Although they didn't fully comprehend the strange abilities Darian had just displayed, people in the Land of Fire were thoroughly accustomed to sudden, violent death. Even an ordinary civilian like Madame Takayanagi didn't scream at the sight of blood, merely trembling against the tiles.
Most of the assassins' bodies had been launched over the railing into the dense forest, but one dead shinobi was still floating face-down in the crimson-tinted hot spring.
It had only been a little over a month since Darian was transmigrated from Earth, and while he was rapidly getting used to executing enemies, seeing the gruesome state of the assassin's crushed skull floating in the water made him realize he had been a bit too ruthless with his raw strength.
Over in the corner of the pool, Tsunade was currently acting like a terrified, helpless quail. Her face was deathly pale, her body trembling violently, and her amber eyes filled with absolute, paralyzing fear as she stared at the blood mingling with the thermal water.
If it weren't for Shizune desperately holding her up from behind, Darian genuinely doubted whether the legendary kunoichi even possessed the physical strength to stand on her own two feet right now.
It was deeply ironic that the greatest medical ninja in the entire world suffered from severe, crippling hemophobia.
It spoke volumes about the sheer cruelty of the ninja world's history. How many thousands of soldiers had died horrific deaths in the Second Shinobi World War? How traumatic were the bloody deaths of her younger brother, Nawaki, and her lover, Dan Kato, to cause a Kage-level powerhouse like Tsunade to be completely incapacitated by the sight of a little blood?
Stepping through the warm water, Darian grabbed the floating corpse by the vest, searched its pockets, and pulled out a wet parchment bounty poster.
On the paper was a surprisingly detailed ink sketch of Darian looking off to the side. His name was listed as Unknown, his true origins Unclear, and a total reward of 100,000 Ryo was offered for his head.
Below the portrait were his estimated combat traits: Wandering Rogue, No Headband, Estimated Chunin-Level, Confirmed User of Specialized Lightning Release, Last Seen at Takayanagi Onsen Ryokan.
"Tch... a measly 100,000 Ryo?" Darian scoffed, crumpling the parchment in his fist. "Who the hell are these Yakuza scumbags trying to insult?"
Seeing that his life was valued at such a pathetic, low-tier bounty made Darian deeply annoyed. Back in the One Piece universe, the Marine Headquarters had shown him immense respect, issuing an initial bounty of 66,000,000 Berries for his head after his very first major battle.
To be completely honest, Darian truly couldn't fathom why weaklings were always so eager to place a price on their own executioner's head. Ever since he had arrived in this world hours ago, the only locals he had clashed with were those scumbag debt collectors at the izakaya.
Darian was furious that a few small-town loan sharks had the audacity to issue a hit on him. He resolved that the moment he stepped back onto the main street, he would wipe out their entire syndicate down to the last man.
He grabbed the assassin's corpse by the collar, flexed his broad back muscles, and casually hurled the dead weight out through the shattered wooden wall into the dark forest below.
The entire skirmish had taken less than two minutes.
However, the violent physical motion of throwing the heavy body caused the bath towel loosely wrapped around Darian's waist to slip off entirely. As he turned back around, the towel hit the wet tiles, and his massive, rock-hard penis sprang free, slapping heavily against his muscular, vein-lined abdomen.
Darian was standing directly facing Shizune, Tsunade, and Madame Takayanagi, and all three women were looking right at him.
Even though Shizune had managed to remain relatively calm while men were dying in front of her, the sudden sight of Darian's massive, fully erect manhood looming over the water immediately terrified her. A sharp, deafening scream erupted from the teenage medic's throat.
Even Tsunade, who had been trembling in the grip of her hemophobia, flushed a deep, feverish red from her neck to her forehead. It was utterly massive—a terrifying, dominant weapon that completely defied anything she had ever read in medical anatomy books.
As for a mature, experienced woman like Madame Takayanagi, she couldn't help but cover her gasping mouth with both hands, her long, pale legs reflexively pressing tight together as a sudden wave of heat flooded her core.
Shizune's high-pitched, piercing scream hurt Darian's eardrums. He scowled, barking impatiently, "What the hell are you screaming about, girl?!"
The intense, humiliating shock of the sight temporarily forced Tsunade's mind out of her blood-induced panic. Hearing Darian's arrogant roar, Tsunade's legendary temper flared, and she shouted back in pure irritation, "You shameless pervert! Cover that filthy, ugly thing up right now! It's an eyesore!"
Hearing Tsunade's harsh words, Darian—who had just reached down to pick up his fallen towel—instantly froze. His dark eyes turned icy cold. What man wouldn't be deeply enraged when his most prized physical asset was openly called a 'filthy, ugly thing' by a woman?
"You barren old hag..." Darian hissed, his tone dropping into a dangerous baritone. "Say that to my face again."
Just as men despise being called pathetic virgins, women loathe being insulted regarding their age and lack of a partner. Calling an unmarried woman in her late twenties or thirties a 'barren old hag' or a 'leftover woman' didn't just target her age—it explicitly declared that no man wanted her.
Whether it was a young girl, a mature lady, or a legendary Sannin, every single woman on Earth or in the Elemental Nations utterly despised being called old.
Upon hearing the words barren old hag, Tsunade—who just moments ago had needed Shizune's physical support to stand—instantly felt a surging, violent wave of adrenaline flood her veins. Thick, blue veins bulged visibly across her forehead and temples.
"Who the fuck are you calling an old hag?!" Tsunade roared, her voice echoing off the stone walls so loudly that both Shizune and the landlady immediately covered their ears in pain.
Tsunade was completely furious, and Darian's pirate temper was equally unhinged!
"What's the matter, you old virgin?" Darian mocked openly, taking a step forward through the steam. "You're well past thirty, completely unmarried, broke, and no man has ever dared to touch you! What else are you besides a miserable, leftover old maid?!"
The moment the words left Darian's mouth, Tsunade snapped.
WHOOSH!
A pale, delicate-looking fist ripped through the steam, flying straight toward Darian's chest. A terrifying, dense concentration of blue chakra was visible around her knuckles, turning her punch into an absolute weapon of mass destruction.
Although Tsunade possessed a world-class figure and an extraordinarily beautiful face, Darian was not a simping fool like Jiraiya. Faced with Tsunade's violent, arrogant personality, Darian had been irritated for hours and genuinely wanted to beat her pride into the dirt.
Tsunade's explosive speed was incredible, but Darian didn't even attempt to dodge.
Faced with a blow that had famously broken Jiraiya's ribs and nearly killed him in the past, Darian stood his ground. He clenched his right fist, activating his Preta Path energy-absorption ability as a faint, translucent aura enveloped his chest.
Seeing that Darian made zero effort to dodge or raise a guard, Tsunade—whose massive strike had already passed the point of no return—felt a sudden spike of shock. She tried to pull her physical force back, but it was far too late.
The mountain-shattering punch struck Darian's bare chest dead-on.
THUD!
And then... nothing happened.
A strike capable of splitting solid bedrock and shattering city gates landed squarely against Darian's pectorals. Tsunade felt as if the entire destructive force of her chakra had plunged into a bottomless, silent ocean. Not only did she fail to launch Darian backward, but she couldn't even make his feet slide an inch across the wet tiles. Her chakra was completely swallowed up, leaving not a single red mark on his skin.
Darian wasn't surprised in the slightest. He stood over six feet tall, easily towering two full heads over Tsunade's five-foot-four frame. He looked down at the legendary Sannin with a cold, indifferent glare.
"What's the matter, Sannin?" Darian sneered down at her. "Is that pathetic tap the full extent of your legendary strength? Now... try taking one of my punches."
Without relying on flashy ninjutsu, Darian condensed his raw physical cellular power, activating Second Gear within his dense, silicone-enhanced muscles.
He threw a straight right punch directly at her face. The sheer speed of his fist tore through the humid air, creating a sharp, sonic crack that shattered the remaining glass windows in the bathhouse.
"Not good!" Tsunade's eyes widened in sheer, instinctual terror.
Realizing the lethality of the incoming blow, Tsunade frantically crossed her forearms in front of her chest, channeling every single drop of her available defensive chakra into her arms to form an emergency shield.
BOOM!
Darian's fist, amplified tenfold in raw kinetic velocity, slammed directly into Tsunade's crossed forearms.
Tsunade experienced a level of pure, unadulterated violence she had never felt in her entire life. This wasn't the refined, chakra-enhanced physical shockwave of her own style—this was pure, compressed, heavy kinetic mass being driven by a monster's willpower.
She couldn't sense a single milligram of chakra fluctuating from Darian's body; it was pure, unadulterated physical muscle. The Senju clan had always prided themselves on possessing superhuman physical bodies, but faced with Darian's Human Path structure, Tsunade experienced firsthand what true physical terror felt like.
The exact microsecond his fist collided with her forearms, Tsunade heard a sickening CRACK echo through her body. Her arm bones, acting as her primary shield, splintered under the immense impact.
If she hadn't instinctively reinforced her bone density with defensive chakra at the last possible second, Tsunade had zero doubt that Darian's single punch would have obliterated her arms and turned her upper torso into a bloody, unrecognizable paste.
The catastrophic shockwave radiating off his fist instantly shredded the thin white bathrobe she was wearing.
Where Darian had been the only naked person in the room a moment ago, the explosive pressure now left them both completely, stark naked in the center of the bathhouse.
Freed from the constraints of the shredded cotton, Tsunade's massive, snow-white breasts sprang out into the open air. Under the lingering kinetic impact of the punch, her heavy, un-corseted globes wobbled and bounced violently like soft jelly.
With an agonizing creak of stone and bone, the residual kinetic energy traveled clean through Tsunade's body, driving her feet down into the bedrock and detonating the surrounding hot spring.
The remaining water in the massive pool violently erupted into the air, transforming into a thick, scalding rainstorm that flooded the bathhouse.
Shizune was blasted backward by the atmospheric pressure wave, tumbling across the tiles, while Madame Takayanagi was launched several meters away, hitting the far wall with a gasp before sliding to the floor.
Darian slowly pulled his fist back, shaking the residual steam off his knuckles. Looking down, he saw that the thermal water—which had previously reached his knees—was now entirely gone, drained into the massive, web-like crater that had formed beneath Tsunade's feet.
Centered directly on Tsunade, a deep, sunken crater sat in the bedrock, with massive fissures spreading out across the entire bathhouse floor, swallowing the last drops of water.
Feeling the agonizing, sharp pain throbbing in her cracked arm bones, Tsunade looked up at Darian, who was staring down at her with absolute, predatory indifference.
'Where the fuck did this monster come from?!' Tsunade thought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 'Even my grandfather, Hashirama... he didn't possess this level of raw physical destruction without actively tapping into Sage Mode or Senjutsu!'
Darian's temper was flaring at an all-time high. Transmigrating into a new world, having his progress delayed, and now having his private bath interrupted by a loudmouthed gambler had completely broken his patience.
Even though Tsunade was standing before him completely naked—her world-class, massive breasts fully exposed without a single stitch of clothing—Darian felt zero immediate lust. His mind was focused entirely on dominance.
Of course, his body was telling a slightly different story—his thick, erect manhood was still standing proud and rigid just inches from Tsunade's face, a testament to his unstoppable vitality.
"So... the 'Legendary Sannin' I've heard so much about... the famous war heroes known throughout the world... are only this weak?" Darian sneered, his voice dripping with pure disdain.
Seeing Darian's contemptuous glare and hearing his sharp, mocking words, Tsunade—who had been on the verge of backing down due to her broken arms—felt her legendary Senju pride completely explode.
If she didn't beat this arrogant brat into the dirt right here and now, how could she ever face the ninja world again as a Sannin?! Besides, in her entire life, she had always been the one breaking men's bones—no man had ever dared to strike her this hard!
Chapter 103: The Power of the Sannin
The cold, absolute contempt shining in Darian's dark eyes was something Tsunade's legendary Senju pride fundamentally could not tolerate.
"You arrogant little bastard... who the hell do you think you are?!" Tsunade roared.
Her naked, voluptuous figure flashed and completely vanished in a microsecond, the sheer kinetic acceleration of her movement producing a deafening sonic boom that shattered the remaining tiles around the crater.
BOOM!!
Before Darian could even track her movement, Tsunade had reappeared directly inside his guard. Her fist hammered violently into his chest. The sheer, overwhelming force of the impact launched Darian entirely out of the ruined hot spring.
His massive body was thrown completely backward through the air, tracing a high, parabolic arc. He flew completely over the wooden protective wall of the bathhouse and crashed heavily onto the grass more than twenty meters away in the dark forest. His body violently plowed through the earth, leaving a long, deep trench in the grass and dirt before finally skidding to a halt.
"Damn... she's strong enough," Darian grunted, spitting a mouthful of dirt into the grass.
He slowly pushed himself up from the trench, clenching his right fist and feeling a slight, tingling numbness spreading through his chest and arm. He couldn't help but offer a nod of genuine praise to her raw physical power.
When he took Tsunade's initial punch inside the bathhouse, he was left entirely unharmed because he had aggressively used the Preta Path ability to actively absorb the destructive chakra and force right off her knuckles. But this time, Darian had deliberately chosen to withstand the attack with his raw, unshielded body to test his limits. He now fully understood why Tsunade was feared worldwide as the 'Woman of Superhuman Strength.'
Although Tsunade was incredibly strong by local standards, compared to a physical monster like Darian—who had repeatedly broken his cellular limits through demonic cultivation and Haki training—her baseline muscular strength was merely decent.
However, Tsunade's Cherry Blossom Impact was an entirely different beast. It was a highly lethal technique that relied on flawlessly precise chakra control. She condensed a massive volume of dense chakra into a specific limb, and then unleashed a devastating, explosive burst of kinetic energy upon impact that could effortlessly shatter steel walls and crush bedrock.
Whether it was completely due to her blind, blood-pumping rage or not, Tsunade didn't bother grabbing a towel. She leaped out of the ruined bathhouse completely naked, her bare feet landing heavily on the grass a few yards away from him.
As Tsunade landed, the violent physical motion caused her massive, impossibly heavy breasts to sway and bounce wildly against her chest.
A powerful feint, Darian thought, his eyes unconsciously tracking the movement.
The heavy, mesmerizing shaking of her flesh actually made Darian's head spin a little, slightly distracting him from the fight.
Seeing the highly explicit, predatory gaze from Darian locked squarely onto her chest, Tsunade didn't bother trying to cover herself up with a girlish, modest act. Instead, she merely glared at him and scolded, "What the hell are you staring at, pervert? Believe me, if you keep looking at me like that, I'll rip your goddamn eyes out."
"My eyes are currently my own, old woman. I can look at whatever the hell I want," Darian replied, pulling himself out of the trench with a cold, disdainful expression. "You just have a little bit of extra fat sitting on your chest. What's it to you? What's there to be so incredibly proud of?"
Two more thick veins violently bulged across Tsunade's forehead. She was absolutely determined to beat this shameless, arrogant bastard into a bloody, unrecognizable pulp tonight.
CRACK!
The solid ground beneath her bare feet violently trembled, then instantly shattered and exploded. Deep fissures spread out through the dirt like ripples on a pond.
People often made the fatal mistake of assuming that Tsunade was merely a passive healer and actively ignored her lethality in close combat. In terms of pure, raw burst damage, even Orochimaru, another of the legendary Sannin, was absolutely nowhere near as fiercely destructive as Tsunade.
As a Kage-level physical powerhouse, Tsunade's foot speed was naturally terrifying. With a light, explosive tap of her toes against the dirt, she dashed forward.
Whoosh!
A pale blur flashed through the darkness. Tsunade swung her fist, aiming to slam it directly into Darian's face. The exaggerated, compressed force of her punch tore through the night air, producing a high-pitched whistling sound.
Another super-powered punch? Darian thought.
A heavy punch coming straight at his face? How could a pirate captain possibly tolerate that? He made a living off his golden-ratio looks!
Without bothering to dodge or weave, Darian firmly planted his feet in the dirt and threw a massive punch of his own to intercept her. Without any fancy martial arts forms or complex moves, it was a simple, brutal straight punch—a strike so fast and heavy it gave the absolute illusion that it had blocked all possible physical escape routes.
BANG!
Two fists—one large and dense, one small and pale—collided violently in the dead center of the forest clearing.
BOOM!
The catastrophic burst of kinetic energy transformed into an invisible, explosive shockwave that ripped rapidly outwards. Like a bomb detonating, the impact instantly unleashed a violent, artificial hurricane that swept across the entire backyard of the inn.
The turf and heavy dirt on the ground were violently blown away by the air pressure, and even the wooden railings of the hot spring patio twenty meters away groaned, on the absolute verge of collapsing.
Is that truly all the physical strength you've got?
Tsunade looked at Darian with a calm, focused expression, but internally, her mind was completely reeling in shock.
Although she still didn't understand how Darian had managed to take her initial punch to the chest completely unscathed, she knew that first strike had only contained three-tenths of her maximum force. But this punch—the one currently locked against his fist—was a monstrous strike infused with seven-tenths of her absolute maximum strength!
No one in the ninja world ever underestimated Tsunade's seven-tenths output. Forget seven-tenths; even a casual, un-enhanced slap from her could shatter a brick wall into dust.
This was the true, terrifying power of her superhuman strength. With highly precise, absolute control over her chakra, she unleashed a devastating burst of localized energy. Solid stone? It was no different from wet tofu against her knuckles!
Yet, Darian had taken it head-on without showing a single shred of physical difficulty.
"Stop trying to show off, you barren old hag. If you weren't a woman, I would have already slapped your head clean off your shoulders!" Darian mocked loudly, completely ignoring her fist as his eyes deliberately drifted back down to stare openly at her bouncing, snow-white breasts.
In reality, his own arm was trembling slightly from the sheer kinetic feedback. 'So this is the true, legendary power of her superhuman strength?' Darian thought, his combat instincts flaring.
It was a truly terrifying ability. In terms of pure, raw physical power, Crocodile—one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea—had already been brutally and effortlessly beaten down by Darian's fists. Yet, the big-breasted woman standing naked in front of him possessed enough localized, explosive strength to completely rival his baseline Human Path structure!
"Are you seriously still actively daydreaming while fighting me?!"
When Tsunade noticed Darian's absent-minded, highly disrespectful expression, her face darkened completely. She roared in a fit of pure, unadulterated rage.
"Who the hell do you think you're fighting, you arrogant brat?!"
BUZZ!!
With terrifyingly precise control over her chakra network, Tsunade leaped high into the air with one foot, raising her long, flawless leg high above her head before bringing her heel down with the force of a falling meteor.
BANG!!!
"Heavenly Kick of Pain!"
CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!
With a deafening thud, the earth beneath her heel shattered instantly. Countless tiny, deep fissures—indistinct in detail but utterly devastating in scale—spread rapidly outwards through the dirt like a swarm of aggressive, writhing snakes.
The earth suddenly sank. The entirely shattered ground within a twenty-meter radius abruptly caved in by several inches. A terrifying, violent aura rippled outwards, transforming into a visible, destructive storm of dirt and debris.
From the frontal impact zone of her kick, a massive, jagged chasm burst forth from the earth like a subterranean dragon, roaring and baring its fangs as it aggressively charged straight toward Darian's position.
"You think you're the only one who can stomp?!" Darian roared, his blood pumping with the thrill of battle.
Seeing the deep, black cracks violently spreading toward his feet, Darian leaped high into the air. Taking full advantage of the downward momentum and gravity, he instantly shifted his internal cellular structure into Second Gear and slammed his heel down.
BOOM!!
With a single, devastating stomp, the earth collapsed violently once more. Unable to bear the sheer weight of his kinetic mass, the already heavily cracked ground completely exceeded its physical limit.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Countless new, massive cracks expanded rapidly at a visible speed from his heel. In the blink of an eye, the kinetic shockwave from his stomp collided violently with the devastating force emitted by Tsunade's Heavenly Kick.
The night air suddenly grew completely still, and the chaotic scene seemed to freeze in time for a microsecond.
Then, the earth was destroyed in an instant!
Centered perfectly on the two combatants, the ground within a hundred-pace radius entirely collapsed inward, leaving only countless shattered, broken boulders and massive pieces of earth momentarily floating in the air.
Fortunately, the two monsters had moved some distance away from the Takayanagi hot spring hotel during the initial clash, otherwise the massive building would have suffered catastrophic structural losses.
"Old maid... it's my turn to make a move this time!" Darian shouted across the crater.
Being called an old maid yet again caused Tsunade's anger—which had finally begun to cool into tactical focus—to violently surge right back up.
"You dare swear at me again?!" Tsunade screamed.
But Darian didn't need to curse; he had already launched his attack.
BANG!
With a single, explosive stomp, a deep crater appeared in the bedrock beneath his feet, and Darian's body shot forward like a fired cannonball.
In Second Gear, his raw physical strength, acceleration, and even his agility and neurological reaction time were all drastically amplified. His unique "Frictionless" ability allowed his body to completely ignore ambient air resistance, making Darian's forward speed utterly terrifying.
To the naked eye, only a fleeting, white afterimage could be seen crossing the gap.
In the next second, the afterimage solidified, and Darian's massive figure suddenly reappeared directly in front of Tsunade. He launched a brutal, high-speed flying kick aimed straight at her exposed chest.
I don't give a damn if you're a papaya or a watermelon, Darian thought viciously. I'm going to stomp your chest completely flat and turn you into an airport runway. Let's see how damn arrogant you can act then.
'He's so fast!' Tsunade's pupils contracted sharply.
She was deeply shocked by Darian's sudden acceleration, but as a war veteran, her neurological reaction was incredibly fast. She instantly crossed both her arms tightly in front of her chest and took a rapid half-step back, deeply rooting her feet into the ground to brace for impact.
*s she planning to take my flying kick head-on? Darian thought.
But just as Darian believed Tsunade was going to stubbornly take his kick to her chest, he saw her suddenly slide fluidly to the side.
She dodged it!
Could she have physically withstood a fully powered flying kick from a monster in Second Gear? Yes, she could have. But she wasn't stupid! Why the hell would a shinobi force a brutal, head-on clash when a simple evasion was tactically superior?
Tsunade slid perfectly past Darian's extended leg. With flawless timing, she delivered a swift, brutal chop directly to the side of his neck, unleashing her monstrous strength right into his shoulder to completely redirect his forward momentum.
RUMBLE!!
Darian was sent flying violently sideways into the deep forest, crashing through and completely shattering several massive pine trees before hitting the dirt.
"Ptooey! Ptooey!"
Darian aggressively spat out a mouthful of dirt and crushed leaves, his face twisting in a scowl as he muttered loud curses. "How the hell can a woman dragging around two massive, fat lumps on her chest be so damn agile? Are those things fake?!"
"That actually really fucking hurt!" Darian groaned, sitting up and aggressively rubbing his sore shoulder.
Is there seriously nothing wrong with his body at all?
A strange, highly analytical light flashed in Tsunade's amber eyes. She had specifically aimed that precise neck chop to instantly sever his nerves and knock the opponent completely unconscious. She had aggressively used the raw momentum of his own sprint to guide him into the forest, hitting him with a full eight-tenths of her maximum strength.
'The physical feedback on that strike didn't feel right either,' Tsunade analyzed, her mind racing. 'It was literally like hitting a block of solid, industrial rubber—it yielded slightly, yet it was incredibly tough and resilient to blunt trauma.'
Tsunade slowly flexed her wrists, looking solemnly across the ruined clearing at the cursing, swearing foreigner picking himself out of the dirt.
Where the hell did this physical monster come from?
Darian spat a wad of dirt into the grass.
Tsunade focused her attention entirely on his posture. With a loud, explosive bang, a massive figure emitting a faint white halo rushed aggressively towards her at blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, Darian had covered a distance of tens of meters.
His hand lunged forward like a vicious claw, aiming squarely for her heavy, bouncing breasts.
'That absolute bastard! Does he only aim his attacks at a woman's most sensitive spots?!' Tsunade thought, furious.
Her massive chest was a physical feature she was highly, arrogantly proud of, and this scumbag foreigner was actually using such a despicable, degrading method of attack. Tsunade deeply disliked anyone targeting her 'precious children,' so Darian deliberately and maliciously targeted her vital points to piss her off.
You think you can just violently shake those things in my face to distract me? I'll flatten them, Darian thought, his claw closing in.
A dark shadow fell over Tsunade's eyes. After several high-speed exchanges, even Tsunade—who was universally known as the most terrifying close-combat specialist alive—wanted to file a formal complaint. She possessed absolutely zero physical advantage against Darian's rubbery, frictionless body. Furthermore, Darian was just incredibly, impossibly fast.
Knowing she couldn't continue to confront Darian's blunt force head-on without exhausting her chakra, she decided to rely on her elite shinobi tactics.
As Darian's hand closed in, Tsunade swiftly extended her left hand and viciously flicked her index finger!
BANG!
Her slender finger precisely struck the main nerve cluster on Darian's wrist, instantly making his outstretched "dog paw" stiffen. The pressure points in his arm were violently impacted by a highly concentrated, paralyzing burst of medical chakra.
Just as Darian's arm went numb, Tsunade didn't retreat. Instead, she aggressively advanced, crashing headfirst into Darian's chest to close the gap. She tightly clenched her right fist and unleashed a massive, localized burst of chakra.
BOOM!
A devastating, point-blank punch landed squarely on Darian's exposed abdomen!
Her precise chakra control unleashed a terrifying, concentrated kinetic force that sent him flying backward. Darian hurtled out of the clearing like a fired cannonball, crashing violently into the dark forest once again.
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