Chapter 172: The Call of the Bloodline, The True Eight-Headed Serpent
Boom! Orochimaru and Enma slammed together violently. Both the man and the beast possessed immense physical strength. The resulting air explosion actually carved a half-meter-deep crater into the grass beneath their feet, and the radiating shockwave forcefully snapped three surrounding towering trees.
Rumble! The ferocious Enma, though closely related to monkeys, fought with wide, sweeping blows that lacked the characteristic agility of a monkey. Instead, his attacks were fierce and tyrannical, like an enraged beast.
The beast-like physical strength behind every strike produced sharp gusts of wind, and every blow exerted tremendous pressure.
The brave Enma seized an opportunity, swung his fist—the size of a punching bag—and smashed it fiercely into Orochimaru's abdomen.
Orochimaru felt a colossal force, seemingly carrying tens of thousands of pounds, erupt suddenly in his abdomen. His entire body was flung backward as if he had been mounted on a spring.
In the instant he was thrown, Orochimaru, who possessed vast combat experience and did not forget to counterattack, abruptly shook ten steel wires from between his fingers, which he had retrieved from his ninja tool pouch at some unknown time.
Orochimaru endured the intense pain, pulled the steel wires taut, and swiftly wove several hand signs!
"Fire Style: Dragon Fire Technique!"
Taking a deep breath, Orochimaru shot out a pure-white, slender line of fire.
Unlike the ultimate Fire Style mastered by Hiruzen, Orochimaru's pure-white ultimate Fire Style gave off an eerie sensation, like the ghostly flame of the underworld, yet the fire contained an extreme and terrifying high temperature.
The pure-white, slender line of fire landed on the ten steel wires. It expanded against the wind, erupting into a roaring, brilliant white blaze that rushed toward the end of the steel wires like small, surging streams.
The ten streams of flame exploded violently at the ends of the steel wires.
Orochimaru, whose backward momentum had finally stopped, suddenly felt a strong sense of danger surge through his mind before he could even rise.
He abruptly looked up and saw the Nyoibō (a magical staff) rapidly extending toward him. The staff, which was black and gold, suddenly impacted his chest.
The Nyoibō, known for its diamond-hard durability, possessed astonishing power. Boom! Boom! Boom! It continuously smashed Orochimaru through more than ten towering trees before finally retracting slowly.
Swish, swish, swish! Orochimaru, his clothes tattered, stood up from the wood chips and broken stones. A razor-sharp glare, like a sword, shot out from his dark-golden eyes. He was starting to get serious.
Nagai Hōsai, also looking disheveled, landed next to Orochimaru.
Orochimaru focused his will, and Nagai Hōsai immediately began weaving Wind Style hand signs, intercepting Hiruzen and Enma's attack to buy Orochimaru time.
Orochimaru patted his chest and said with a hint of nonchalance: "Yamata, time to get to work!"
The pale-gold little Yamata immediately opened its crimson snake eyes. It flashed a streak of golden light and landed on Orochimaru's shoulder. As soon as it settled, it opened its maw, flickered its long, crimson tongue, and roared toward the sky.
A brilliant golden light burst forth, as if a small sun had risen in the night sky. The three-headed, three-tailed pale-gold Yamata Avatar was now standing behind Orochimaru.
Beneath the pale-gold phantom avatar, Orochimaru had already begun weaving hand signs at some unknown point.
Meanwhile, Nagai Hōsai had also completed his preparations.
"Wind Style: Great Vacuum Tornado Technique!"
High in the sky, the clouds twisted and the airflow spun. A deep-blue, swirling tornado, connecting heaven and earth and piercing the clouds, swept across hundreds of meters of land, pushing toward Hiruzen and Enma.
The wildly surging airflow and the endless Wind Blades concealed within the tornado seemed intent on tearing Hiruzen and Enma to shreds.
Observing the immense force of the tornado, Hiruzen's gaze was sharp and calm. He waved his hand toward Enma.
Thud! Enma transformed back into the black-and-gold Nyoibō and fell into Hiruzen's hand.
Driven by Hiruzen's will, the miraculous Nyoibō instantly thickened and grew larger. Hiruzen swung it fiercely.
The thick Nyoibō seemed to transform into a black-and-gold sky-piercing column, or perhaps a paintbrush wielded in mid-air, using the vast world as its canvas.
Wielding the Nyoibō, Hiruzen suddenly let out a roar: "Hah! Be shattered!"
The massive Nyoibō savagely swept across the path of the tornado, churning the air and producing a low, muffled sonic boom. It violently cut the heaven-piercing tornado in half and churned it into nothingness.
The Nyoibō, terrifying like a celestial pillar, continued its path after destroying the tornado. It slammed down from above, booming as it smashed Nagai Hōsai deep into the earth.
At this moment, Hiruzen looked back at Orochimaru behind Nagai Hōsai.
He saw Orochimaru continuously weaving hand signs. Every slide and convergence of his fingers seemed to touch upon profound secrets and laws. Under the blessing of the pale-gold Yamata Avatar, he was summoning an invisible yet immense power.
Suddenly, Orochimaru began chanting: "By my blood, I call forth your spirit! Come forth, ancient Eight-Headed Serpent!"
Orochimaru's left hand, stained with his own blood, traced the Yamata Summoning Jutsu tattoo on his right hand before slamming heavily onto the ground. A massive Jutsu formula pattern rapidly spread outwards.
Buzz! A subtle hum, yet it reached the ears of Orochimaru and the others.
Everyone saw that the spreading Jutsu formula pattern was levitating in the air, propelled by an unknown force, and encompassed a thousand meters of the surrounding land.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Continuous colossal sounds echoed between heaven and earth, as if a mighty force was knocking upon an ancient, long-sealed door, intending to awaken an existence that had slumbered for ages.
Rumble! Rumble! As if the world was ending, the earth beneath the Jutsu formula pattern collapsed everywhere, shattering into fragments like broken glass.
Innumerable streaks of deep-blue Chakra light, which seemed to illuminate the world, instantly pierced the dark landscape and manifested before Orochimaru and the others.
Hiss!
A terrifying roar resounded.
A deep, ancient voice, seeming to contain the weight of the river of history and the weariness of ages, boomed across the land: "Descendant of the Yamata Clan, I come in accordance with the ancient covenant!"
A colossal serpent, comparable to a towering mountain range, with eight heads and eight tails, fiercely emerged. The mountainous, ancient body of the Eight-Headed Serpent materialized from the Jutsu formula pattern that covered a thousand meters.
Orochimaru had finally summoned the one and only Eight-Headed Serpent residing within the Yamata Summoning Jutsu.
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