Boom!
Before Orochimaru could finish speaking, a figure shot out of the dust like a phantom.
Before he could even see who it was—before he could even react—his abdomen was struck by a devastating punch.
Pfft!
Orochimaru's snake-like eyes widened.
His body had undergone soft-body modification, making him nearly immune to physical attacks.
Yet this single punch still bent his body in half.
Cough!
He struggled to steady himself. Looking at Ning Feng's still-blurry figure, he tried to say something—
But the hidden force contained within that punch suddenly exploded inside his body.
Boom!
Without even managing to finish a sentence, Orochimaru was blasted away by the terrifying shockwave.
Rumble—!
Like a dead dog, his body flew backward and smashed deep into the stone wall.
Even then, his momentum didn't stop, carrying him dozens of meters farther into the rock.
Cough, cough!
Several moments later, Orochimaru finally regained his senses.
He could barely feel anything below his waist.
Immediately, he opened his mouth.
A pair of pale, slender hands emerged from within, grabbing his upper and lower jaws.
Then they pulled apart violently.
His face split open.
A brand-new body, drenched in saliva and bearing long black hair, crawled out from inside.
"...Terrifying."
Orochimaru glanced at his discarded body, still embedded in the stone wall.
The clothing around the abdomen had been shredded by the force of the punch, exposing his internal organs.
A casual punch had reduced him to this state.
Had he not reacted quickly enough to use the Body Replacement Technique he had personally developed, he would likely have been bedridden for months.
"What frightening strength, Lord Feng..."
Orochimaru slowly stepped out from the wall.
That single strike had driven him dozens of meters into solid rock.
Meanwhile, Ning Feng stood at the center of the chamber, still feeling the power flowing through his body.
After sealing eight tailed beasts, his physical strength had reached an absurd level.
And he still hadn't activated the Lightning Release Armor that further enhanced his body.
Now, all he needed to do was stack every body-enhancement technique available to him, then use Flying Thunder God to close the distance.
At that point, he could simply overpower opponents head-on.
He could confidently call himself the number one close-combat fighter in the ninja world.
With the perception granted by the Rinnegan and a body that defied reason...
"Orochimaru, come help me adapt to my body some more."
"...Huh?"
Orochimaru froze.
That sounded suspiciously similar to something he used to say to Kabuto every time he switched bodies.
How had the roles reversed?
And besides...
Lord Feng, if this continues...
Even someone as difficult to kill as me will eventually die...
"Who is that?"
"I don't know! He's already killed a lot of our people!"
"Quick, inform Lord Yahiko and Lord Nagato!"
"Damn it—he's looking this way!"
"Spread out!"
On the Rain battlefield, the pressure on Amegakure's forces had greatly decreased after Ning Feng eliminated the Cloud Village troops.
For the past several days, combat had become relatively easy.
Many battles no longer carried significant risk.
But now...
A man clad in crimson armor from the Warring States Era, with long flowing hair—
Had single-handedly shattered their formation.
"Are the ninjas of this era really this weak?"
At the center of the battlefield, Uchiha Madara moved effortlessly through the encirclement.
A trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes.
Back in the Warring States Period, weakness meant death.
He and Hashirama had risen to the top only through endless slaughter and competition.
Everyone else had long since been buried by history.
Though Madara understood that this was an era of peace, he had still formed expectations.
Yet reality was even more disappointing.
Not a single ninja could survive more than one exchange with him.
These were Amegakure ninjas—the force rumored to be becoming the strongest village in the world once again.
And yet they were this unimpressive.
Madara didn't even need to activate his Sharingan.
Relying solely on decades of battlefield experience, he effortlessly evaded attacks coming from every direction.
Though his Edo Tensei body could regenerate from any injury, old habits from the Warring States Era remained.
Madara simply disliked being hit.
No matter what.
Compared to the past, Amegakure's ninja quality had improved tremendously.
But in Madara's eyes—
They were still insignificant.
Slash!
Another swing of his blade sent powerful winds sweeping across the battlefield.
Nearby Rain ninjas were hurled into the air.
Whoosh!
Madara leaped high into the sky.
His hands flashed through seals.
Vast quantities of chakra surged into his lungs.
"Fire Release..."
"Majestic Destroyer Flame!"
His hoarse voice echoed across the battlefield.
A sea of fire erupted from his mouth.
The flames spread so widely that they threatened to engulf thousands of Rain ninjas below.
Madara had long stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world.
His mastery of Fire Release had reached perfection.
Though technically only a B-rank technique, his overwhelming chakra reserves and unparalleled fire affinity transformed it into a disaster capable of facing an entire army.
"This jutsu!"
Most of the Rain ninjas were battle-hardened veterans.
Though insignificant in Madara's eyes, their reactions were extremely quick.
Hands flashed through seals.
"Water Release: Water Formation Wall!"
Because the Land of Rain experienced constant rainfall, water was everywhere.
The environment naturally amplified Water Release techniques.
Streams surged from nearby rivers and waterways.
Massive walls of water rose before the army.
"Good reactions."
Madara actually offered a rare compliment.
There was even a trace of appreciation in his voice.
While these ninjas lacked overall strength, their responses to danger were finally approaching the standards of the Warring States Era.
Roar—!
The inferno spread across miles of land.
The gigantic flames looked like a divine punishment descending from heaven.
At the same time, the defensive techniques of over a thousand Water Release users arrived.
Towering walls of water formed between Madara and the Rain army.
"But..."
Madara's lips curled into a cold smile.
"This isn't enough."
More chakra poured from his body.
The flames before him intensified.
Their color deepened from red to a faint violet.
This was Fire Release pushed to its absolute limit.
Like a blazing sun, the inferno collided with the water barriers and continued advancing relentlessly.
Steam exploded into the sky.
Massive clouds of mist filled the battlefield.
The water techniques were being evaporated by Madara's flames.
Water Release might naturally counter Fire Release—
But before someone who had mastered Fire Release to its ultimate level...
Even the combined Water Release of thousands of ninjas seemed powerless.
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