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Chapter 151: Ice Moon and Fireball
Feitan wanted to pull away, but he quickly realized that his proud speed didn't give him any advantage over Ronin. He knew that Ronin possessed a state that allowed him to enter an electrified mode, and it was only under those conditions that Ronin's true, explosive speed was fully unleashed. Yet even now, Feitan's attacks couldn't make Ronin feel the slightest bit of pressure.
Ronin was undoubtedly using Feitan as a testing stone. In his current state, combined with the tracking capabilities of the Sharingan, he could easily keep up with Feitan's speed and completely suppress him in close-quarters combat. But that wasn't the main point. The real focus was what would happen once Feitan was severely injured.
Speed tested. Next, let's test his strength!
With that thought in mind, Ronin threw another punch. This time, he didn't try to bypass Feitan's guard; instead, he aimed directly for his blocking arm.
Crack.
The sickening sound of fracturing bone echoed through the forest. The combination of [Big Bang Impact] and [Cherry Blossom Impact] was as devastating as ever. Feitan's body was sent flying backward in an instant.
However, Ronin had no intention of stopping there. He stepped forward, his figure vanishing into thin air. When he reappeared, he was directly above Feitan.
Trying his best to avoid eye contact with his opponent, Feitan watched as Ronin's massive fist plummeted toward him from above. Shocked, he made a split-second decision to abandon a portion of his defense, concentrating the bulk of his Nen into the rapier in his hand. With a sudden burst of power, he thrust the thin blade upward, aiming straight for Ronin's heart.
Judging by his stance, he was fully prepared for a mutual kill.
Unfortunately for him, Ronin wasn't going to give him that chance. [Ama-no-Tokotachi] activated instantly. The arm Feitan thrust forward froze in mid-air, and his backward-flying body abruptly tensed and halted. The sudden inertia made Feitan feel violently sick, but more importantly, because his arm was locked in stasis, his lethal thrust narrowly missed Ronin's body entirely.
On the other hand, Ronin's descending fist smashed heavily onto him, as if the trajectory had been perfectly calculated beforehand.
Boom!
Amidst the explosive impact, Feitan's body was driven deep into the ground. As dirt and debris shot into the air, Ronin landed gracefully just outside the cloud of dust. He took a deep breath, his hands forming hand seals for the very first time. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth, and a torrent of scorching fire erupted from his chakra-filled lungs.
[Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Fire]
He no longer needed to restrict the blast radius. Even with a single-seal execution, the sheer power of the jutsu allowed the flames to instantly engulf an area of a hundred meters!
Through the scarlet glow of the Sharingan, Ronin could see a figure wrapped in Nen slowly walking out from within the fiery inferno. It was Feitan, the man he had just hammered into the earth.
Did that punch not injure him enough? Or did his severe injuries directly trigger his Nen ability... Pain Packer, was it?
Ronin speculated silently. Seeing his opponent emerge from the flames made him curious if Feitan would unleash that miniature, scorching sun, just like in the original story. But if Feitan thought he could burn him to death with fire, Ronin could only say he was dead wrong.
"Damn it, push your luck don't!"
Inverted, garbled words spilled from Feitan's mouth. This was the sign that his Nen ability had been triggered. Anger, injury, and inverted speech—these three conditions were Feitan's restrictions. The immense power gained from this Vow and Limitation was the very reason he felt confident that he would never lose a one-on-one fight.
"Then it about what?" Ronin replied, mimicking Feitan's twisted speech pattern perfectly.
He used his actions to demonstrate his utter contempt for the Phantom Troupe member.
The boiling rage became the key to triggering the restriction, providing an even greater boost than the injuries themselves. Emerging from the flames, Feitan was clad in a gothic-style protective suit. The attire, primarily white with red and black accents, enveloped him entirely. A massive aura radiated from the suit—a sickly, ominous green Nen that made anyone who looked at it feel profoundly uncomfortable.
The only part of the suit left exposed were his eyes. The usually narrowed slits were now wide open, and though they weren't large, they emanated an absolute, freezing hostility.
"Suffer you make will I, it damn!"
The agonizingly distorted words tore from Feitan's throat. But what caught Ronin's attention the most was that the red, white, and black suit was undergoing subtle changes in sync with Feitan's voice. The fiery red quietly shifted into a frigid, icy blue.
A massive amount of Nen began to gather in front of Feitan, rapidly compressed into an aura sphere the size of an egg. The sphere bloomed with a blinding light, the result of pushing his aura compression to its absolute limits.
No more words were spoken. In that moment, the look in Feitan's eyes contained nothing but cold, murderous intent.
The Nen bullet soared into the air.
Transform into ultimate frost. You who are guilty beyond forgiveness, be sealed in extreme cold—Ice Moon.
Boom!
The compressed aura bullet detonated in the sky, instantly taking the shape of a bright, flawless blue moon. The moment it bloomed, an extreme, biting cold expanded into every inch of the surrounding area.
Frost rapidly crept up the remaining trees, and sharp icicles formed across the scorched earth. Even Ronin's breath instantly crystallized into white vapor before his face. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, followed quickly by the biting sensation of cold against his skin.
The temperature seemed to plummet to negative fifty degrees Celsius in an instant, and it was still dropping!
Ronin inhaled deeply, churning the chakra in his mouth while his hands blurred through a rapid sequence of seals, converting it all into fire-natured chakra. By the time he completed forty-four hand seals in less than four seconds, bright red patches had already begun to form across his skin under the extreme cold.
It was the first stage of severe frostbite. Next, the flesh would turn pale, and once it reached that point, necrosis would set in, requiring amputation to save a life.
But as Ronin threw his head back, a searing breath of chakra erupted upward, instantly forming a colossal sphere of fire!
[Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Fire]
An advanced B-rank jutsu that was originally meant to be fired at the ground, it was now inverted by Ronin and launched directly at the Ice Moon in the sky. The flames surged upward like a meteor. Even as the Ice Moon continuously radiated its extreme low temperatures, it couldn't freeze the massive fireball before it struck.
The principles behind [Majestic Destroyer Fire] were almost identical to Feitan's [Ice Moon]. Both involved compressing energy to the extreme; Feitan simply compressed his further, whereas the fire jutsu didn't require that level of density to be effective.
When the massive fireball collided with the Ice Moon in the sky, the compressed chakra within detonated. A vast sea of fire instantly erupted, centering around the blue moon.
As the flames rained down from the sky like blinding phoenix flowers, the ambient temperature plummeted back to normal. Driven by the sudden warmth, Ronin's figure blurred, instantly closing the distance to Feitan!
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