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Chapter 117: Divine Technique: Heaven's Grass-Mowing Sword!
Chapter 117: Divine Technique: Heaven's Grass-Mowing Sword!
"Excellent!"
Tang Ping stood atop the true form of Zhu Rong, thoroughly satisfied with his divine technique.
This was the true divine technique!
Not just a jutsu powered by senjutsu chakra and labeled as such.
However... while the divine technique was powerful, it drained senjutsu chakra like a pump.
It was unsustainable!
Just manifesting Zhu Rong's true form had drained more than half of his senjutsu chakra.
This wasn't a Kekkei Genkai; it was a technique he had developed himself, and its endurance was lacking.
Fortunately, when he created this divine technique, he used sealing techniques to bind the flames within Zhu Rong's true form, significantly reducing the chakra consumption.
Otherwise, Tang Ping would need at least twice his current chakra to barely support the use of the divine technique.
Of course, such a terrifying consumption brought with it terrifying power, and now was the time to showcase it.
As Tang Ping familiarized himself with the divine technique,
"Scorching Release: Over-Boiling Death!"
Yugiri unleashed her full power.
Six fireballs merged into one, their power skyrocketing to the limit. The mountain-sized fireball hurtled toward Zhu Rong's true form, distorting the air and causing the wind to scatter in its wake.
Not far away, Rasa, with a pale face, clearly exerting himself to the limit, shouted,
"Magnet Release: Gold Sand Cube!"
A much larger cube than before flew toward Zhu Rong's true form.
Facing the most powerful attacks from two Kage-level opponents, Tang Ping didn't feel a hint of worry. Instead, he smiled.
"Yes, this is perfect!"
Without a threat, it would be like bullying the weak.
While he enjoyed bullying the weak, to truly understand the limits of Zhu Rong's true form, there needed to be a challenge.
At the same time, it was time to reveal another divine technique he had been working on.
But this was more of an enhanced jutsu rather than a divine technique, far less complex than Zhu Rong's true form.
"Divine Technique: Heaven's Grass-Mowing Sword!"
Tang Ping called out, and his right hand moved as if grabbing something.
Zhu Rong's true form responded in kind.
Unlike Tang Ping, Zhu Rong's right hand suddenly erupted with countless azure flames, which compressed and condensed into a twenty-meter-long sword.
Then, it took a step and swung upward.
Whoosh!
The air was sliced, creating a massive gale.
The ground was cleaved, forming a several-meter-wide crack of unknown depth.
The azure blade, like an invincible divine weapon, sliced through everything in front of Zhu Rong.
Swish!
With a crisp cutting sound,
The massive fireball was effortlessly sliced in half, without the slightest delay.
There was no way around it.
Aside from the power difference, Tang Ping had a natural advantage over Yugiri.
The blade continued its upward swing.
It struck the massive golden cube floating in the air.
Hiss!
Infinite azure flames erupted from the blade, making it glide through the cube like a hot knife through butter.
The thousands of tons of golden sand cube instantly turned into scattered sand, raining down like golden rain.
And Zhu Rong's true form stood in the midst of this golden 'rain,' resembling a deity.
The Heaven's Grass-Mowing Sword!
This divine technique was formed by compressing and condensing the Grass-Mowing Sword (Kusanagi equivalent), but instead of a burst of power, it provided sustained output.
Azure!
This color represented its terrifying temperature.
Compared to the red flames of ordinary Fire Release techniques, it was on a completely different level.
Even stronger than the blue-white Grass-Mowing Sword he had tested earlier.
Boom!
The earth rumbled.
That single strike had sliced off a corner of the mountain, causing half of the peak to slide down.
A natural disaster!
Anyone who saw Zhu Rong's true form deliver that strike would feel this way.
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
Even though the Sand and Leaf ninja were close to each other, no one moved. They were all staring dumbfounded at the red-armored giant standing atop the mountain.
In the face of such a being, human efforts were futile, and it drained the will to fight.
It was like being in a ranked match. Even if you were Bronze and faced a Silver or Gold opponent, you wouldn't lose your fighting spirit.
But facing a Grandmaster, you wouldn't even think of winning; you'd just want to give up and start over.
The ninjas on the battlefield felt the same way.
"Do you still want to dance?"
Tang Ping's voice echoed from the body of the Zhourong True Form, and the Sword of the Heavenly Gathering Clouds began to tremble, with a faint sky-blue glow flickering.
This was the limit!
Not the limit of his technique, but his own limit.
At this point, Kankuro and Yura were completely drained, too weak to continue fighting.
"Hmph, kill us if you must!"
Yura, the master of trash talk, wasn't about to back down.
"We lost today, but the Sand shinobi will win one day!"
Kankuro remained calm, his face serene.
Ninja are a profession that sees death and life every day. They aren't afraid of dying; they just worry about the future of their village.
"That's truly unfortunate!"
Tang Ping raised the Sword of the Heavenly Gathering Clouds, a light smile playing on his lips as he prepared to strike.
Thud, thud!
Amidst the rapid clashing sounds, a large, centipede-like puppet burst from the ground, swiftly "swallowing" Yura and Kankuro before burrowing back underground.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Tang Ping swung the Sword of the Heavenly Gathering Clouds with all his might, but the sword dissipated into flames mid-swing.
No, it wasn't that he was letting them go; he just couldn't maintain it any longer.
Moreover, the Zhourong True Form itself began to "burn."
"Retreat!"
Hiruzen released a signal flare.
This was their last chance to retreat.
Following the order, the previously stunned Sand shinobi army began to flee.
As for the wounded?
They had to be temporarily abandoned.
Ninjas are known for their mobility. With the command, the Sand shinobi scattered like a swarm, rapidly evacuating the battlefield.
On the Konoha side, everyone instinctively looked up at the mountain.
Even Nara Shikaku did so.
After this battle, Tang Ping's position as the commander was truly solidified, with no one daring to question him.
"There's no need to chase them. Shikaku, you command the high-ranking ninja to clean up the battlefield and tend to the wounded!"
Tang Ping emerged from the Zhourong True Form, which had dissipated into flames. He had exited the Sage Mode, the flame mark on his forehead fading, and his eyes returning to their black color.
Even so, no one dared to look him in the eye.
Even Danzo, for the moment, didn't dare to have any ulterior motives.
He was too terrifying!
The power of that single sword strike that cleaved through the mountain gave off a vibe of "Tobirama is back," which couldn't help but make Danzo wary.
"Yes, sir!"
The high-ranking ninja responded in unison.
Seeing this reaction, Tang Ping was extremely satisfied.
He knew that from now on, this shinobi army would be firmly under his control.
At the very least, no one would disobey his orders unless it was to rebel.
There was no way around it; ninjas admired strength.
Even the cold-blooded and ruthless Orochimaru had countless followers, so how much more so for him.
For ninjas, weakness was a sin. As long as you were strong, you had charisma, and there would be countless people willing to follow you.
This was why Tang Ping had chosen to defeat Kankuro and Yura head-on.
Defeating two Kage-level opponents in one move was the best way to prove his strength.
As for why he let Kankuro and Yura, along with the Sand shinobi army, escape?
The reason wasn't hard to guess.
He was keeping the enemy around to maintain his importance!
If there were no threat from the Sand shinobi, the village's higher-ups would find ways to target him day and night.
By leaving the Sand shinobi, he ensured that the southwestern shinobi army would be unmanageable without him.
Of course, Tang Ping had no intention of watching the fun.
Without the Sand shinobi, the fun in the shinobi world would be much less.
Most importantly, he wouldn't be wholeheartedly devoted to Konoha.
Konoha had once wanted him dead. If he were to pour his heart out for them, it would only be if his blood were filled with the "Will of Fire."
As a Cross-Dimensional Traveler, who hadn't been brainwashed by the Will of Fire from a young age, his actions were perfectly normal.
The future Second Hokage was a normal person, while Naruto was a late-stage saint complex sufferer.
Someone kills your best friend's entire family, and you want your friend to forgive them?
Ridiculous!
Tang Ping was extremely annoyed by such twisted worldviews.
But that was for later. For now, he needed to recover and handle the aftermath.
As they were busy, news of the battle at Kikyo Mountain caused reactions from all sides.
(End of Chapter)
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