"You truly are a hopeless race. Even the Viltrumites are not this arrogant…" Drov laughed coldly, staring at the ninja who had spoken.
"You want my life… come and take it."
The moment he finished speaking, the ninja did not hesitate. He leapt from the tree, gripping a sharp kunai, and lunged at Drov, aiming to slit his throat.
"No, wait wait wait .stop! Don't get close to him!"
The scarred ninja shouted when he saw his comrade attempting to fight the monster with taijutsu. He had personally witnessed Drov's terrifying physical strength.
Although he had warned his comrades earlier when he regrouped with them after retreating, it seemed they had not taken it seriously.
Drov moved his hand at high speed and caught the kunai, completely disregarding its sharpness, which couldn't even scratch his skin. With his other hand, he flattened his palm and swung it like an executioner's blade, severing the Sarutobi ninja's head from his neck.
Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and kicked the body, which was spraying blood like a fountain from its neck, all while keeping the kunai in his hand.
Boom!!
The poor ninja's body crashed into the Sarutobi ninja, who failed to react in time, everything had happened in mere seconds.
"Use ninjutsu to trap him!" the scarred ninja shouted, swallowing his fear as he stepped back slightly.
The others followed his advice and began forming hand signs to unleash ninjutsu. At the same time, Drov moved.
He threw the kunai he had taken earlier.
Whoosh!
The kunai flew so fast the ninja couldn't follow it, piercing straight through the chest of an unfortunate target.
Drov appeared instantly before another ninja who had just completed his hand signs, his chest swelling as he prepared to unleash a technique.
"No, you won't," Drov said coldly, grabbing the ninja by the neck.
The interruption caused backlash,the ninja coughed blood from his nose and mouth,but Drov didn't care as he crushed his neck effortlessly.
"Fire Style: Fire Dragon!"
The orange flames lit up the dark night, forming the head of a ferocious dragon. Drov tightened his grip on the corpse in his hand and used it as a shield while flying toward his next target, breaking through the flaming dragon.
Because of the fire's light, he noticed from the corner of his eye that someone had thrown a kunai at him,but this time, a strange burning paper was attached to it.
After being injured earlier, he had grown cautious of these humans' methods. Without hesitation, he threw the corpse in his hand toward the incoming kunai.
Boom!!
He raised his hand to shield his face from the blood that splattered as the corpse exploded.
"So that strange paper is something like a bomb… interesting," Drov thought, analyzing the explosive tag.
"Wind Style: Cutting Wave!"
"That attack won't work on me again," he muttered coldly as he sensed the sharp pressure in the air. He quickly flew upward, escaping the attack's range.
"Use wind-style ninjutsu! It's his weakness!"
The scarred ninja shouted from behind. After surviving the previous encounter by sheer luck, he no longer had the courage to fight Drov directly and instead focused on analyzing his weakness.
"Easier said than done! That damn monster moves too fast! You can barely see him " one ninja replied in anger and fear as he watched his comrades die so easily.
Another added, staring at Drov, who now looked like a tiny dot in the dark sky
"And he can fly!"
"Launch the signal flare. We need more reinforcements to deal with this enemy,"
another commanded, glaring at the headless corpse of his comrade, blood still pooling beneath it.
He raised his head and turned to the scarred ninja, asking with frustration:
"Jerma, how exactly did your team get involved with this man?"
A flare shot into the sky, glowing like a small star.
Drov, floating in the air, frowned slightly as he stared at the crimson light.
"A signal flare? What's the purpose of that?"
He shifted his focus back down, looking at the humans below who now resembled tiny ants from his height.
"Are you calling for reinforcements? I don't have time to play with you."
He touched the wound on his chin, which had closed but left behind a noticeable scar. His expression twisted into something ugly as he felt it.
"I need to return to the Empire to deal with this damn poison."
Poor Drov… he wanted to return to the Viltrumite Empire to heal himself, unaware that 99.99% of his race had already fallen, reduced to decoration on their once-beautiful planet.
"Time to end this nonsense."
He muttered coldly, clenching his fist before launching upward. Once he reached a sufficient height, he adjusted his position and began descending rapidly.
He cut through the air like a projectile, tearing through violent winds. As he neared the ground, he adjusted his posture and struck the earth with both fists, channeling all his momentum into the impact.
Boom!
From the point of impact, the ground shattered as if struck by a catastrophic earthquake. Destruction spread rapidly, turning the forest into a massive crater resembling a dormant volcanic pit, filled with the shattered remains of the Sarutobi ninja.
None survived. Even their bodies were destroyed by the sheer force of Drov's attack.
Simply put, Drov's speed and strength were beyond the scope of ninja.
Drov rose from the ground, moving his arms slightly to shake off the numbness. He brushed the dust off himself before staring at the destruction he had caused.
"Viltrumite combat methods are limited…"
Drov thought aloud with a frown, recalling his brief battle with the ninja, if it could even be called a battle. It had been completely one-sided.
Thinking about it more deeply, he realized that Viltrumite fighting methods were somewhat primitive. All they did was swing their fists,some used their legs as well.
None of them used weapons.
If he hadn't come to this planet and witnessed what humans could do, he would have never even considered it.
Since childhood, he had been trained in combat by adult Viltrumites, so he had always found that style sufficient. But against these humans, he realized his fighting style was somewhat lacking.
Simply put, he lacked wide-scale destructive techniques and ranged methods to take lives from a distance.
It wasn't that he enjoyed taking lives,on the contrary, Drov had always shown a strange emotion called mercy.
But that emotion was considered weakness and shame among Viltrumites.
Drov shook his head, pushing aside those complicated thoughts. This was not the time to dwell on them.
Boom!
He flew upward, leaving behind the devastation he had caused.
"I need to find the ship…" he muttered under his breath before suddenly frowning.
"Now that I think about it… how exactly did I fall onto this planet? The last thing I remember is losing consciousness on the ship…"
"Since I fell here alone, I'm certain the ship must be somewhere near this planet…"
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the yellow moon from the corner of his eye.
An idea formed in his mind about the possible location of the crashed spacecraft,he wanted to see if anyone else had survived.
Of course, he did not have much hope for that.