Chapter 142: Yin-yang Release Black Rods!
The path to escape was blocked, the Chimera was entangled by that terrifying giant turtle, and Bishamon’s fear instantly turned into mad killing intent!
“Looking for death!” Bishamon screeched, his hands forming seals as fast as lightning, chakra surging wildly within his body.
Veins bulged on his pale face, a dangerous glint flashing deep in his pupils.
A black cloud rose from under Bishamon’s feet, instantly covering half of his body, while blinding blue-white electric light flashed in the black cloud!
A sharp explosive sound rang out, five solid bolts of lightning shooting from the black cloud, carrying destructive piercing power, aimed at Menma’s brow, throat, heart, and other vital points!
“Storm Release: Laser Circus!”
Bishamon unleashed his all-out Storm Release ninjutsu, which combined offense and defense, intent on killing with one strike!
Facing this fatal strike, Menma’s right eye hidden under the mask suddenly lit up with crimson light!
Three pitch-black tomoe rapidly spun in the blood-colored pupils!
Sharingan: Insight!
Under the Sharingan’s super dynamic vision’s ultimate insight, Bishamon’s hand movements, the chakra flow trajectories, the angles and speeds of the five lightning bolts coming at him…
All subtle changes were like slow-motion footage, reflected crystal-clear in Menma’s mind.
Menma moved.
His body shifted sideways, twisted, and leaned back with an impossibly small amplitude that defied common sense, precise as if calculated with utmost rigor.
The five lightning bolts capable of piercing refined steel whistled past the edges of his robes, not even truly touching the hem of his clothes!
All fatal attacks missed completely!
The ferocity on Bishamon’s face was instantly replaced by incredulous shock!
His sure-kill strike had actually… been dodged so easily?
As Menma sidestepped the final lightning bolt, his right arm shot out like a fully drawn bowstring!
Five fingers spread open, palm aimed at Bishamon’s chest.
No hand seals, no lengthy preparation.
Pure, compressed-to-the-extreme chakra spun wildly in his palm, emitting a piercing screech!
A basketball-sized pitch-black energy ball formed instantly, dark red electric arcs crackling wildly on its surface, emanating an aura of destruction and ominousness, as if devouring and distorting the surrounding light.
Small Spiraling Ring!
The rapidly enlarging dark black sphere reflected in Bishamon’s pupils, a fatal sense of crisis pouring over him like icy water!
He had no time to ponder the origin of this terrifying ninjutsu; survival instinct drove him to unleash his full potential.
Bishamon’s body lurched backward in an extremely awkward posture, feet infused with chakra kicking the ground hard, his whole body shooting backward like an arrow off the string!
Boom!!!
The basketball-sized dark energy ball whistled past the tip of Bishamon’s upturned nose, smashing violently into a steep rock wall several meters behind him!
No earth-shattering explosive firelight, only a series of muffled, heart-stopping roars.
Followed by the teeth-gritting “crack crack” of rock disintegrating into the finest powder under extreme force!
That hard rock wall, as if gnawed by an invisible giant maw, had a massive spherical hole over three meters in diameter appear out of thin air!
Edges smooth as a mirror, bottomless!
Countless fine cracks radiated crazily from the hole’s center into the surrounding rock, emitting a scalp-numbing groan.
Flying gravel scraped past Bishamon’s body like bullets, leaving streaks of blood.
He crashed heavily to the ground, rolling awkwardly several meters before barely stopping, disheveled and dirt-covered, his white restraining clothes torn in multiple places, his face full of lingering shock and fear.
If he had been even a fraction slower just now, what was erased wouldn’t have been the rock wall, but himself!
The fear of death fully ignited Bishamon’s ferocity.
He jerked his head up, eyes bloodshot, filled with hysterical madness.
“You monster!” he roared, hands dancing rapidly again, this time’s seals even more complex and eerie, his whole body’s chakra boiling recklessly, a faint red chakra seeping through his pale skin.
“Storm Release Secret Art: Storm Fiend Dragon!” With Bishamon’s shout, circles of black thunderclouds rose from the ground, sweeping the field with sizzling currents!
Even the sky darkened!
Thick black clouds enveloped this rugged mountain range of strange rocks, lightning serpents faintly visible in the cloud layers!
Menma gave him no more chances.
The instant Bishamon began forming seals, Menma’s figure vanished again.
Not the afterimage of Body Flicker Technique’s high-speed movement, but a true disappearance, as if merging into space itself!
Flying Thunder God Technique!
The next moment, Bishamon’s vision blurred, that figure appearing without warning less than an arm’s length in front of him!
Fast beyond visual capture, fast enough to completely freeze his thoughts!
Menma’s right hand thrust out like lightning, a pitch-black rod of extreme condensation stabbing from his palm.
It wasn’t a physical object, but a temporary creation of pure, highly coalesced Yin-Yang Release chakra.
A finger-length black rod emanating ominous ghostly light!
Bishamon’s pupils dilated in ultimate terror; he wanted to block, to retreat, but his body couldn’t keep up with the opponent’s incomprehensible speed!
He could only watch wide-eyed as that black rod radiating destructive aura, like the Shinigami’s fingertip, pierced unerringly toward him!
Pfft!
A faint sound, like piercing leather.
Bishamon’s movements froze abruptly, his sealing hands pierced from bottom to top by the black rod, nailing his entire body to the stone wall.
The ferocity and madness churning in Bishamon’s eyes instantly froze, leaving only pure, incomprehensible horror.
For he discovered in terror that his Storm Release ninjutsu had been interrupted!
His internal chakra flow was severely disrupted, even his Kibaku Nendo growing restless!
“What is this?!” Bishamon was horrified; this black rod not only interfered with his chakra and ninjutsu, but seemed to devour all his courage and will to resist.
An unknown terror that even Dark Release couldn’t absorb!
It completely shattered Bishamon’s understanding of ninjutsu.
In this world, there was actually ninjutsu that even Dark Release couldn’t absorb?!
Menma slightly raised his head, the voice under the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask light, yet like a heavy hammer striking Bishamon’s heart:
“I said, I’m very interested in your Kibaku Nendo. Now, it’s mine.”
Bishamon stiffened in place, cold sweat instantly soaking the bandages and restraining clothes.
He could clearly feel the terrifying power in that black rod destroying his Kibaku Nendo, even annihilating his soul.
The icy touch of death pierced Bishamon’s hands, freezing all his madness and trump card thoughts.
Bishamon stared deathly at the Shura inches away, his throat emitting hoarse gasps, unable to utter a word.
Nailed to the stone wall by the black rod, he had completely lost the ability to resist.
