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Feitan tried to open up distance, but the speed he prided himself on gave him no real edge against Ronin. Especially since he knew Ronin could flip into that lightning-charged state and unleash his true top speed. Right now, though, none of Feitan's attacks were putting any real pressure on him.
Ronin was using Feitan as a live test subject. With his current condition and the Sharingan spinning, he could track Feitan's movements without trouble and keep him suppressed in close combat. But speed wasn't the main goal anymore. The real question was what happened once Feitan started taking damage.
He'd already measured the speed. Time to test raw power.
When Ronin threw the next punch, he didn't bother slipping past Feitan's guard. He drove it straight into the smaller man's arm.
Bone cracked.
The Super Break Fist plus Cherry Blossom Rush combo still hit like a truck.
Feitan's body went flying backward, but Ronin wasn't done. He stepped forward and vanished in a blur, reappearing directly above him. Feitan twisted mid-air, trying to avoid eye contact, and saw the massive fist coming down like a hammer.
Panic flashed across his face, but instead of dodging, he poured more aura into the thin sword and thrust upward with everything he had, aiming straight for Ronin's chest. He was ready to trade lives.
Ronin didn't give him the chance.
Amenotokotachi flared. Feitan's thrusting arm locked in mid-air, frozen in space. His whole body jerked to a sudden halt, inertia slamming through him. The sword thrust went wide. Ronin's fist came down exactly on target.
The impact sounded like a bomb going off. Feitan was driven straight into the ground, carving a crater in the dirt.
Dust exploded outward. Ronin landed lightly outside the cloud. He sucked in a breath, and for the first time his hands flashed through seals. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and unleashed a roaring torrent of chakra-fueled flames.
Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation.
He stopped holding back the range. Even with a single seal the fire roared out and swallowed a hundred-meter radius in an instant.
Through the Sharingan, Ronin saw a figure wrapped in aura slowly rising from the inferno.
Feitan.
Had the punch not done enough damage? Or had the injuries finally triggered his ability — the one called Pain Packer, if Ronin remembered the name right?
He watched, curious whether Feitan would erupt with that blazing little sun like in the old stories.
If the man thought he could burn Ronin alive, he was dreaming.
"「「Damn it」（可惡）,「don't push your luck.」（別太得寸進尺了）.」"
The reversed speech spilled from Feitan's mouth.
His ability had triggered. Anger, injury, and inverted speech — those were the conditions. The vow power he gained from them was what let him believe he could beat anyone one-on-one.
Ronin answered in the same twisted cadence.
"「「So what?」（那又怎麼樣?）」"
He let the mockery show in his actions.
The boiling rage hit Feitan harder than the physical wounds. From the flames emerged a gothic-style manifested outfit — white base with red and black accents — completely covering him. An unsettling green aura poured off the clothing, the kind that made skin crawl.
Only his eyes showed. Those narrowed eyes were wide open now, cold and sharp.
"「「I'll make you feel pain, you bastard.」（該死,我會讓你感受痛苦!）」"
The distorted words came out, but what really caught Ronin's attention was the outfit itself. The blazing red sections were shifting, cooling into ice-blue.
A massive surge of aura condensed in front of Feitan, compressing rapidly into a glowing Nen bullet the size of an egg. It shone with blinding light — the result of extreme compression.
No more words. Only pure killing intent in Feitan's stare.
The bullet rocketed skyward.
"Turn into extreme cold. One with no forgiveness — be sealed in the ice of the Ice Moon."
The compressed projectile bloomed into a bright, clear blue moon hanging in the air. Extreme cold exploded outward in every direction.
Frost raced across the trees. Ice spikes jutted from the ground. Ronin's breath turned to white vapor in front of his face. The temperature crashed toward minus fifty and kept dropping.
Ronin inhaled sharply. Chakra gathered in his mouth as his hands blurred through seals, converting it to fire-nature energy. Forty-four seals in under four seconds. Red marks already bloomed across his skin from the cold — the first warning before frostbite set in.
Then he tilted his head back and exhaled.
Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation.
A B-rank technique, normally aimed at the ground. Ronin reversed it, sending the massive fireball screaming upward toward the Ice Moon.
The flames rocketed like a meteor. Even as the Ice Moon kept radiating killing cold, it couldn't freeze the compressed chakra fast enough. The principles were almost identical — both techniques pushed energy to the absolute limit.
When the fireball slammed into the Ice Moon, the stored chakra detonated. A sea of fire bloomed in the sky with the blue moon at its center. Flames rained down like burning phoenix flowers.
Ronin was already moving.
Using the rising heat from the falling fire, he blurred forward and closed the distance to Feitan in a heartbeat.