LRAB Chapter 439 Successful Retreat
Chapter 439 Successful Retreat
In a moment of carelessness, Orochimaru's defense finally showed a flaw. The masked man seized this opportunity and launched a devastating attack without hesitation. The power of this strike was astonishing, instantly shattering Orochimaru's painstakingly constructed defensive line. At this moment, Orochimaru, who was completely focused on defense, had no time to make any effective evasive maneuvers.
With a loud bang, Orochimaru was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. His body traced a long arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
After suffering this heavy blow, Orochimaru felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and waves of excruciating pain washed over him, almost causing him to faint. Although he had not yet completely lost his ability to resist thanks to his tenacious will and profound skill, at this moment, maintaining the current situation had become almost a pipe dream for the severely injured Orochimaru.
At this moment, Orochimaru knew that his wisest choice was to seize the opportunity and quickly leave. He understood that his attempt to capture the mysterious masked man and conduct in-depth research on his body to understand the power of life's rules was as unrealistic as a dream.
Recalling the fierce battle just now and the situation he had observed, Orochimaru clearly realized that the powerful being hidden behind the scenes seemed to be able to enter the masked man's body at will to participate in the battle. In this way, even though the masked man seemed to be outnumbered and outmatched at the moment, as long as this potential threat existed, successfully taking over the other's body was nothing short of a pipe dream and a fantasy.
Thinking of this, Orochimaru couldn't help but sigh inwardly, a helpless expression on his face. However, a cunning glint still flickered in his cold eyes, as if he were plotting some new plan.
After all, Orochimaru had endured countless hardships and finally succeeded in obtaining his long-desired goal for this operation—the Rinnegan! Although he only obtained one, it was still a tremendous gain for him. The Rinnegan is, after all, a legendary divine eye technique, possessing immense power and unpredictable abilities.
However, if they insisted on continuing the fight at this point, the consequences would be unimaginable. Judging from the current situation, the enemy's strength was not to be underestimated, and they already held an absolute advantage. Their own side, on the other hand, had already endured a fierce battle and was utterly exhausted, their physical strength and internal energy significantly depleted. If they were to force a fight further, they would likely not only fail to achieve victory but would also find themselves in a desperate situation, possibly even losing their precious lives forever.
Thinking of this, Orochimaru couldn't help but gasp, thinking to himself, "Forget it, I should quit while I'm ahead! As long as I'm alive, I can always fight again." So, he made a quick decision to stop fighting and look for an opportunity to leave.
The battle had progressed to such an intense point that even if Orochimaru desperately wanted to retreat, it would be no easy feat. The masked man's overwhelming strength, especially his masterful control and manipulation of spatial laws, made Orochimaru's attempt to escape this bloody and brutal battlefield solely through his own speed a pipe dream. Moreover, how could that cunning and ruthless masked man let him go so easily?
At this moment, Orochimaru not only needed to fight off the masked man's relentless and ferocious attacks, but also had to mentally rehearse countless retreat plans. However, just as he was racking his brains for a solution, the masked man's attacks became increasingly fierce and cunning, leaving Orochimaru overwhelmed and exhausted. His once agile body was now riddled with wounds and in a sorry state due to the enemy's continuous heavy blows. The excruciating pain from each hit was like a sharp dagger piercing deep into Orochimaru's heart, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, stubbornly resisting, refusing to easily succumb to the predicament before him.
"Boom!" The deafening roar seemed to shake the entire world. Orochimaru, momentarily distracted, slowed his defensive movements for a split second. This brief lapse allowed him to suffer another heavy blow.
A tremendous force slammed into Orochimaru, the impact like a tidal wave, unstoppable. Orochimaru was blasted away like a cannonball at an astonishing speed, then crashed heavily to the ground.
As a cloud of dust billowed up, a huge crater appeared on the ground, like the earth's gaping maw. Orochimaru lay in the crater, looking utterly disheveled.
At this moment, Orochimaru had a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, like a blood-red flower blooming on his pale face, a shocking sight. One of his arms hung limply at his sides, lifeless, clearly having completely lost its strength.
Not only that, Orochimaru's body was also trembling slightly from the intense pain caused by the repeated attacks. Each tremor seemed to convey a pain that went deep into the bones.
Worse still, after that fatal blow, the bones in Orochimaru's arm were completely shattered, with broken bone fragments protruding from the flesh, a gruesome sight. At the same time, his chest had caved in slightly, his once iron-hard chest now appearing incredibly fragile.
If it were his old body, suffering such severe injuries would likely have rendered him powerless to resist, leaving him helpless and at the mercy of others. However, Orochimaru was no ordinary person. Despite his serious injuries, his eyes still shone with an indomitable light, revealing a stubborn will that would never easily yield.
Given Orochimaru's current physical strength, this attack did indeed cause him considerable injury. However, it was far from threatening his life. Nevertheless, if such attacks were to hit him several more times in succession, even with his formidable physical abilities, he would likely find it difficult to withstand them.
Just then, Orochimaru keenly sensed that the masked man had launched another fierce attack. Knowing he couldn't sit idly by and wait to die, he disregarded his injuries, gritted his teeth, and once again channeled the power of the earth element. Instantly, a thick and sturdy wall of earth rose from the ground, surrounding him and adding several layers of solid defense. Not only that, Orochimaru also cleverly incorporated a touch of the wind element. This power, like a nimble breeze, coiled around his feet and sides, greatly increasing his movement speed. With the aid of the wind element, Orochimaru moved like lightning, nimbly traversing the battlefield, successfully avoiding the masked man's successive deadly attacks.
The masked man moved like a ghost, his figure flashing as he unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks on Orochimaru. Each strike carried a deadly threat, as if intent on killing him.
Orochimaru was now struggling to cope, his clothes tattered and torn in several places, blood seeping out and soaking his garments. His eyes were filled with terror and helplessness, his usual composure and calmness completely gone.
Although Orochimaru managed to dodge numerous deadly attacks with astonishing speed, he was acutely aware that this was not a sustainable strategy. The opponent's onslaught was relentless, like a storm, while his own stamina was rapidly dwindling.
As time passed, Orochimaru's movements gradually slowed down, and his once agile skills began to lose their former sharpness. He inwardly groaned, realizing that if he couldn't find a way to defeat his enemy soon, he might truly lose his life today.
However, the masked man's strength was far too great, exceeding Orochimaru's ability to handle him. Whether in power, speed, or technique, the masked man held an absolute advantage. Orochimaru attempted to employ defensive techniques to withstand the attacks, but they were easily countered the moment he made a move, proving utterly ineffective.
At this critical moment, cold sweat poured down Orochimaru's forehead, his heart filled with despair. Was he really going to die so inexplicably at the hands of this mysterious being who had descended upon the masked man's body? Was his path of cultivation truly over today?
Just as the terrifying masked man launched another fierce attack, Orochimaru, though exhausted, did not give up the fight. He gritted his teeth, focusing all his remaining energy on using various defensive techniques to try and withstand the relentless onslaught.
At this moment, the masked man's figure flickered like a ghost, closing in on Orochimaru in the blink of an eye. However, just when everyone thought Orochimaru was about to be trapped, an unbelievable scene unfolded—the masked man, who had been so aggressive and unstoppable, suddenly stopped without warning! Not only that, his body began to tremble violently, as if bound and restrained by some mysterious force, completely losing the ability to continue his attack.
Orochimaru's keen eyes caught the scene before him, and he instantly realized: this was the perfect opportunity to retreat! The masked man's body trembled slightly, clearly unable to withstand the immense pressure exerted by such a vast amount of chakra. His physical condition was already in critical condition, and he was simply unable to continue launching a series of fierce attacks.