After the Seven Swordsmen left, Black and White Zetsu emerged from a tree trunk not far away.
"You think those guys can kill Hanyu Simu?"
White Zetsu asked with some uncertainty.
If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have asked such a ridiculous question.
After all, how many people could match the strength of an entire country by themselves?
Not to mention, Kirigakure at this point in time wasn't yet ravaged by the Blood Mist policy, reduced to just a handful of ninja.
Because the Third Great Ninja War hadn't ended in defeat for them, Kirigakure had retained a strong fighting force.
Even the Seven Ninja Swordsmen were still intact and had not defected.
They also had the powerful Fourth Mizukage, Yagura, who controlled the Three Tails.
There were hundreds of Jōnin, and in the shadows of the village, there was the mysterious Elder Genji (presumably "Yuanshi").
Kirigakure's strength was truly worthy of being one of the Five Great Nations.
And yet, White Zetsu still questioned their chances.
That alone showed how much Simu's previous battle had shaken him.
Black Zetsu responded coldly,
"Don't worry. Even if those pieces of trash can't take care of Hanyu Simu, Lord Madara will."
"What? Master Madara is going to step in?"
White Zetsu muttered, "But... isn't he on the verge of death? Are you sure he can still make a move?"
Hearing that, Black Zetsu gave him a hard glare.
Madara was the key to his entire plan to revive his mother.
He snapped back coldly,
"Stop talking nonsense. Focus on restoring your pupil power. If we can control another Tailed Beast, we'll relieve some of the pressure."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
White Zetsu replied irritably.
As a special White Zetsu clone, his main function was to supply Sharingan with pupil power.
In order to control Yagura and the Three Tails earlier, he had completely depleted the chakra reserves implanted by Uchiha Madara.
To activate the genjutsu again, he needed time to recover.
Meanwhile, the battle in the distance grew fiercer.
Aoya, the current Mizukage, proved himself worthy of his position—even Black Zetsu was surprised by his strength.
Although he wasn't as fast as Simu, he was able to stall Simu's advance using highly refined Water Style ninjutsu.
At the same time, Aoya was growing more fearful of Simu's terrifying power.
"As expected of the monster known as the next-generation God of Shinobi…"
Aoya looked at Simu with a mix of fear and awe.
He never imagined he would face such a powerful enemy in his lifetime.
Even though he seemed to be holding his own…
It was only because he was consuming vast amounts of chakra to do so.
If this continued, he might not even last another half hour.
"The God of Shinobi? I don't care about titles like that."
Simu said flatly, showing no interest in the compliment.
He spread his arms wide, and faint ripples began to distort the air behind him.
Thousands of terrifying weapons made of pure light slowly emerged from the void.
A chilling killing intent radiated from them—each one locked onto Aoya with deadly precision.
Aoya's heart trembled. Without hesitation, he formed a hand seal and shouted:
"Water Style: Water Barrier!"
A massive torrent of water surged from the heavens, forming a wall between him and Simu.
Simu raised a single hand and calmly declared:
"The King's Treasure!"
Behind him, the golden weapons streaked down like divine judgment.
Like countless bolts of lightning, they rained down furiously.
Even the thick wall of water summoned by the Mizukage couldn't withstand the onslaught of the shining blades.
But Yagura, who was watching nearby, knew from the start that Water Barrier alone could never block such a terrifying technique.
The moment Simu launched his attack, water surged and he vanished from sight.
What had been chopped up by Simu was nothing more than an insignificant clone.
"It's here."
Thanks to his powerful Observation Haki, the blindfold had no effect on him at all.
In just a second, he pinpointed the location where Cang Ya had appeared.
Then he waved the eight fists in his hands.
"Overlord!"
A huge shockwave tore apart the water's surface.
Cang Ya, hiding within it, had no choice but to summon more water to evade the attack.
The shockwave continued penetrating through the water, heavily bombarding the lake's bottom.
The entire lake shook violently once more.
Simu slowly raised his eyes, looking toward the forest.
A dense aura surged rapidly from the depths of the woods.
"Are those the legendary Seven Swordsmen?"
Simu murmured.
Not only the Seven Swordsmen, but also all the Jōnin of Chongyin Village were rushing to the battlefield.
Though they lacked Simu's extraordinary perception, one thing was clear from the expression on his face:
Reinforcements had arrived.
Just as Cang Ya let out a sigh of relief,
Simu stomped on the lake's surface with both feet.
The enormous force shattered the water.
A deep crater appeared on the lake's surface, and Simu was propelled straight into the sky.
His trajectory was toward Kirigakure.
Aoya's complexion changed drastically.
Although under Madara's illusion,
Madara had subtly altered some of Aoya's thoughts—
implanting the idea that Hanyu Simu was the greatest threat.
Yet this did not shake Aoya's love for Kirigakure.
This mental interference made Aoya believe with confidence that his actions were completely justified.
So Aoya was anxious.
He didn't want the village to suffer too much for this incident.
But Simu would not heed Aoya's thoughts.
Since Aoya had made a move against him, Simu planned to seize this opportunity to severely weaken the Water Kingdom's Emperor.
With this in mind,
cyan-blue dragon scales began to emerge from Simu's skin.
His body rapidly swelled, resembling a colossal figure towering above the sky.
The terrifying Conqueror's Haki materialized, dark red thunder rolling continuously across his form.
Simu gripped the eight fists in both hands, his body crackling with thunder.
His feet crushed the air fiercely.
"Successful III‧Yin Naraku!"
With a terrible sonic boom, all the Mist Shinobi who had come to support looked up in amazement.
A look of disbelief flashed in Loquat Ten Zang's eyes.
He saw an immense pillar of thunder descending from the sky with terrifying majesty.
He roared hoarsely:
"Get out of the way!"
As experienced ninjas, the Seven Swordsmen reacted immediately to the warning.
But the ordinary ninjas were less fortunate.
The terrible thunder vented the wrath of the gods.
Beneath the pillar, even hard, thick earth was pierced!
An unimaginable massive crater was gouged into the ground, and countless rocks and dust swirled into a terrifying sandstorm that swept in all directions.
The battlefield's breath seemed to stop for hundreds of meters.
Amid the smoke and dust, Loquat Shizang stared at the giant crater.
"Damn it, one strike created such overwhelming force…"
Even Loquat Shizang, who had been on countless battlefields over the last decade, had never witnessed such power.
"Competing in strength? Sharkis and I have never lost at that!"
Xiguashan Puffer Ghost hefted the massive Samehada and charged toward the battlefield.
Loquat Shizang could do nothing to stop him.
Soon, a figure several times larger than the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost emerged from the smoke and dust.
Even Loquat Shizang was momentarily frozen.
Honestly,
Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost was already the burliest warrior in the entire Water Kingdom.
Yet the enemy before him was even more terrifying.
"Hmm?"
Simu's golden pupils shone through the smoke.
The Xiguashan Puffer Ghost hesitated after seeing Simu's dragon scales, horns, and thick tail.
No matter how you looked at it, this being was no ordinary human.
Seeing this, Loquat Shizang dared not neglect the threat.
"Everyone, attack together!"
He immediately realized that the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost alone was no match for this foe.
But united, they might stand a chance.
Upon hearing this, the remaining five ninjas acted quickly.
Thin, almost invisible threads wrapped around Simu's arm.
These fine lines were exceptionally sharp and tough.
Ordinary ninjas, even armored, would be cut by these threads.
But Simu's body was tougher than steel.
Under the protection of his Armament Haki level 3.1, the threads only scraped against his scales, making harsh creaking sounds without breaking through.
Li Shouchuanwan's face turned ugly beneath his strange mask.
An incredulous voice came from him.
"How can this be…?"
The other ninjas also showed disbelief.
They had fought together for years, and their enemies always avoided getting cut by their "long knife and sewing needle" technique.
But this guy actually tanked it—
using his own body as a shield?
This was outrageous!
Even with this surprise, as elite ninjas, they still had much to do.
The black-hooded Lei Ya wielded a long, hooked knife and slashed fiercely at the thin threads in the air.
"Lightning Style: Lightning Strike!"
Dazzling lightning quickly spread along the threads to Simu's body.
In an instant, his body was covered in lightning.
This was a coordinated attack developed through years of cooperation.
No matter how exaggerated Simu's physique was, he would die under this combined assault!
Seeing this, the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost jumped high.
His muscles bulged as he waved his bandage-wrapped shark-like arms and slashed at Simu with full force!
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