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Chapter 172: Pride and Prejudice
Deep in the shadows of the tree canopy, two faces, half black and half white, slowly emerged from the trunk.
White Zetsu's single orange eye stared roundly, his mouth gaping into an exaggerated "O" shape, staring at the ruins below that had been completely plowed flat by the terrifying fist wind.
There's another expert?!
"Hey, hey, hey... Black Zetsu, this isn't right, is it?"
White Zetsu's voice was high-pitched and frivolous, carrying a tone of surprise from someone who enjoyed watching the chaos.
"That Uchiha kid is already abnormal enough, but how is this dark-skinned kid from Kumo even more ridiculous?"
"What was that punch just now? What is with this kid?"
"Can human bones really withstand that kind of reaction force? If he accidentally hits poop, will the poop be vibrated into atoms?"
Black Zetsu ignored White Zetsu's trash talk.
His gloomy yellow pupil stared fixedly at Garp, who was shaking his wrist. A stormy sea was already raging in his heart.
He had lived for thousands of years.
Since the era of Indra and Asura, he had been hiding in the dark, manipulating the historical direction of the ninja world.
But that scene just now still exceeded the scope of his cognition.
That Tsubasa Uchiha, controlling chakra on that scale without even awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan, was already an anomaly worth noting.
But this dark-skinned boy from Kumogakure surprised him even more.
"No Senjutsu chakra, no Kekkei Genkai."
"Pure... Taijutsu."
This was irrational.
It was fortunate he hadn't yet witnessed the man who nearly kicked the story to its finale.; otherwise, he wouldn't be this surprised.
Mainly, this kid seemed too young to him.
Whether it was him or that Uchiha.
He had only seen two such monsters in a thousand years—Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju—and now two more had appeared.
Uncontrollable chess pieces should be thoroughly eliminated.
...
Center of the battlefield.
The dust gradually settled.
Veins popped on A's forehead, lightning crackling all over his body as he roared at Garp:
"Bastard Raito! What did you mean by that?!"
"Did you think I couldn't beat that guy? I was just careless just now."
Garp completely ignored A's anger. He even picked his nose right in front of him and flicked it.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but now that bastard's target is me. You guys get lost."
"You—!!"
A was so angry he nearly choked, his fists clenching with a cracking sound.
"Big Brother! Calm down! Fool! Bastard!"
Just as A was preparing to forcibly drag Garp to retreat with them.
Whoosh!
A black shadow arrived instantaneously, accompanied by lightning.
A Kumogakure Anbu half-knelt in front of A. His mask was half-shattered, and he was covered in blood, evidently having broken out of an encirclement near death.
"Lord A! Urgent military intelligence!"
The Anbu's voice was hoarse and anxious, carrying a tremor of despair.
"Lord Third Raikage has encountered the main force of Iwagakure in an ambush at Black Rock Valley!"
"That old fox Onoki... he mobilized almost all of Iwagakure's combat power, a full ten thousand ninja!"
"The Raikage is currently fighting ten thousand Iwa ninja alone to buy time for the main force to retreat!"
Boom!
This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly causing A's mind to go blank.
"The old man... is surrounded?!"
The Lightning Release chakra on A's body instantly went berserk, shattering the rocks beneath his feet.
"Ten thousand people... Has Iwagakure gone mad?!"
Even if the Third Raikage possessed a physique comparable to a Tailed Beast, facing a wheel battle of ten thousand ninja, there would come a moment when his chakra ran dry.
"We must go support him!"
A turned his head sharply, looking at the black haired Uchiha standing on the treetop with a mocking expression, and then at the nonchalant Garp beside him.
If they didn't deal with this Uchiha monster before them, they couldn't rush to Black Rock Valley at full speed.
But if they stayed here to tangle with him, the old man might...
A dilemma.
The rationality of a commander and the emotions of a son tore frantically at A's nerves in this moment.
"Hey, A."
Garp suddenly spoke, his voice surprisingly devoid of that punchable sarcasm.
He stood with his back to A, his gaze locked tightly on the Golden Lion opposite him, and cracked his neck.
"Didn't you hear? Your old man is about to be beaten to death."
"Leave this place to this old man."
A froze.
"I can't do something like abandoning a comrade," A said through gritted teeth.
Garp looked like he had heard the world's biggest joke. He grinned, revealing those trademark pearly whites.
"Bwahahahaha!!"
"In this world, the person who can kill me hasn't been born yet!"
"Hurry up and roll out of here to save your old dad. Don't get in the way here and delay this old man from enjoying the fun of battle!"
Garp stomped his foot, and the ground collapsed with a boom.
A violent aura erupted from his body, forcefully pushing back the killing intent radiating from the Golden Lion opposite him.
A stared at Garp deathly hard for three seconds.
Then, he turned abruptly and grabbed Killer B.
"Raito! Stay alive for me!"
After speaking, without any hesitation, the lightning on A's body surged, transforming into a blue flash as he charged madly in the direction of Black Rock Valley.
If the old man died, he would be the future Raikage.
He had to make a choice.
"B! Hold on tight! We're going to save the old man!"
"Yo! Big Brother! Too fast! The wound split open! Yeah!"
The figures of the two instantly vanished into the rain curtain.
In the vast forest ruins, only two people remained.
The Golden Lion did not stop A and Killer B from leaving.
Or rather, he had no interest in such defeated dogs.
He stood on the high treetop, looking down at Garp from above. His scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan turned slowly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up into a cruel and excited arc.
"Jihahahaha..."
"Chased away the annoying bugs?"
"Garp, you are as arrogant as ever."
"However, before these eyes, all your attacks have nowhere to hide."
"Hmph."
Garp snorted coldly, rolling his wrist with a crisp bone-popping sound.
"Shiki, you bastard, you talk even more nonsense than before."
Rainwater slid down Golden Lion Shiki's wild blond hair, dripping into his scarlet Sharingan, yet failing to provoke even a ripple of a blink.
He stood high above, toes lightly touching the teetering treetop, with the sky full of suspended rubble behind him, like a deity controlling all creation.
"Garp, you are too arrogant."
Shiki's voice sounded somewhat distorted in the rain, carrying a morbid excitement.
"These eyes! This is the blood of a god! Able to see through all movements, copy all ninjutsu, and even..."
The red light in Shiki's eyes surged, and the three tomoe spun madly.
"Unlock legendary power."
"The current you has no chance of winning against me."
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