radiothebook Chapter 573 The 1st Storm Tournament - Onoki Special Edition
Chapter 573 The 1st Storm Tournament - Onoki Special Edition
boom!
Two thick plumes of white smoke exploded on Jiraiya's left and right shoulders without warning.
The white smoke dissipated. Two small toads wearing cloaks were perched steadily on Jiraiya's left and right shoulders.
The sage on the right, Fukasaku, crossed his arms, glanced at Onoki in mid-air, and said calmly, "Little Jiraiya, you've met your match. Are you getting serious already?"
On the left, Shima slapped Jiraiya across the face in annoyance: "You really know how to pick your timing! The broth made with fat worms in the pot is about to turn gelatinous, and you've ruined it!"
Jiraiya flipped in the air and landed steadily on a remaining stone pillar.
"Hey bosses, I'll make you steamed sand scorpions as compensation when we get back."
Jiraiya kept his hands clasped together. "This old man is the Tsuchikage. If he doesn't pull out his trump card, we'll be done for here today."
The accumulation of natural energy has been achieved.
Red paint spread along his eye sockets in an eerie pattern, outlining wild lines. His nostrils widened. His once normal black pupils suddenly elongated into thin horizontal slits.
A vast and extremely violent energy, distinct from chakra, spread wildly outwards from Jiraiya as the center.
ka ka ka-
The stone pillar beneath his feet couldn't withstand the outflow of energy; spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across its surface, and rubble rained down. The surrounding air was forcibly pushed aside, forming a visible, distorted shockwave.
From his vantage point, Ōnoki clearly saw the change in Jiraiya's expression.
My heart skipped a beat.
This energy fluctuation... there's no mistake.
He lived so long that some memories were etched into his bones.
Decades ago, the man known as the God of Shinobi used this power that surpassed all conventional ninjutsu.
"That's impossible!"
Onoki roared uncontrollably. Even the chakra that was maintaining the Light-Heavy Rock Technique became slightly disordered.
"How could a brat like you, who hasn't even grown all his feathers, possibly master Sage Mode!"
This is not logical.
Iwagakure's intelligence network searched Konoha thoroughly, yet never mentioned that Hiruzen Sarutobi's disciple had reached the threshold of godhood.
This is a forbidden realm that requires extremely high talent and a long period of accumulation to reach.
Onoki's mind raced through countless deductions.
Retreat? No, if we run now, the morale of Iwagakure will collapse immediately.
Orochimaru licked his cheek with his long tongue, and a morbid fanaticism erupted from his golden vertical pupils.
"How wonderful..."
He stared intently at the aura flowing around Jiraiya's body. Those invisible and intangible natural energies were transforming the idiot's physical cells in a brutal yet perfect way. So this was the secret hidden deep within.
On the other side, Tsunade, who had just crushed the necks of several Iwa ninja, stopped what she was doing.
She flicked the blood off her hands, looked at the changed Jiraiya, and sneered, "That idiot. He actually mastered it."
With the "immortal mode" as a foundation, the balance of this meat grinder-like battle has been completely reversed.
The remaining Iwa ninja below unconsciously gripped their kunai tightly, the veins on the backs of their hands bulging.
The captain swallowed hard. The pressure was terrifying. The person standing there was no longer a ninja, but a monster in human skin.
"Lord Tsuchikage..." someone murmured in a distorted tone.
On the stone pillar.
Jiraiya slowly straightened up. His previous cynical and roguish air vanished completely.
Replacing that roguish air is a breathtaking aura of a master.
The immortal's senses are fully activated.
The world was dismantled and reassembled before his eyes. The flow of chakra within Onoki's body, old yet solid, the friction of every wisp of wind in the air, and the fearful breathing of the Iwa ninja in the ruins below—all of these were bombarded into his brain as the most direct data stream.
It's so clear.
Jiraiya grinned.
"The rules of the game have changed, Lord Tsuchikage."
Alarm bells rang wildly in Onoki's mind, the threat of death piercing his brain.
Don't let him get close!
"Super Lightweight Rock Technique!"
Onoki pushed the technique to its limit, his aged body instantly breaking the sound barrier, creating a white shockwave as he recklessly rose higher into the sky to create distance. Only by creating absolute distance and using Dust Release for a wide-area bombardment could he have any hope of winning.
One meter, two meters.
Onoki was panting heavily. Looking down, he saw Jiraiya still standing on the stone pillar.
No matter how fast you go, you can't fly up.
Taijutsu ninjas are sitting ducks in aerial combat!
The thought had barely formed in his mind.
A strange popping sound suddenly came from the air beside Onoki.
"Old man, at your age, flying so high, aren't you afraid of hurting your back?"
Jiraiya's figure suddenly tore through the air and appeared directly in front of Onoki.
He relied entirely on the extremely activated muscle power of Sage Mode to jump into the air with pure force, and accurately predicted Onoki's only climbing route.
Onoki's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
What kind of superhuman physical abilities are these?
Jiraiya clenched his fist in the back of his hand, a fierce glint flashing in his frog-like eyes.
Natural energy mixed with chakra was compressed onto the surface of the knuckles, creating a spiral-shaped vacuum band.
"Sage Art: Frog Kumite!"
Onoki couldn't see the trajectory of the punch; it was too fast.
He could only muster his last bit of strength to concentrate the remaining chakra in his chest and forcibly condense a piece of ultra-high-density rock called the "Heart Mirror".
boom!
The fist slammed into the breastplate.
"Wow--"
Onoki coughed up a mouthful of blood, lost his balance, and tumbled and flew backward in the air.
"Where are you going to hide, old man?"
"Weren't you very arrogant just now?"
Bang! Another whip kick struck Onoki's side.
Onoki awkwardly shifted the gravity in mid-air, trying to steady himself.
His hands had just formed the first hand seal for Dust Escape.
Jiraiya had already appeared above him, stepping on Onoki's hands as they formed hand seals.
"Slow. Too slow."
Onoki could only dispel the spell and tumble awkwardly to dodge.
The leader of the dignified Iwagakure village was now being forced to flee in all directions by a young junior from Konoha.
Every time they tried to retaliate, their movements were anticipated and blocked by that terrifying perception.
The remaining Iwa ninja below completely collapsed.
"Lord Tsuchikage... is actually being overwhelmed?"
The beacon of faith is crumbling.
Onoki's invincible image was shattered beyond repair by Jiraiya's fluid and violent beating.
Orochimaru observed the battle in the air with great interest, while flicking out several venomous snakes from his sleeve and biting through the throats of the Iwa ninja who were trying to escape.
The old man's teachings are truly effective. If he saw this scene, he'd definitely sip his tea and comment: "Basic operation." Under the old man's control, the village is nurturing a group of monsters capable of crushing the era. Iwagakure's failure was destined from the start.