If you stuck a brown monkey tail on him, dyed his hair golden, and put him in a gi embroidered with the character for "Turtle," then right now, with his aura exploding, Might Guy would look exactly like a Super Saiyan. Maybe he could even pass as one of the Saiyan race.
And the Saiyans, after all, are supposed to be the strongest warrior race in the universe.
It's just a pity that in the world of Naruto, there are only shinobi. Even the Ōtsutsuki clan, extraterrestrial as they are, don't quite reach the absurd heights of the Saiyans.
Without relying on anyone, without any kekkei genkai, just by training in taijutsu day after day, mastering the Eight Gates to perfection, Might Guy had essentially become the Saiyan who had wandered into the shinobi world.
Absolutely outrageous.
Just like a Saiyan, he crosses his arms, lets out a roar, and his aura explodes, his power skyrocketing in an instant.
Aoyama's expression was grim. He wasn't sure if he should open the Sixth Gate. His body wasn't as monstrous as Guy's, and opening the sixth would exact a heavy price. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to maintain it as long as Guy could. Chances were he would collapse from the backlash before Guy even beat him.
He was caught in a dilemma—whether to risk opening the sixth or not. While he hesitated, Might Guy had already charged forward. As his fist cut through the air, friction sparked flames, which ignited into real fire.
Aoyama couldn't help but think Guy must have eaten the Gum-Gum Fruit; otherwise, how else could he copy Luffy's Fire Fist attack?
"AOYAMA! Take my strike head-on!"
Guy came on like a raging tiger, his blazing fist hotter than most Fire Release techniques.
Flame was magical damage. The fist was raw physical power. Together, the two weren't just added—they multiplied.
Gritting his teeth, Aoyama decided—even in the Fifth Gate, he should at least have the strength to clash with Guy in the Sixth. Even if he couldn't win, he had to at least measure the gap between them.
"Fine then!"
He roared, pouring every ounce of strength into his body. Meeting Guy's fiery punch head-on, he brought his elbow up in a brutal strike. Taijutsu wasn't limited to fists—every part of the body was a weapon.
And elbow strikes, in fact, pack even more explosive power than punches. In Bajiquan, there's a technique called the "Crown Elbow"—a close-range strike that can kill an unprepared opponent instantly.
BOOM!
The ground cracked and splintered like a spiderweb, spreading more than ten meters out from their clash. A gale-force shockwave blasted outwards, bending trees like blades of grass.
Aoyama's expression twisted. With a roar, he shifted his weight, his elbow morphing seamlessly into a fist mid-strike. He had changed techniques on the fly.
This was martial wisdom born of his past life's study—striking not just as a shinobi, but with the philosophy of traditional martial arts. If the elbow didn't break through, you changed to the fist. The strike shifted from thrusting to smashing.
The fist was a hammer, crashing down with mountain-shattering force. The fist was a cannon, charging straight ahead without reason, without hesitation.
Relentless blows hammered forward, forcing Guy to retreat step by step. But even so, with only the Fifth Gate open, trying to overcome Guy in the Sixth was wishful thinking. His fists landed, yes, but the effect was minimal.
Guy's face was twisted and terrifying, veins bulging like writhing centipedes. He looked even more demonic than a ghost, making him all the more terrifying in combat.
Less than a minute later, the result was clear: Aoyama had lost. His aggressive assault couldn't overcome the power gap.
But even as Aoyama collapsed, unable to continue, Guy didn't finish him off. Instead, he spun and rushed toward the direction of Yamanaka Haiichi's earlier scream.
Haiichi was cornered by Kakuzu, with nowhere left to flee. The four masked beasts circled him, each unleashing Water, Fire, Wind, and Lightning Ninjutsu in turn, draining every last drop of his chakra.
His offensive power was gone, but he still had a few life-saving techniques left. Still, with his back literally against the wall, it looked like there was no hope left. Gripping his kunai tightly, he resolved to die on his feet.
Kakuzu advanced slowly, glancing up at the sky to check the time. He felt no rush. Kill Haiichi, collect the bounty, and he'd still have time to count his money before the underground exchange closed.
But then—an aura so fierce it froze him. The sensation of a tiger's roar behind him, when he was the lamb drinking at the stream.
"Who's there?"
Kakuzu spun around—and saw Guy's monstrous visage, right before a massive fist filled his vision and slammed into his face.
CRASH!
Kakuzu was sent flying. Guy didn't waste time with words. He kicked up a slicing gale, scattering one of the masked beasts, then raised his fist, mimicking Aoyama's "Meteor Fist" technique to test its effect.
First out, flames followed.
Each punch flared like a meteor streaking across the sky.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The effect was close—though not as polished as Aoyama's original Meteor Fist. Still, for a first attempt, the destructive power was incredible.
The masked beasts didn't stand a chance. Their fragile bodies were shattered beneath the flaming meteor punches, masks breaking apart as their lives ended in an instant.
Kakuzu climbed back up, his face dark. Seeing his precious masks destroyed, he only grunted before turning and fleeing toward the underground exchange.
Hopefully, it was still open. He'd take shelter there if nothing else.
Haiichi gasped in relief. "Guy… thank you, I—"
"Yo! Don't worry about it! I've got other enemies to deal with!"
Whoosh.
Before Haiichi could finish, Guy vanished, faster even than the Body Flicker Technique.
Meanwhile, Nara Shikaku was barely hanging on. His kunai had already been shredded by Godzilla's claws, and with no powerful ninjutsu left, he could do nothing but dodge and run.
Then, in a flash, Guy appeared. One brutal kick sent Godzilla flying. In the next instant, Guy blurred to his landing point and stomped the beast's face straight into the dirt.
Shikaku's jaw nearly hit the ground. That monster, stronger than most elite jōnin, had been sent flying with one kick, then crushed underfoot in an instant.
Far away, Kakashi was in worse shape—wounded and completely out of chakra, barely evading King Kong's blows. His "Copy Ninja" reputation was seconds from being shattered.
But Guy gritted his teeth, dragging his battered body onward. And once again, he played out the same routine: one mighty kick to send King Kong flying, then appearing at his landing spot to stomp his face into the earth.