Chapter 222 - 11: Double Lightning Lariat
There’s a saying: "Better to advance with a single thought than to halt with hesitation." Over the years of peace, despite being burdened with the responsibilities of Kazekage, Jing Hang had never slacked off in his personal training. Since he couldn’t rely on any cheats like the Otsutsuki clan’s divine powers, as a transmigrator, he could only continue honing his own strength, improving bit by bit.
Although Jing Hang had hit a "technical" bottleneck in terms of power progression, he had still made significant advancements in many areas. For instance, his mastery of the Xuanyuan Mound Sage Mode had reached the point where he could activate it instantaneously.
The moment Jing Hang dashed forward, he had already activated his high-imitation Lightning Release Armour and Sage Mode. His entire body radiated a dazzling blue-golden glow, and in the blink of an eye, he charged into the formation of Iwagakure ninjas. With a single move, he sent a group of them flying. Bolstered by his speed and strength, his attacks were nothing short of savage and brutal.
Not only that, the ground within an 800-meter radius was already covered in iron sand. From time to time, a black "iron spike" would emerge, instantly piercing through the Iwagakure ninjas like pigs being slaughtered. Within just a few breaths, over 300 corpses of Iwagakure ninjas littered the battlefield.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
Kōka shouted, leaping repeatedly to avoid the emerging iron spikes.
This battle was unwinnable! Even if all 800 of them were sacrificed here, it wouldn’t make a difference. If even half of them could escape, it would be a blessing.
Just as Kōka finished speaking, a massive figure suddenly emerged from the ground not far away, cutting off the Iwagakure ninjas’ retreat.
"Little brats of Iwagakure, come and feel the warmth of Kumogakure!"
The man was none other than the Third Raikage, A, who had been lying in wait. He activated his Lightning Release Armour and, with arms outstretched, charged straight into the group of Iwagakure ninjas.
The three-day, three-night bloodbath had left an indelible mark on the hearts of the Iwagakure ninjas. At the sight of the Third Raikage, it was as if they were staring at the devil himself. Every Iwagakure ninja’s eyes were filled with sheer terror.