There was no rain, the night was dim, and a lonely crescent moon hung high in the sky.
Just like that night, all those years ago.
The difference was that the burning flames illuminated the sky, and everything around was a fiery red, like a purifying lotus.
The boy had become a young man, and he actively blocked that person.
Earth Release rose from the ground, blocking the path of the Shinobi.
A Ninja Dog, leading the way, transformed into smoke and vanished.
As if sensing the boiling killing intent of White Fang, a large group of Summer Red Soldiers in the sky suddenly swooped down, attacking the many Shinobi.
Immediately, the Shinobi scattered cautiously, and at the same time, the Summer Red Soldiers flapped their wings, deftly turning sharply and pursuing relentlessly.
The distance closed in a few seconds, and then they all exploded, beautiful fireworks blooming all around, leaving only the two confronting figures on the empty long street.
A reunion after many years.
Both were silent.
This guy's scent is off.
In the distance, Miki, monitoring the battlefield, looked thoughtful.
She had caught an unexpectedly big fish.
The next second, the beast-like slaughter began.
White Fang crouched low like a dog, and the tall man opposite him also adopted a strange stance.
He got down on all fours, lowering his body like a dog.
Even stranger were his legs; muscles rippled and deformed, bending like an animal's to adapt to a beast-like powering stance.
Next was his back, which arched grotesquely like a canine's, aiding in four-legged running and propulsion.
On both sides of his spine and on his hands and legs, rows of hollow, short, thick pillars stood up, like menacing barbs.
A closer look revealed that the huge Shinobi claws were actually arms that had grown out of this guy.
His body was covered in various sizes of tumors and lumps.
Overall, he was hideous and terrifying, like a demon.
These tumors and lumps were not just for show; their surfaces reflected light, like the exoskeleton armor of some kind of shell creature.
The scene looked like two beasts, one large and one small, confronting each other on the street.
One person held a short blade, while the other beast's two claws gleamed with cold light.
They were opponents of the same caliber.
This referred to an abnormal Shinobi battle, a low-stance struggle.
Was it a Husky versus a Ghost-Faced Mastiff?
A rare and curious sight.
Compared to his opponent, White Fang seemed somewhat ordinary; his appearance lacked any intimidation, and in contrast, he temporarily appeared exceptionally small and thin.
Accompanied by flashes of lightning and a heavy roar, the two rushed forward, charging straight at each other.
White Fang merely lowered his body and ran on two feet, electricity flashing and emanating from him, stimulating cell activity to increase speed and reaction.
The White Fang blade in his hand glowed with a gentle, non-blinding white light.
This kid doesn't seem to have improved much; it's still the same old tricks from years ago.
A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and as he sprinted, the pipe-like structures on the man's back, hands, and feet continuously rumbled with a low roar. Blue Chakra flames spewed from the pipes, providing continuous powerful thrust for his mad dash.
Two trailing streaks of light collided head-on.
In an instant, White Fang, covered in lightning, was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
Like a skipping stone on a river, he tumbled backward through the long street, hitting the ground, flying up, and falling again, several times, before crashing heavily into a courtyard wall at the street corner. Dust flew up from the collapsing bricks.
???
Miki raised a question mark.
Is this guy serious?
Doesn't he know his own strength?
Just going for a head-on collision?
Nikyokurowa Pig Helper laughed maniacally, his laughter piercing and frantic, indicating severe mental illness.
Most Shinobi suffer from such conditions, whether mild or severe, often involving psychological distortion or perversion, but this guy's mental state was particularly deranged.
Laughing wildly, Pig Helper did not let White Fang off. Flames fiercely jetted from his pipe-like structures, and he shot out from his spot at high speed, charging straight towards White Fang in the ruins. His two claws violently dragged along the ground like ten sharp swords, simultaneously slashing down from left and right.
"Die!!! Hahahahaha!!!"
With a thunderous crash, White Fang sprang up, and with a backhand strike, he slashed at the opponent's head.
Hm?
Although puzzled as to why White Fang, after taking such a heavy blow, could still counter so nimbly, Pig Helper's reaction was not slow. As he tilted his head, his two hands, which were crossed and couldn't separate in time, raised one claw upwards, blocking the path of the blade.
In a flash of lightning, White Fang let go, and at the same time, his feet lit up with electricity. The released short blade instantly fell and clung to his foot.
At the same time, White Fang nimbly flipped in the air, rotating and raising his heel to directly strike the hilt of the blade.
An unexpected attack arrived in an instant; White Fang's short blade pierced straight through from under the chin.
In agonizing pain, Pig Helper laughed wildly, tilting his head back to evade a fatal blow. The bright white blade emerged from his open mouth, averting the crisis of having his brain shattered by a single strike.
He unleashed power with both hands, not dodging, and raised one hand to strike down at White Fang again.
Too slow.
While in the air, White Fang's other foot accurately kicked the opponent's palm.
Using the violent force and inertia, he was sent flying sideways.
As he tumbled in the air, White Fang's hand glowed with electricity, which then shot out in a beam towards the White Fang blade.
The White Fang blade was pulled from Pig Helper's chin and returned to White Fang's hand. At this point, White Fang landed steadily on the sloping tiled roof of a house.
"You kid! You really can't be underestimated! Hahahahaha!"
Laughing maniacally, like a mad dog, Pig Helper, disregarding his broken mouth, crouched slightly, then jetted flames and launched straight from his spot, charging directly at White Fang.
Although his speed was extremely fast, in White Fang's eyes, it was incredibly slow.
White Fang had always had a problem.
His physical reaction speed couldn't keep up with his neural reflex speed.
That is, his brain had already thought of the third action, but his body was only just completing the first action.
Although in daily battles, he was already a step faster than ordinary people.
He even developed a Ninjutsu to stimulate body cells to speed up his physical reaction.
But at this point, it was already his limit.
He didn't have a strong enough body with monstrous talent, and often felt he was just an ordinary guy.
He didn't have powerful, wide-ranging Ninjutsu; even his proud Lightning Release nature transformation Ninjutsu, White Fang, couldn't be sustained for long.
He could only constantly refine his swordsmanship and tactical nuances, striving for an assassination style focused on fatal strikes.
To defeat the strong with the weak.
And this kind of thick-skinned opponent was the most difficult for him.
But...
As long as his body could keep up with his reactions, he could become even faster!
Eight Gates: First Gate: Gate of Opening
Open!
The brain's limitations were removed.
Overloading the body's energy to increase attack and speed, achieving 100% of the body's power.
Eight Gates: Second Gate: Gate of Healing
Open!
Removing the body's fatigue limit, over-compressing body energy to restore stamina, thereby counteracting the fatigue caused by opening the first gate's energy consumption.
The Third Gate was the last safe zone, but after trying it, White Fang found it unsuitable for him.
The violent Chakra prevented him from using Ninjutsu, making it a net loss.
White Fang watched Pig Helper charging at him.
If one stab wasn't enough, he'd stab a second time. If a second wasn't enough, he'd go for a third.
Until the opponent was dead.
White Fang would not stop.
Under the goofy dog mask, White Fang's face was ferocious.
White Fang Mad Dog Mode!
Open!
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