blogombal Chapter 436 Defeat (Part 2)
Chapter 436 Defeat (Part 2)
Orochimaru's narrow, cold eyes gleamed with greed and determination. He knew that everything his opponent displayed was a priceless treasure he had always dreamed of. It might be a mysterious power, a precious piece of knowledge, or even a divine artifact that could help him break through his limitations and reach a higher level. How could Orochimaru easily let go of such tempting "spoils"? Even if the road ahead was fraught with thorns and dangers, he would not hesitate. He knew that if he missed this rare opportunity, he might never again find such excellent materials to enhance his strength. Therefore, no matter the cost, he would firmly grasp it in his hands and not allow his opponent even the slightest possibility of escape!
The masked man's only thought now is to get a chance to escape. He already knows that he doesn't have the strength to fight against his opponent. What he needs now is to make his opponent reveal a weakness so that he can take the opportunity to retreat.
The fierce battle erupted once again! The mysterious masked man's hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals and chanting incantations. Then, beams of green light erupted from his palms, instantly transforming into countless thick branches and massive chunks of wood, sweeping towards Orochimaru like a raging storm. This was the masked man's signature Wood Release ninjutsu, its scale and power astonishing.
Despite the fierce onslaught, Orochimaru showed no sign of panic. He nimbly dodged left and right, skillfully avoiding the whistling pieces of wood and branches. However, the masked man seemed determined not to give Orochimaru a chance to breathe, continuously unleashing more and stronger Wood Release ninjutsu, completely sealing off the space around Orochimaru in an attempt to prevent him from getting closer.
Orochimaru was fully aware of the masked man's intentions, yet he remained remarkably calm and composed. He understood that such a high-intensity attack couldn't last long; his opponent would inevitably become overwhelmed by excessive chakra depletion. If he waited patiently and seized that crucial moment, victory would be his.
Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield: the masked man relentlessly unleashed powerful Wood Release ninjutsu, attacking Orochimaru with frenzied abandon; while Orochimaru, as if strolling leisurely, moved freely through the dense barrage of attacks, all the while closely observing the masked man's every move, searching for the best opportunity to counterattack. For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand, and the entire battle reached a stalemate.
The masked man formed hand seals and chanted incantations. A powerful energy surged from his body, instantly forming a vast, all-encompassing ninjutsu light barrier that swept towards Orochimaru. This ninjutsu possessed extremely strong coverage, seemingly intent on engulfing everything within it.
However, each time he unleashed such a powerful ninjutsu, it was an immense burden for the masked man. His chakra drained away rapidly, like a burst dam, and in just a few moments, he felt his strength rapidly dwindling. Despite this, he gritted his teeth and desperately maintained the defensive line, trying to stop Orochimaru from getting closer.
However, in stark contrast to the masked man, Orochimaru appeared remarkably calm and composed. He strolled leisurely through the sealed space, completely unaffected. Looking at Orochimaru's nonchalant demeanor, the masked man felt a surge of despair and confusion. He simply couldn't understand why Orochimaru could so easily counter the ninjutsu he had poured his all into.
At this moment, beads of sweat streamed down the masked man's forehead like raindrops, dripping onto the ground with a soft sound. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and his body began to tremble slightly, but he still refused to give up, continuing to struggle on. However, everyone present could see that he was nearing his limit, and the tide of the battle was gradually turning against him.
Maintaining such a powerful and stable spatial seal was indeed a task that consumed a great deal of energy and strength for Orochimaru. Every single second, he needed to continuously output his own energy to maintain the existence of this barrier. However, despite the enormous consumption, it was not an unbearable burden for Orochimaru, who had now entered the Golden Core stage.
It's important to understand that the golden core within his dantian, radiating brilliant light, was like an inexhaustible source of energy, constantly in a near-frenzied state, greedily absorbing massive amounts of natural energy from the external environment. This absorbed natural energy, through the mysterious and complex refining process within the golden core, was rapidly transformed into the purest, most concentrated, and easily usable power, continuously flowing into Orochimaru's meridians and acupoints to compensate for the enormous energy expenditure he incurred in maintaining the spatial seal.
Therefore, Orochimaru had enough confidence to maintain the spatial seal indefinitely. As long as the miraculous golden core continued to operate at such a high efficiency, he could potentially hold out for much longer, even enough to handle any unforeseen circumstances or powerful challenges. Throughout this long standoff, Orochimaru stood firm like an impregnable fortress within the sealed space, awaiting the moment of final victory.
When Orochimaru keenly sensed that the opponent's attacks were weakening in both power and range, a confident smile quietly appeared on his cold face. He knew perfectly well that victory in this fierce battle was already firmly in his grasp.
However, despite this, Orochimaru was quite annoyed and frustrated by the opponent's constant, wide-area-coverage attacks. After all, this endless and unstrategic attack method was wasting a great deal of his precious time.
Orochimaru knew the importance of time in this operation, and he couldn't allow any unexpected events to disrupt his perfectly planned scheme. Therefore, the moment he noticed the opponent's attacks were noticeably weakening, Orochimaru didn't hesitate to unleash his power, closing in on his opponent with the speed and agility of a ghost.
His agile and nimble figure moved freely across the battlefield, each step carrying decisiveness and killing intent. Orochimaru's goal was crystal clear—to defeat and subdue his opponent as quickly as possible, and then retreat from this dangerous and unpredictable place without hesitation. At this moment, all the strength in his body seemed to be concentrated in one place, solely to achieve this crucial objective.
In that instant, Orochimaru suddenly accelerated at an astonishing speed, rushing towards the masked man like a bolt of lightning. This sudden change left the masked man utterly stunned, with no time to take any effective countermeasures.
Before the masked man could recover from his shock, Orochimaru had already broken through his carefully constructed defenses with unstoppable force, silently approaching him like a ghost. At that moment, the masked man felt a chill rise up his spine, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
In this critical moment, the masked man knew he could no longer rely on conventional methods to defend against Orochimaru's attack. Without hesitation, he concentrated all his chakra into his eyes, fully activating his mysterious and powerful Sharingan. As the Sharingan spun rapidly, everything around him seemed to slow down; every subtle movement, every flow of air, was displayed with crystal clarity before his eyes.
Using the extraordinary perception granted by his Sharingan, the masked man desperately tried to capture Orochimaru's every move, attempting to find even the slightest opening or weakness to dodge his attacks. However, facing such a powerful and cunning opponent, successfully dodging was by no means easy.
With a deafening crash, Orochimaru's figure flashed like a ghost to the masked man's side. His powerful leg muscles bulged, unleashing a devastating whip kick that whistled through the air, striking the masked man squarely in the chest with overwhelming force. The kick was so powerful that the masked man didn't even have time to react before being sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the hard ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
However, Orochimaru didn't pause for a moment. He followed swiftly like a cheetah hunting its prey, giving the masked man no time or chance to catch his breath. His movements were agile, his fists and feet moving in rapid succession, his attacks surging towards the masked man like a relentless tide. Every move contained immense power and exquisite skill, dazzling and overwhelming the man.
Despite activating his Sharingan to its fullest potential, the masked man was still unable to keep up with Orochimaru's lightning-fast attacks. He could only desperately defend his vital points to avoid fatal blows. Even so, as Orochimaru's continuous attacks rained down, his defenses began to crumble.
Finally, under Orochimaru's relentless and relentless attacks, the masked man could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. He lay there, panting heavily, his body covered in wounds, blood gushing from them. Moreover, due to the repeated blows, his consciousness began to blur, as if he might faint at any moment.
Just as Orochimaru thought victory was assured and was preparing to approach the masked man to deliver the final blow and eliminate his opponent, suddenly, an extremely powerful surge of chakra energy erupted from the masked man without warning. This chakra surged and surged, unstoppable like a volcanic eruption. The powerful impact forced Orochimaru to retreat repeatedly, forcing him to temporarily stop and reassess the situation.