye, the water at the bottom surged violently, slamming into the sword tip like a heavy hammer. A terrifying yet grand clanging sound rang out, spreading outwards at supersonic speed in layers. Bright sparks of friction flashed in the air, accompanied by a rapidly spreading ring of airflow.

The azure giant sword tip, as sharp as slicing tofu, pressed down like a divine weapon under its own weight and frantic acceleration. The white tower twisted and shattered, and endless white fragments shot out in all directions like a storm, with sharp whooshing sounds of air being torn apart.

Deep within the towering bone spear, Nakamaro sensed the shattered spear, a look of relief and liberation flashing in his eyes.

My life as a ninja ends here.

The greatsword continued to press down, piercing straight to the bottom and crashing heavily into the earth.

In an instant, as if an earthquake had struck, the ground trembled. Within a radius of one kilometer, the ground first felt noticeably heavy, then suddenly rebounded. Stones, gravel, and other debris were violently propelled into the air. Trees undulated like wild grass, and everyone standing on the ground lost their balance and stumbled. Some used footwork to hold on tightly to the ground, gazing at the center of the battlefield in the distance.

has it ended?

But at that moment, an even more terrifying shock surged from deep within the earth.

The terrifying aspect of Jieluo's move lies not in the strike itself, but in the water.

Water hammer effect.

Within the smooth, enclosed body of the sword, as the sword fell and plunged into the ground, the force transmitted caused the water to surge up, rapidly rebounding from the tip of the sword and flowing towards the hilt. Upon impacting the hilt, with nowhere to go on the smooth walls, it could only bounce back quickly. As the water fell, it struck the earth with a resounding thud, like a heavy hammer blow.

This continued repeatedly, with a violent, deafening roar.

A massive amount of heavy water, repeatedly and rapidly pushed and impacted, generates water shock waves back and forth, and the force generated is related to the inertia of the water.

In an instant, the earth trembled violently, rising and falling wildly like ocean waves. Continuous forests were uprooted and torn apart like wild grass. People on the ground were blown away one after another by the violent shaking of the earth. Amidst the screams of panic and fear, an even more terrifying hurricane-force wind burst forth at the center of the impact.

With a scream, Lucy, clinging to the feather, was caught in the raging hurricane. Countless debris and shrapnel pelted Lucy, who covered her face with her arms and cried out repeatedly. Behind her, on the feather that was being blown up and down and rolled erratically, Akane and Terumiko clung tightly to it, not daring to let go for even a moment.

In a scene resembling a natural disaster, the resounding thuds of giant hammers pounding the ground echoed with a powerful rhythm, a pure act of violence, a frenzied outburst, until the accumulated power broke through its limits, transforming into a sky full of splashing water that exploded with a deafening roar.

After a long while, or perhaps in an instant, everything calmed down.

The field was a mess. One by one, the Hidden Mist ninjas got up, looking around in confusion at the ruins that resembled a typhoon, and swallowed hard.

"Teacher's swordsmanship..." Gazing at the massive crater left in the center of the battlefield, and the countless, shocking cracks spreading outwards in all directions, Zhu Yin's eyes shone with an intense light as she said, "It was truly violent..."

She loved this violent swordsmanship, the extreme destructive power brought about by absolute violence.

"This is art..."

Mikoto glanced at Akane, this fellow disciple, who seemed a bit crazy.

"This is water escaping, not swordsmanship." With a slightly cruel yet elegant smile, Terumi Koto stared at Yura with sparkling eyes.

Who doesn't like a strong teacher?

Ok?

Jieluo's ears twitched. He hovered in mid-air above the deep pit and looked up at Zhuyin in the distance.

Are you also an abstract artist?

The entire village of the Taketori clan had been razed to the ground by Yura's attack. The deep pit was filled with fragments of scattered bones. Nakamaro's body was no more. Yura was a little disappointed; he couldn't get his heart after all.

But it's not a big problem; there are still quite a few members of the bamboo-collecting clan left.

As agreed, this clan will henceforth be her sword.

A moment later, accompanied by the whooshing sound of ninjas flying through the air, they arrived one after another, standing outside the deep pit, looking up at Yura in mid-air with awe, worship, and a trace of fear in their eyes.

In the ninja world, it's easy to admire someone, and bowing down to a powerful force isn't considered shameful. In fact, many ninjas hope to have a powerful figure to rely on.

This is why Konoha had the foundation to be established, and most of the ninja clans were subjugated by the power of Hashirama Senju.

From the crowd, a burly man with his hair tied in a bun stepped forward, his tattered tribal clothes still stained with blood, followed by a group of tribesmen.

The burly man looked up at Jieluo in the sky, his eyes filled with fanaticism and excitement, and said, "Please let me join your ranks, Lady Ghost Princess!"

His logic was simple: even Madara Uchiha couldn't kill the clan leader.

But this woman can.

Therefore, she is very strong, extremely strong.