MM Racing Chapter 462 Phantom Instantaneous Movement Technique, Shisui Arrives!
Chapter 462 Phantom Instantaneous Movement Technique, Shisui Arrives!
Chapter 462 Phantom Instantaneous Movement Technique, Shisui Arrives!
Hidan's headless body twitched a few times on the ground before going completely limp and motionless, with only the wound on his abdomen still bleeding slightly.
However, the head that rolled onto the sand did not die immediately.
Hidan's eyes were still darting around, and his mouth opened and closed, letting out an angry and frenzied roar: "Damn it! Damn it!!!"
"Scorpion! You bastard, where have you been?! Come save me!!! Cut this bitch's head off! I'm offering her to the evil god! Hurry!!!"
Even with only his head remaining, he could still speak, think, and utter such powerful curses!
The strangeness of this immortality is chilling.
Xuejian frowned as she looked at the head that was still cursing, a chill running down her spine.
What kind of monster is this?
His head even fell off, and he's still not dead?!
Is this considered a solution for him now?
At least, he has lost control of his body and is temporarily no longer a threat.
But Yuki had no time to think it through, nor to deal with Hidan's disgusting head.
Because, more intense footsteps and the cracking sounds of impacts were coming from the other side of the forest and were rapidly approaching!
Xuejian suddenly turned her head, her pupils contracting sharply.
Under the moonlight, hundreds of humanoid puppets dressed in dark red robes surged out of the shadows of the forest like a tide, quickly spreading out to form a loose encirclement.
In the center of these puppets, the hunched figure slowly walked towards them.
Sasori of the Red Sand!
At the same time, Xuejian discovered that besides the giant salamander puppet, there was another "person" next to Scorpion.
He was a young man wearing a white robe and with short, neat blue hair.
He was handsome, but his face was expressionless, his eyes were vacant, and his skin had an unnatural paleness.
He simply stood there quietly, yet a hidden sense of unease emanated from him. Large amounts of black iron sand silently floated and flowed around him.
What made Yukimi's heart tighten even more was that behind Sasori, several particularly tall red-robed puppets were firmly restraining Kankuro and Temari!
Kankuro appeared to be injured, with blood at the corner of his mouth, struggling but unable to break free from the puppet's restraints.
Temari was in slightly better condition, but she was still held down by two puppets with her hands tied behind her back.
What horrified Xuejian the most was that Gaara was enveloped in a large mass of writhing, churning iron sand, forming an airtight black "cocoon," with only his head showing, struggling weakly and in pain.
A transparent tube, about the thickness of a thumb, extends from Gaara's neck, with the other end connected to the abdomen of the Salamander puppet.
Within the conduit, faint streams of dark red tailed beast chakra could be seen being slowly drawn out!
"Teacher Yukimi! Run! Don't worry about us!" Kankuro shouted hoarsely as he saw Yukimi still standing there.
"This guy! This guy killed the Third Kazekage—" Temari's voice trembled as she stared intently at the blue-haired, white-robed puppet beside Sasori.
"It's been made into a puppet!"
"The Third Kazekage?" Xuejian gripped the kunai in her hand and looked at the expressionless puppet of the Third Kazekage.
Then, she looked at Kankuro and Temari who were tied up, and Gaara whose chakra was being extracted. Finally, her gaze settled on Sasori of the Red Sand who was slowly moving toward her.
"You bastard—" Xuejian's voice trembled slightly.
She finally understood why the enemy's puppets were all humanoid, and why they all had that creepy, uncanny valley effect.
Xuejian raised the kunai in her hand and pointed it directly at Sasori of the Red Sand, her deep blue eyes seemingly burning with flames.
"These puppets you control—were all once—living, breathing people, weren't they?!"
She finally understood.
I noticed the strangeness of those red-robed puppets during the previous battle; their faces were all different.
Looking closely now, the details on the puppets' "faces" clearly still retain some features from when they were alive!
This army of hundreds and thousands of puppets was actually all made from living people!
What blasphemy! What madness!
Sasori of the Red Sand indifferently swept his gaze across Yukimi's angry face, then looked at the silent red-robed puppets around him, and the Third Kazekage puppet beside him.
His voice was still hoarse, without a trace of emotion: "The beauty of eternity lies in the frozen moment."
"To preserve the most brilliant moments of life permanently in the form of art, and to give them an existence that transcends the constraints of flesh and blood, is this not a kind of sublimation?"
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"These—" He slightly raised his hand, as if displaying the puppets around him. "are all my works of art."
"As for the Third Kazekage—"
His gaze fell on the blue-haired puppet, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
"He possesses the strongest Magnet Release bloodline limit, making him my most satisfying creation."
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"It is their honor to be a part of my eternal art."
"You madman! You're a complete madman!!" Kankuro roared, struggling even more violently.
Hidan, now only a head remaining, was still frantically yelling and cursing on the sand a short distance away: "Sasori! Stop dawdling over your art! Just do it! Kill her! Put my head back on!"
Sasori seemed to only then notice Hidan's miserable state. Hiruko turned slightly to the side, glanced at the cursing head, and then at Hidan's limp, headless body.
His hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery: "It seems that the immortality bestowed by the evil god is nothing more than this."
"What's the point of talking about eternity if you can't even keep your head?"
"Hidan, how about you give up that fragile body and add it to my collection? I can tailor your body to be a more powerful puppet that better embodies pain and the aesthetics of fanaticism."
Sasori follows the path of immortality through physical and mechanical ascension, while Hidan achieves immortality through physical means.
Sasori was quite interested in Hidan's body, wondering if the immortality granted by the Jashin could be turned into a puppet.
"Bullshit!!" Hidan's head roared, "I am the Jashin's most beloved follower! I am truly immortal! Take me back!!"
Sasori ignored Hidan's taunts.
His light returned to Xuejian, and her fingers seemed to twitch.
"Although your bloodline limit is quite interesting, being able to dodge Hidan's curse technique," Sasori's voice returned to its cold tone.
"But that's the end of it."
"Of your students, I'll take one. As for you—"
Beside Scorpion, more than a hundred red-robed puppets simultaneously raised their heads, their empty eye sockets fixed on Xuejian, the weapons in their hands gleaming coldly.
The Third Kazekage puppet also raised its hands, and the surrounding iron sand began to flow faster, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
"Let it become my new collectible."
"Don't worry, I will perfectly preserve your bloodline limit!"
As Scorpion uttered his last word, hundreds of red-robed puppets activated simultaneously!
Like a crimson torrent, they surged towards the isolated, helpless, and wounded Xuejian from all directions!
"Teacher! Let's go!" Temari shouted hoarsely.
"I am your teacher—" Xuejian took a deep breath, suppressing the sharp pain in her shoulder and the weakness in her body, and channeled chakra into the kunai in her hand.
"What teacher would abandon their students!" In his deep blue eyes, there was no fear, only a resolute determination to fight to the death.
She raised the kunai in her hand, assuming a defensive stance, while calculating how many more large-scale ninjutsu she could unleash with her remaining chakra, preparing to face the surging puppet army!
Just as Xuejian was surrounded by hundreds of humanoid puppets and her life was hanging by a thread!
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Several swift, almost imperceptible gray-blue figures suddenly entered the battlefield!
The blade flashed like a silver lightning bolt suddenly exploding in the night sky!
Clang! Clang! Clang—!
The sharp, dense blades sliced through metal with a crisp sound, like popping beans, instantly forming a continuous barrage!
A scene filled with flying goblin parts, severed limbs, and shattered weapons!
The hundreds of red-robed puppets that rushed forward menacingly seemed to have crashed into an invisible and sharp wall of knives!
The twenty-odd people at the very front were cleaved into pieces by the lightning-fast blade in the very first encounter!
The dozens of puppets in the middle were blocked, repelled, or knocked away by the fierce attacks of the blue figures following behind. The seemingly fierce offensive of the puppet torrent was actually broken up by this sudden interception!
Xuejian was stunned; she almost thought she was hallucinating.
But the strands of hair ruffled by the wind from the blade beside her cheek, and the scattered puppet fragments around her, told her that this was not a dream.
She looked closely.
Suddenly, a tall and upright figure appeared half a step in front of him, standing quietly.
He wore a gray-blue stand-up collar uniform from the Star Kingdom, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree.
Her slightly messy black short hair fluttered gently in the night breeze, and on the back of her uniform was a flame-like fan-shaped clan emblem.
He had his back to Yukimi, holding a ninja sword in his hand with a blade that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the ground.
He turned his head slightly, revealing half of his handsome profile and a scarlet Sharingan that slowly rotated, displaying a strange shuriken pattern.
His gaze briefly met Xuejian's astonished eyes in mid-air. A smile curved his lips, and his gentle voice clearly reached Xuejian's ears: "Sorry we're late, Xuejian."
As soon as he finished speaking, several gray-blue figures standing amidst the countless puppet carnage on the battlefield flickered a few times like bubbles, quickly becoming transparent and fading, and finally disappearing silently into the air without leaving any trace.
phantom.
It's all an illusion.
"Illusion—Instantaneous Movement Technique—" Xuejian murmured, finally seeing the figure of the person who had come.
Uchiha Shisui!
Those phantoms were Uchiha Shisui's signature technique!
Phantom Body Instantaneous Movement!
Based on the powerful genjutsu of the Sharingan, it creates phantom clones that are difficult to distinguish from the real ones and can even launch physical attacks. Combined with the real body's elusive nature, it is a nightmare on the battlefield!
During the Third Shinobi World War, at the young age of nine, he earned the title of "Shisui of the Body Flicker" on the battlefield!
Seeing his hundreds of humanoid puppets instantly turn into broken parts and debris scattered all over the ground by Shisui's incredible swordsmanship and the Phantom Instantaneous Movement Book, Scorpion's expression instantly turned serious, and his gaze was fixed on the gray-blue figure standing in front of him holding a knife.
"Shuttering Stillness—" Sasori's deep, hoarse voice, like the friction of rusted iron, echoed in the night wind.
"The Uchiha clan of Konoha have now become lackeys of the Land of Stars? How timely."
But Scorpion didn't care about these losses. Behind him were nearly a hundred humanoid puppets dressed in the same dark red robes.
These puppets he collected over the long years were nothing more than consumables.
His gaze refocused on Shisui, lingering for a moment, especially on those Sharingan eyes that exuded an eerie beauty and a dangerous aura.
A kaleidoscope, a three-tomoe jewel.
Those eyes reminded him of Itachi Uchiha, the same taciturn yet extremely dangerous figure in the organization.
Even Sasori, who pursues eternal art, has a strong interest in the Sharingan.
"Hmph," Scorpion let out a soft snort. Fei Liu Hu slightly adjusted the angle, and the thick steel scorpion tail swayed even more slowly, the venomous hook at the tip of the tail locking onto Shi Shui.
"I'm quite interested in the Sharingan of your Uchiha clan—" Sasori's voice suddenly turned cold, and he also showed some of the interest of a collector.
As soon as he finished speaking, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in the empty eyes of the Third Kazekage puppet that had been standing silently beside Scorpion.
The air around him began to hum, and fine iron particles were released from the sand, swirling and gathering around his body.
Clearly, Sasori intended to let this "creation" of his most prized possession personally test the strength of Shisui's Body Flicker.
However, just as the two were facing off, the cool night breeze was quietly mixed with damp moisture.
Thin, yet persistent white mist is spreading at a visible speed from the boundary between the forest and the sand.
The fog was initially very thin and inconspicuous.
But in an instant, the fog thickened at an astonishing speed, like a white veil, quickly enveloping the area where Scorpion was located and the puppet army behind him!
Visibility dropped sharply, moonlight was obscured, and even the perception of chakra seemed to be subtly interfered with.
"Hmm?" Alarm bells rang in Scorpion's mind.
The fog appeared so abruptly!
"The Corpse Bone Vein: Dance of Ferns!"
A cold, youthful voice, filled with chilling killing intent, pierced through the thick fog and suddenly exploded behind Scorpion!
"What?!" Scorpion suddenly turned around!
But it was too late!
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!
The next instant, the earth let out a painful groan and a deafening explosion!
Centered on the foothold of the puppet army behind the scorpion, the sandy ground within a radius of tens of meters suddenly arched upwards.
Blast!
Countless pale, sharp bone spurs burst forth from the ground in a frenzied manner!
Each of these bone spurs was as thick as an adult's thigh and over three meters long. Their surfaces were covered with rough textures and sharp barbs. They appeared so quickly that they instantly covered the scorpion's puppet army!
Click!
puff!
Click-clack!
The teeth-grinding cracking and shattering sounds instantly merged into one, drowning out the sound of the wind!
The nearly one hundred red-robed humanoid puppets didn't even have time to make any evasive maneuvers. Like grasshoppers skewered on iron sticks, they were pierced, torn apart, and ripped apart by the sudden white forest of death!
Some puppets were pierced by several bone spikes at the same time, hanging in mid-air, twitching their joints in vain; some were pierced through from bottom to top by thick bone spikes, sparks bursting from their cores; and many more were savagely scattered, smashed, and crushed into parts by the forest of bone spikes!
In an instant, the puppet army behind Scorpion suffered a devastating blow and was almost completely wiped out!
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