Chapter 305: Hell Stab… Broken
Boom boom... Amid the towering flames, over a dozen iron spheres fell from the sky and smashed into the ground nearby.
Clang clang… The iron spheres opened, revealing inside a group of stunned Iwa shinobi, their faces full of confusion—they had no idea what had just happened.
Around them, the other Iwa shinobi stood frozen, staring blankly at the massive crater wreathed in flames ahead.
The sudden, overwhelming attack had brought the entire battlefield to a halt.
Drip...
Drip!
Blood trickled down slowly from a wound on the Third Raikage's chest. Standing at the edge of the crater, he looked down slightly to see a shallow but clearly visible elliptical gash on his chest—like it had been scraped by a falling meteorite.
There were no burn marks on the wound—it really did look like a meteor had just grazed him.
But the Third Raikage was sure—it had been a Fire Release flame bullet.
However… the ground before him had vanished, replaced by a fifty-meter wide semi-circular crater. The rock layers inside had partially melted into lava under extreme heat—or perhaps violent impact—and were still hissing with steam.
This crater, as if carved out by a meteor impact, had been caused by that single flame bullet no larger than a human head.
Just one shot, and the power it unleashed was no less than that of a small-scale Tailed Beast Bomb.
In fact… recalling the chilling sensation from moments earlier and the wound now on his chest, the Third Raikage believed that flame bullet might have been even more dangerous than a small Tailed Beast Bomb.
If he had taken that hit directly, he would've been reduced to ashes in an instant.
"Who did that?"
The Third Raikage and all the Iwa shinobi swept their eyes around the battlefield, desperate to identify who had unleashed such a devastating attack.
Soon, two figures appeared in the sky.
"That's… Lord Third Tsuchikage's disciple Shiyan—and Lady Huitu!"
"Right! Those iron spheres must be Lady Huitu's unique Kekkei Genkai—Steel Release!"
"Then that attack just now was Lady Huitu's… wait!"
"Hey—look at the Third Raikage!"
The identities of Earth Release Clone - Shiyan and Huitu were quickly recognized. As everyone speculated whether the attack had come from Huitu, someone finally noticed the injury on the Third Raikage's chest.
"That monster is wounded!!!"
"That attack actually injured him!"
Seeing the bleeding wound on the Third Raikage's chest, all the Iwa shinobi were stunned—and thrilled.
After nearly three hours of encirclement with zero results, they had finally broken his defenses.
That meant the Third Raikage could be killed—there was hope at last.
"Shiyan… you…"
Ōnoki flew down, staring excitedly at Earth Release Clone - Shiyan, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Before Shiyan could respond, Huitu burst out laughing and shouted, "Hahaha! That's right, old man—the secret jutsu that little junior developed has succeeded!"
Shiyan gave a calm nod. "Mm."
Ōnoki's old face lit up with a bright smile as he slapped Shiyan's shoulder repeatedly. "Haha! Good—so good!"
It was clear now: the terrifying attack had come from this "kid."
Down below, seeing Ōnoki so excited over Lightning Clone - Sakumo , the Third Raikage had a realization.
But… what the hell was that Fire Release?
He still couldn't comprehend how a flame bullet no bigger than a head could unleash power equivalent to a Tailed Beast Bomb.
Bang!
Before he could think more, Lightning Clone - Sakumo suddenly landed twenty meters in front of him.
"Third Raikage, I will be your opponent from here on."
Earth Release Clone - Shiyan faced the cautious Third Raikage with a faint smile. Then, in the next instant, his chakra erupted, unleashing a wave of intense pressure.
"So strong…"
The Third Raikage's eyes narrowed. He didn't make any rash moves, keeping his gaze locked on Lightning Clone - Sakumo while remaining highly alert.
"What's Shiyan doing?"
"Don't tell me…"
The more distant Iwa shinobi hadn't felt Shiyan's chakra pressure. Seeing this, and already irritated by Shiyan's earlier reluctance to engage, they were now even more displeased at what seemed like showboating.
But before anyone could react, a voice boomed from the sky—Ōnoki's command.
"All units retreat—do not enter the battlefield between Shiyan and the Third Raikage."
The words stunned the Iwa shinobi. Their protests caught in their throats as they turned in disbelief to look at their Tsuchikage.
That was the Third Raikage—the one who had withstood nearly three hours of encirclement by twenty thousand shinobi. Could they really let this barely twenty-year-old face him alone?
"This is an order," Ōnoki said loudly.
"Yes, Lord Tsuchikage," the shinobi replied, though still doubtful. Since Ōnoki had made it a command, they could only retreat.
However, a few jōnin exchanged glances, surprise flashing in their eyes. Some of them vaguely guessed that this disciple of the Tsuchikage had successfully developed that top-secret jutsu even Ōnoki praised.
"Kid, looks like Ōnoki has a lot of faith in you."
The Third Raikage glanced at Ōnoki in the sky, then turned back to Shiyan with a mocking expression. "You really think just because you managed to scratch me, you can beat me?"
With that, he activated Lightning Release Chakra Mode—his most powerful defensive state.
Whoosh!
The Third Raikage didn't waste any more words. In a flash, he covered the twenty meters between them. His sharpened Lightning Release chakra concentrated into a single fingertip—Hell Stab—aimed straight at Shiyan's chest like a blade that could pierce anything.
Strong attacks meant nothing—speed was his true trump card in the ninja world!
Seeing Shiyan not even reacting to the speed of his attack, the Third Raikage smirked slightly.
But that smile froze in the next instant.
Crack!
The Third Raikage stared in shock as his index finger bent backward, crushed against Shiyan's chest like it had hit an immovable wall of steel. The bone had completely shattered.
"Wh-what!?"
"No way…"
His pupils widened, his face filled with disbelief and terror. His ultimate spear—Hell Stab—had failed to pierce the flesh of a mere boy.
How… how was that possible?
The Third Raikage couldn't accept it. The surrounding Iwa shinobi, having witnessed the scene, were all dumbfounded as well.
"This…"
"He…"
"How…"
They all opened their mouths to speak, but words failed them. They could only stare in stunned silence at the unbelievable sight before them.
That was Hell Stab—the so-called strongest spear—an attack that even triple-layered Lava Release rubber rock walls couldn't block, only slow down.
Now it had been stopped by Shiyan's bare chest. If not for the fact that the Third Raikage was still clad in Lightning Armor, and if his index finger wasn't now completely deformed, they would have thought this was some kind of joke.
(END CHAPTER)
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