The cavalry spin was indeed powerful. The troublesome part was that after a single strike, the summoned beast had to be dispersed, then resummoned again when needed.
Otherwise, with the shockwaves from the fighting and slaughter of the group in front of them, even a casual blow would tear the summoned horse apart.
BOOM!
The smoke and dust dispersed.
The horse did not appear.
Ryosuke sensed a faint spatial fluctuation and looked toward the southwest, meeting the gaze of Yakushi Kabuto, who was hiding behind a sand dune several kilometers away. Kabuto hurriedly pulled his head back.
In the Evil God White Snake's original plan, Yakushi Kabuto, who had transplanted the Kamui Sharingan, was supposed to keep watch on summoning techniques and spatial transfers, intercepting Isshiki's head midway.
Now, instead, he had intercepted Ryosuke's summoning technique.
"Hahahaha!!!!"
Isshiki burst into wild laughter.
Ryosuke had gone to great lengths to summon a horse, Isshiki had already seen through the problem long ago.
"Without a horse, you can't use that bizarre iron ball. Losing your strongest spear means half your power is gone! Ryosuke, your death is at hand!"
Otsutsuki Isshiki had always maintained a cold, rational, and composed persona.
For him to laugh so wildly and unrestrained like this showed just how enormous the psychological pressure he had endured before must have been.
Suddenly, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Clop! Clop! Clop!
The sound of hooves appeared once again.
Using ripple resonance, Ryosuke summoned a dazzling crystal horse from the crystallized desert.
In his left hand was the spinning iron ball. In his right hand, he held the Ruin Greatsword. The blade gleamed with golden light, tugging at space bit by bit, charging up a spatial slingshot.
C-Moon and Star Platinum stood behind Ryosuke.
As before, Star Platinum acted as the aiming scope, while C-Moon extended a finger, using a gravity field to lock onto Isshiki, leaving him no chance to escape.
Already heavily injured and not yet recovered, Isshiki was firmly pinned in place. He stared at Ryosuke.
"You're just putting on a show!"
"Don't think I can't tell, your bizarre spin needs an external force."
"The horse you condensed yourself is, in the end, completely under your control."
"If that works, why even sit on a horse? Just run yourself and rely on the power fed back from the ground, wouldn't that be enough… Momoshiki, how long the hell are you planning to keep watching?!"
Isshiki used words to disrupt Ryosuke's rhythm, while at the same time leaking information to Momoshiki and Kinshiki, waiting for them to act. Yet those two "compatriots" were just standing in the sky, showing not the slightest intention of helping.
Momoshiki snorted with a laugh.
He didn't believe a lowly human could kill Isshiki. He just wanted to see Isshiki embarrass himself. "Isshiki, just beg me, and I'll help you."
"Beg your mom!"
At a time like this.
That idiot Momoshiki didn't understand the situation at all, nor what level of enemy stood before them.
With no time to keep asking for help, Isshiki clenched his fists. He ignored Ryosuke's spinning attack, thinking it was a feint, and focused all his attention on the Ruin Greatsword that was charging up and pulling at space.
At that moment, the iron ball shot out.
Isshiki activated Sukunahikona, intending to shrink the iron ball.
But… it was useless.
This wasn't a feint.
This was the cavalry spin.
"How is this possible?!"
Otsutsuki Isshiki couldn't understand it.
Had Ryosuke been disguising himself all along?
Was it all just for this moment, to catch him off guard?
But… was that really necessary?
If Ryosuke could fire off a cavalry spin at any time without riding a horse, Isshiki might have already been beaten to death before Kinshiki and Momoshiki even arrived.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glint of reflected sunlight.
It was a disc.
On the disc was written a command, [Run like a horse]
Isshiki had long coveted Ryosuke's body. He had conducted a comprehensive investigation and evaluation of Ryosuke, naturally knowing about the discs, the commands, and how Ryosuke gained control over the power of the earth after killing the White Snake Sage.
Seeing the disc, Isshiki suddenly understood.
Inorganic Reincarnation had given this horse a certain degree of vitality, while the memory disc had given it a degree of autonomous consciousness.
The combination of the two satisfied the basic conditions for the cavalry spin.
With Momoshiki refusing to act, Isshiki could only save himself.
He raised his hand and released dozens of chakra black rods to block the cavalry spin's shot.
BOOM!
The iron ball slammed into the black rods, producing a dull impact sound. Shockwaves spread outward, blasting away countless grains of crystallized sand and dust.
"Blocked… blocked it?!"
A smile had just appeared at the corner of Isshiki's mouth, when the chakra black rods began to fold at an extremely terrifying speed.
Once, twice, three times… twenty-two times.
A slender black rod, under repeated folding, became an extremely tiny point.
Others couldn't see it.
But Otsutsuki Isshiki, whose ability was to manipulate objects by shrinking them, saw it clearly. And more than anyone, he understood exactly what Ryosuke was doing, "Ryosuke, you're insane! Are you trying to destroy this planet?!"
Ryosuke silently looked at Isshiki, his gaze seeming to say,
"What will be destroyed is only you."
Thirty-three folds.
The black rod became a pitch-black "point."
At that instant, the world froze.
It exceeded its own Schwarzschild radius limit and collapsed inward, forming an extremely tiny… Black hole.
Due to Hawking radiation, combined with the effects of infinite rotation, in at most a fraction of a second the black hole would continue folding and collapsing, disappearing completely, rather than annihilating or exploding like a conventional black hole.
But Isshiki had already been captured by it.
The immensely powerful physical body of the Otsutsuki clan, under gravity, was sliced thin like Lanzhou hand-pulled beef noodles. Even more terrifying was that he was firmly fixed in place, unable to move even a finger.
He could only watch helplessly as Ryosuke rode toward him, the Ruin Greatsword swinging down toward his neck!
Clang!
The spatial slingshot collided with Kinshiki's crimson battle axe.
Kinshiki had made his move.
Momoshiki was stupid, but he wasn't.
Kinshiki had seen Ryosuke's control over "force." With that one strike, Isshiki really would have died.
The Otsutsuki clan might compete with each other and see one another as idiots, but to stand by and watch a lowly creature kill one of their own…
Kinshiki couldn't do it.
Ryosuke's attack was fully charged. Kinshiki's was a rushed rescue. The latter was immediately blasted away.
But in just that brief delay, the black hole was about to fold again, reaching the verge of disappearance.
Isshiki was about to break free.
Seeing this, he finally let out a breath of relief.
Then suddenly, his breathing stopped.
Star Platinum grabbed Isshiki by the neck.
One leg lifted high, like throwing a baseball, "ORA!!!"
It hurled Isshiki straight into the black hole.
Ryosuke glanced at him and mouthed a single word, "Goodbye."
The next moment, the black hole vanished.
No explosion. No shockwave. Only the iron ball, now no longer spinning, gently fell onto the crystallized sand, making a crisp click.
Silence echoed across the battlefield.
At that moment, whether it was those present on the field, or the companions in the sky fortress above who were observing the battlefield through telescopes, all fell into deep silence.
This was Cavalry Spin: Infinite Folding.
Against monsters like the Otsutsuki or Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, creatures with terrifying physical strength that could forcibly break free from spatial folding, it might not achieve an instant kill.
But when used on something like this, with no ability to struggle, it was an artificial black hole generator.
And because of its continued folding and natural annihilation, there was no need to worry about a global crisis caused by a black hole explosion.
Obito pressed his dry lips together.
Momoshiki restrained his arrogance and slowly furrowed his brows.
As for Kinshiki… having taken a spatial slingshot head-on, his hands were trembling slightly.
Far away, Yakushi Kabuto, crouching behind a sand dune, suddenly had a thought, "Maybe… Lord Orochimaru shouldn't be revived after all? Dying with the memory of 'I am strong' doesn't seem so bad. It's better than being resurrected and then…"
"…watching a group of monsters slaughter and fight, only to realize that all your cultivation was meaningless."
Now, Snake Sage Yakushi Kabuto had clearly gone far ahead of Orochimaru, becoming an unattainable goal for him. And yet even someone like Kabuto, let alone joining the battle, was about to lose even the qualification to observe it.
Thinking this, he quietly shuffled a bit farther back.
"Kabuto! Can you hear me?!"
The White Snake Sage's roar rang out in his mind, accompanied by endless sounds of artillery fire.
"I need support!"
"Send all the Edo Tensei over to me! Immediately!"
"Especially..."
"Uchiha Madara!"