novel-bin Chapter 438 Defeat (End)
Chapter 438 Defeat (End)
Orochimaru's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that his strongest attack, which he had poured all his power into—that incredibly sharp wind blade capable of tearing everything apart—had been so easily countered by his opponent! This was his trump card, a technique he had used to defeat countless powerful enemies in the past, yet now it was as fragile as paper.
What shocked Orochimaru even more was that his opponent's movement speed completely exceeded his expectations. The instant the wind blade was broken, the enemy flashed to his side like a ghost, creating a gust of wind that left him no time to react. This terrifying speed and agility was truly chilling. Orochimaru inwardly cursed; he knew he had encountered an extremely powerful and troublesome opponent today.
Just as his opponent approached with ghostly speed, Orochimaru suddenly swung his hands, unleashing a powerful surge of chakra from his body. Immediately afterward, a thick, solid earthen wall materialized before him as if appearing out of thin air. This wall was not only tall and wide, but also gleamed with a chilling metallic luster, as if forged from countless pieces of refined iron. At the same time, Orochimaru slightly crouched, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his arms crossed over his chest, assuming a defensive stance. His cold gaze was fixed on the approaching enemy, his muscles taut, ready to withstand a storm of attacks.
A crisp, loud "crack" rang out, and the seemingly indestructible earthen wall in front of Orochimaru instantly crumbled. This powerful force, like a surging torrent, rushed straight towards Orochimaru with overwhelming force, its power undiminished by the collapse of the earthen wall.
In the blink of an eye, this terrifying energy slammed solidly into Orochimaru. His body, like a kite with a broken string, arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground some distance away, kicking up a cloud of dust. He rolled several times on the ground before barely managing to stop, but he was now a sorry sight, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
Orochimaru's desperate attempt to block the attack was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—it didn't even cause a ripple. And in that brief exchange, he could already clearly perceive the immense, insurmountable gap between them.
The power displayed by the opponent was as heavy as a mountain, each attack containing earth-shattering might. In comparison, one's own power was like a firefly competing with the bright moon, so insignificant. Not only that, the opponent's speed was as fast as lightning, able to cover several meters in the blink of an eye. His figure was elusive and impossible to catch.
Orochimaru was particularly shocked by the opponent's movement just now. Judging from that unpredictable movement, it was clear that he was using extremely profound spatial power. This level of control over spatial rules far surpassed that of the mysterious man who always wore a mask and hid his face. It was as if, in front of the opponent, space itself had become a toy that could be kneaded at will, manipulated and controlled at will.
Orochimaru, his figure slightly disheveled, slowly struggled to his feet, his cold eyes flashing with unyielding and resolute light. At this moment, he unleashed his powerful soul energy without reservation, focusing intently on sensing the masked man's next move. Although he knew in his heart that there was an insurmountable gap in strength between them, this did not shake his determination to continue fighting. Even if the final outcome was destined to be a futile struggle, he would fight with all his might for that slim chance of victory. Because for Orochimaru, giving up was never an option.
Despite Orochimaru's unwavering and resolute resistance, the masked man showed no intention of halting his relentless attack. He continued to utilize the spatial manipulation techniques within his Sharingan as his means of movement, launching wave after wave of swift and devastating assaults on Orochimaru like a phantom.
This unpredictable, spatial-jumping attack style caused the masked man's figure to appear and disappear constantly across the battlefield. This dazzling scene put Orochimaru under immense pressure while defending, making it extremely difficult for him to cope.
It's important to understand that although Orochimaru has successfully reached the Golden Core stage, compared to Hyuga Kanan, who is also at the Golden Core stage, he clearly lacks incredibly powerful offensive techniques and the unique methods to effectively restrict the opponent's spatial leaps. Therefore, Orochimaru is currently in a completely passive and defensive position, his situation extremely precarious!
However, it must be said that Orochimaru truly lives up to his title of genius! His control over the power of the earth element is unparalleled and effortless. The earth-yellow light flickers and flows in his hands, transforming into various wondrous and powerful forms.
Faced with the enemy's relentless and overwhelming attacks, Orochimaru remained calm and composed, employing a variety of defensive techniques. In an instant, earthen walls rose from the ground, seemingly indestructible; earthen shields appeared out of thin air, as thick as mountains; and earthen spikes burst forth from the ground like ferocious fangs, striking fear into the hearts of the enemy.
It was precisely through these exquisite and versatile defensive techniques that Orochimaru was able to barely withstand the opponent's fierce attacks. Although the scene looked quite dangerous, at least for now, he was still able to maintain his composure and remain undefeated in this intense battle.
On this battlefield full of crises and uncertainties, the fierce battle between the two sides has entered a white-hot stage, and a jaw-dropping and unimaginable offensive and defensive showdown is unfolding!
At this moment, the mysterious masked man was like a raging beast, his attacks as fierce and relentless as a storm, leaving little room for breath. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, gleamed with an eerie light, the immense power of his Sharingan fully unleashed. Under his control, the rules of space seemed to become an indestructible weapon; each attack appeared suddenly like a phantom, its angles incredibly tricky, completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Faced with such a fierce and unpredictable opponent, Orochimaru felt an overwhelming pressure. However, as a seasoned veteran, Orochimaru did not easily yield. His hands moved swiftly, and he chanted incantations, instantly summoning the surrounding earth element to form solid defensive lines. Although the masked man's sudden attacks caught him somewhat off guard and left him flustered, Orochimaru's masterful use of the earth element's power allowed him to withstand the opponent's fatal blows at crucial moments and skillfully evade subsequent attacks during brief openings, giving the masked man no chance to defeat him outright.
The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became heavy. The standoff between the two sides seemed to freeze time, and the entire space was shrouded in tension and oppression. For a moment, the shouts of battle and the sounds of clashing weapons came to an abrupt halt, and the battlefield fell into a suffocating stalemate.
Orochimaru was in dire straits. He was struggling against his opponent's relentless attacks, barely managing to stay afloat. Clearly, he was at a significant disadvantage, each counterattack seeming powerless, as if he might be swallowed by the surging power at any moment. His face was ashen, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but his eyes still shone with an indomitable light.
Nevertheless, Orochimaru, with his exceptional combat skills and keen intuition, always manages to escape danger at the last minute. Whenever an enemy's attack is about to break through his defenses, he always manages to avoid vital points in an uncanny way, skillfully defusing deadly threats. His body moves elusively like a ghost, making him impossible to fathom.
The masked man on the opposite side, like a ferocious beast, launched wave after wave of attacks. His moves were not only incredibly powerful but also full of unpredictable variations. Each strike was executed with a deadly intent, giving Orochimaru no chance to breathe. The masked man moved freely across the battlefield at astonishing speed, stirring up gusts of wind and flying dust wherever he went.
However, even though the masked man held the initiative and displayed formidable strength, defeating Orochimaru in one fell swoop would not be easy. After all, Orochimaru, a renowned and powerful figure in the ninja world, was no ordinary opponent. How will this thrilling duel end? Who will ultimately break the stalemate and claim victory? Everything remains to be seen.
However, in the midst of this seemingly stalemate, the situation suddenly took a dramatic turn! Orochimaru's incredibly sharp senses clearly detected that the man wearing the mysterious mask had once again experienced a significant increase in strength! The rate at which this power was growing was truly astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, it had far surpassed the range that Orochimaru himself could contend with.
Faced with such a powerful opponent, Orochimaru inwardly groaned. His previously barely holding-up defensive system was now on the verge of collapse. He tried his best to repel wave after wave of fierce attacks, but the difference in strength between the two sides was simply too great, and his efforts were ultimately futile.
Orochimaru now knew he had no chance of winning this battle. His opponent's power was constantly increasing; although he could barely hold on, it would soon be beyond his control.