Chapter 141: Menma Vs Hiruko
Standing at the top of a big tree, Menma’s black short hair was slightly tousled by the wind, the hem of his robe flapping loudly, and the cape behind him emblazoned with the Nine-Face Sūvarṇa pattern fluttering in the wind.
He closed his eyes, his vast sensory power spreading like an invisible tide, surging from him as the center across the vast forest, trickling streams, and human towns.
Kagura Shingan operating at full power, the world faded from form in his consciousness, leaving only countless bright and dark flickering chakra light points.
He was searching, precisely filtering and capturing that familiar chakra mark amid countless miscellaneous traces, the Stone Village Explosion Release ninja, Hunting.
Found it!
Finally, Menma’s Kagura Shingan tracked to a rugged area of strange rocks, as if covered in deathly silence mountainous area.
Hunting’s chakra was as weak as a candle in the wind.
Menma’s lips curved into a slight arc, his figure suddenly blurring, turning into a shadow hard for the naked eye to catch, speeding toward the direction locked by his senses.
On the other side, Bishamon was in a good mood.
He rode on the back of the chimera, carrying the unconscious Hunting, quickly advancing along a mountain path covered by a huge shadow.
The Explosion Release bloodline limit on Hunting’s body was like sweet bait, tempting the greedy craving of the Kibaku Nendo in his body.
Soon, this power would become part of him, adding another cornerstone to his ladder toward the “perfect immortal ninja”!
When turning past a rock pillar shaped like a giant beast’s fang, the chimera he sat on suddenly stopped.
On a strange rock ahead, a figure stood abruptly.
The black robe billowed in the rising wind, the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask covering most of his face, revealing only black short hair.
The man just stood there quietly, as if existing on that rock since ancient times, silent, yet carrying an oppressive sense that froze the air, precisely blocking Bishamon’s path forward.
Bishamon’s heart jolted, a chill crawling up his spine.
Vigilance instantly replaced the earlier ease as he sized up this uninvited guest.
That signature black robe, and that white three-eyed fox mask…
A name that had stirred up bloody storms in the ninja world in the past two years flashed through his mind.
“Shura?” Bishamon’s voice was dry, his red pupils contracting slightly, with a trace of imperceptible tension.
Though he had been researching Kibaku Nendo at the base, it didn’t mean he knew nothing of the outside world.
Shura’s attacks on Konoha and Cloud Village, even bountied at seventy million silver taels by Cloud Village, were the biggest news in the ninja world in recent years!
Bishamon’s brain raced, trying to analyze why this scourge appeared near his base.
The opponent could enter and exit the two ninja villages as if unmanned, showing great strength, while his Kibaku Nendo was not yet perfected, having only absorbed Storm Release and Dark Release—if they fought…
And opposite, Menma’s gaze was substantial, piercing through the mask, falling on Bishamon’s boyish face.
He didn’t answer Bishamon’s question, merely stating the fact in a flat, emotionless tone, clearly voicing his purpose:
“I’m very interested in your ‘Kibaku Nendo’ that can fuse bloodline limits.”
Shura’s voice wasn’t loud, yet carried an indisputable weight, clearly striking Bishamon’s eardrums.
Bishamon’s pupils suddenly contracted to pinprick size!
An icy fear and rage instantly seized him.
Kibaku Nendo!
This was his greatest secret, the core of his ambition for the “perfect immortal ninja”!
How did Shura know?!
“What did you say? I don’t understand!” Bishamon almost screamed, trying to deny, but the panic in his voice completely betrayed him.
A massive sense of crisis gripped his heart like an icy iron hand.
Without any hesitation, survival instinct overwhelmed everything!
“Tear him apart!” Bishamon roared shrilly, his body carrying Hunting rapidly leaping backward, with no intention of stopping.
Shura’s notoriety and mystery made the Bishamon, who hadn’t fused multiple bloodline limits, extremely cautious!
“Roar—!”
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the chimera’s massive body wrapped in a foul wind, like a moving mountain of flesh, fiercely pouncing toward Menma!
Facing this assault that would shatter an ordinary jonin’s courage, Menma’s eyes didn’t even flicker.
He merely formed a hand seal with both hands.
“Nine-Face Sūvarṇa—”
The low voice was like a chant.
A dark red magic array rose beside him, forming a complex formation. The Xuan Character Formation flickered, carrying the salty fishy aura unique to the sea and immense, unstoppable heavy pressure!
“Black Tortoise!”
“Moo—!”
A long roar as if from ancient deep sea echoed through the valley!
A ferocious figure even larger than the chimera, resembling a giant turtle, burst from the Xuan Character Formation.
Its carapace was rugged like reef mountains, head held high, icy vertical pupils locking onto the charging chimera.
The chimera’s bird claws viciously grabbed at Black Tortoise’s head, bringing a piercing sound of air breaking.
Black Tortoise didn’t dodge, its head suddenly whipping, the sturdy skull carrying a thousand tons of force smashing hard into the bird claws!
Boom!
The muffled impact sounded like a drum.
Shockwaves exploded, blowing sand and stones across the ground.
The chimera let out a pained screech, its bird claws knocked askew.
At the same time, the chimera’s dog head seized the chance to open wide, spewing blazing flames like a lava flood, blasting toward Black Tortoise’s massive body!
Black Tortoise’s huge body crouched slightly, four legs rooted like into the earth.
Facing the surging flames, it merely raised its head higher, jaws opening, unleashing a cold, viscous, terrifyingly impactful high-pressure water stream like a bursting dam, forming a water dragon that roared and charged at the enemy!
Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!
Sizzle—！！！
The extreme high-temperature flames and bone-chilling high-pressure water cannon collided fiercely mid-air!
An ear-piercing steam hiss erupted instantly, scalding white mist exploding outward in all directions, instantly engulfing a range of dozens of meters.
The white thick fog roiled violently, only vaguely showing blue and red lights flashing madly inside, along with continuous muffled impacts, scales tearing, and beasts’ pained roars.
The slaughter of the two colossal beasts turned this area into a chaotic battlefield.
The moment the crashing roar of Black Tortoise and the chimera rang out, Bishamon’s figure had already used the fog and vapor as cover, fleeing desperately toward a narrow mountain crevice on the side!
He had only one thought in his mind—escape!
However, after just two steps, his vision blurred.
That figure appeared like a ghost without warning right in front of his escape path, perfectly blocking the entrance to that narrow mountain crevice.
Bishamon could clearly feel two icy gazes piercing through the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask, firmly nailed on him; at this moment, he felt like prey locked by a hunter.
“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” Menma’s voice was flat and emotionless, yet carrying a chilling intent: “You haven’t given me the stuff yet.”
