Chapter 429: Harvest! The Prince of the Lost Kingdom? Second Update!
"What a joke… Why is this monster here?"
"How can we possibly defeat such a terrifying monster with just us?"
As the surviving pirates and rogue Ninja gradually broke down, Kakuzu stared at the giant ice sheet beneath his feet, swallowing hard.
Just like these pirates and rogue Ninja!
Besides the Mangekyo, his understanding of Fujiwara Tetsuya's strength was still based on those astonishing battle rumors.
Although he had the advantage of the confined terrain, at this moment… the Water Release and Ice Release power Fujiwara Tetsuya displayed far exceeded the rumored level.
Had he improved again?
This guy was indeed a monster through and through!
"Why would a big shot… like you, target us?"
At this moment, Kameyama's tone was filled with bitterness… As for the pirate leader on the side, he regretted even more listening to Kameyama's persuasion and coming to the Land of Rivers sea area, driven by desire.
However, there was no such thing as turning back in this world.
"Does that matter?"
"Everyone, you should hurry… If you work together and fight with all your might, you might still have a chance."
Stroking kirimaru's chilling blade, Fujiwara Tetsuya smiled sinisterly… "Sir, although I don't know what price Tani Hidden Village and the Land of Rivers paid to invite you! We are all willing to exchange our lives for several times, or even all of our treasures…"
"As long as you are willing, we will immediately offer all our treasures and promise you that we will never set foot in the Land of Rivers sea area again in this life."
"Heh~ That stuff, if I kill you… it's mine anyway."
"At this point, don't hold onto any more lucky hopes."
"Konoha-Style Swordsmanship: Eighteen Empty Strikes!"
Since something was exposed, there was naturally no need to conceal it anymore.
With a sneer, Fujiwara Tetsuya went all out, terrifying sword light stirring up waves of sound, quickly rushing towards the gathered pirates and rogue Ninja.
"Damn it… You forced us to do this…"
"Mei Zhi Hang! Your reputation is great, but when I was a pirate, you were still in your mother's womb wearing diapers, Fūchōin… let's go together, kill him."
Fujiwara Tetsuya's aggressiveness gradually aroused the ruthlessness of the pirate leaders.
Facing the death-reeking sword light… a group of pirates with Ninja combat power, and over two hundred rogue Ninja, gritted their teeth and charged towards Fujiwara Tetsuya… In an instant, the fluctuations of Ninjutsu filled the entire cave, and between the lingering afterimages, crimson blood mist bloomed.
"However… just dance like this! Let me see the power of the pirates…"
"Lightning Release: Chidori Current!"
The raging lightning became even more violent under Fujiwara Tetsuya's increasingly frenzied state.
Streaks of erratic lightning, like a wandering sharp blade, claimed the lives of one pirate and rogue Ninja after another in the dense crowd.
"Earth Release: Hardening!"
"Fire Release: Soaring Blazing Stream!"
"Swift Release: Triple Speed!"
Clang~~~
Fūchōin, at his full power, became the first among them… to directly withstand Fujiwara Tetsuya's attack.
However, that was the extent of it.
As the speed boosted by Swift Release faded, Fujiwara Tetsuya's right wrist suddenly erupted with a powerful force, directly sending Fūchōin, man and sword, flying.
"Eight Gates: First Gate: Open!"
"Eight Gates: Third Gate: Open!"
..."Eight Gates… What is this?"
"This Chakra… is truly terrifying!"
Not far away, Kakuzu looked at Fujiwara Tetsuya, who was continuously bursting with power, his scalp tingling.
Because, even now… he couldn't figure out where Fujiwara Tetsuya's limit was… "Eight Gates! It's a forbidden Taijutsu that can unlock all the restrictions on one's own power, guiding that power to its limit."
"Tetsuya-kun once said that if one could unleash the full power of the Eight Gates, they would gain dozens of times the power of an ordinary Kage-level Ninja for a short period…"
"However, the user would also die from burning out all of their life force."
"Although the risk is great, as long as he doesn't easily touch the Seventh Gate and Eighth Gate… with Tetsuya-kun's current physical condition, there isn't much danger."
"Gulp~"
"Dozens of times the power of an ordinary Kage-level Ninja?"
"Does Konoha actually have Taijutsu of this level?"
As he whispered, Kakuzu's eyes gradually lit up.
An ordinary person's physique would struggle to withstand the backlash from the Eight Gates, but he was different… Combined with Earth Grudge Fear, he had transcended the scope of ordinary humans.
In Fujiwara Tetsuya's words, he was an alien!
Should he try it?
If it succeeded, it would definitely become his ultimate trump card.
As Kakuzu pondered, the battle ahead… also gradually came to an end.
Even though Kameyama, Tojo, Okamura, and others had their innate ruthlessness ignited by Fujiwara Tetsuya.
However, after personally experiencing that abyss-like despair, the fighting spirit that had emerged quickly faded.
This was the relationship between pirates… rogue Ninja, and true Ninja.
Even if they had once been official Ninja, had received orthodox Ninja training from a young age, and possessed an extraordinary strong will, still… years of wandering had long since worn away their firm will, turning them into a group of cowards who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
"It's over…"
"Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique!"
"Konoha-Style Swordsmanship: Iai… Slash!"
The moment the Three Tomoe appeared, Kameyama, Tojo, and Okamura were instantly pulled into a Genjutsu space… As the sword light swept across, large heads, carrying endless confusion, astonishment, and terror… soared into the sky, finally crashing powerlessly into the ice below.
Perhaps, until the moment of their death, Kameyama, Tojo, Okamura, and others were still wondering why… Fujiwara Tetsuya possessed the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan.
However, that kind of question was destined to remain unanswered.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing one Elite Jonin! Gained 460 Slaughter Points!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing one Jonin! Gained 249 Slaughter Points!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing one Elite Chunin! Gained 97 Slaughter Points!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing one Elite Jonin! Gained 444 Slaughter Points!"
...Drip, drip… In the chilling silence, the sound of dripping blood seemed to be the only melody.
"Cough~"
Under Fujiwara Tetsuya's gaze, a figure gradually stumbled out of the rolling corpses.
This person was Fūchōin, who had repeatedly used Swift Release to ambush and had been repeatedly pummeled by Fujiwara Tetsuya.
"Still able to stand, that's quite impressive… Your will alone is enough to make me take notice, Prince Fūchōin of the Lost Nation!"
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