LRAB Chapter 120 A Hearty Smile
Chapter 120 A Hearty Smile
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Darkness, like a thick curtain, slowly enveloped Orochimaru's entire laboratory.
In the cold, eerie air, a murderous intent gradually permeated the air, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
Suddenly, layers of black, withered wood surged up from the ground all around, surging wildly like countless thirsty ghost hands, instantly enveloping the entire laboratory.
At that moment, Orochimaru's body twisted strangely, becoming extremely flexible as if it had lost its bones in an instant.
As he rapidly formed hand seals, a large, viscous, and foul-smelling black swamp instantly spread out from beneath his feet, surging wildly toward the heretical image of the heretical dharma.
However, the image of the heretic suddenly burst into a strange and bewitching purple flame, like hellfire, which rapidly devoured and destroyed the black swamp, burning it away bit by bit.
"Mouth"
As the purple flames roared and burned fiercely, Orochimaru continued forward without hesitation.
His eyes flashed with a cold killing intent, and the grass sword in his hand already carried a sharp killing intent as he thrust it straight at the image of the heretic without hesitation.
At that moment, countless dark, withered wood emanations rapidly gathered around the image, instantly coalescing into a clear human figure—a withered wood clone that looked remarkably similar to Sarutobi Shinnosuke!
The withered tree clone stood in front of the Dharma image and engaged in a fierce battle with Orochimaru.
In each of the four corners, four small, menacing Buddha statues slowly rose up.
Their faces were sinister and eerie, and the scarlet Sharingan in the center of their foreheads slowly opened. The eerie chanting immediately echoed in the room, like the ghostly whispers from the deepest hell, making people feel uneasy.
In the next instant, four blazing and eerie purple flames erupted from the Buddha's body, swiftly sealing off the entire laboratory with overwhelming force, trapping Orochimaru inside.
Seeing this, Orochimaru's pupils contracted slightly.
A strange, excited smile crept onto his lips, his tone brimming with unusual excitement and admiration!
"This really surprises me... I never imagined that when you harden your heart, you could be so ruthless and decisive!"
At this moment, Orochimaru felt an unprecedented surge of joy and excitement welling up inside him, as if he had returned to many years ago when he was just someone who looked up to him.
At that time, he was a true legend in the ninja world.
Orochimaru once dreamed that one day he too could possess such decisive and powerful strength.
Now, he finally saw the shadow of the person he had once longed for in the person in front of him, and that person had returned.
Instead of the figure of aging that I so utterly loathed in my memory...:
The longing of childhood, the admiration of youth, and the dreams that have been pursued all along...:
At this moment, all of these feelings were intertwined with the strange and fierce enemy in front of him, making his heart race and even feel incredibly exhilarated!
"In that case, I'll play along to the end!"
Orochimaru suddenly unleashed an endless stream of cold chakra, and countless venomous snakes surged out from all directions like a tidal wave!
It let out a mournful roar and frantically lunged at the surrounding purple flame array, attempting to forcefully break through the deadly situation with its fierce attacks!
The ferocious swarm of venomous snakes surged wildly like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the withered tree clone blocking its path.
The venomous snakes opened their fangs and swiftly and mercilessly tore at the cold and unforgiving wooden body, devouring and tearing it apart completely in moments!
However, Orochimaru did not let his guard down. He stared at the purple flames blocking his way, and his aura became even more surging and fierce.
He was determined to face this unprecedentedly powerful enemy head-on, without any further hesitation or retreat.
Orochimaru has always been a very rational person.
Reason told him that the current situation was extremely dangerous, and the slightest mistake could lead to annihilation.
Yet his inner desires drive him to give it his all and engage in a true showdown with this perfect enemy who rivals the ideal of his dreams!
He won't back down anymore.
At this moment, all he wanted was to meet this unprecedented enemy head-on with unbridled joy.
And so, amidst the eerie and sinister purple flames, Orochimaru finally revealed a genuine smile on his face.
Orochimaru suddenly swung his grass sword, the sharp blade slicing through the darkness with a piercing sound!
He swiftly cleaved the incoming Dry Wood Release technique into countless fragments!
The twisted and ferocious black vines were constantly torn apart by the sword energy, and black sap spurted out from the broken ends!
It scattered and splashed everywhere, like a rain of inky blood.
Just then, the withered tree clone that had just been shattered miraculously reformed...:
He held a dark, eerie wooden stick with a blank expression!
He suddenly charged towards Orochimaru!
The two sides instantly engaged in extremely fierce close combat.
Orochimaru's Kusanagi sword was sharp and swift, each strike precisely aimed at the opponent's vital points.
However, the movements of the withered tree clone were unusually strange. The black wooden stick carried a strong killing intent and a sense of oppression, and it approached Orochimaru's vital points time and time again with great difficulty.
The two exchanged blows, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye. Each collision produced a sharp, piercing sound that shook the surrounding space violently.
Finally, taking advantage of a slight slowdown in the movements of the withered tree clone...
Orochimaru's Grass Sword suddenly transformed into a dazzling sword light, slashing fiercely at the withered tree clone with lightning speed.
Click!
With a single sword strike, the withered tree clone was instantly severed, shattering into countless fragments scattered across the ground.
Orochimaru was breathing heavily, his face as pale as paper, his sword trembling, and his body swaying slightly, clearly having exhausted a great deal of physical strength and chakra.
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a low and eerie voice suddenly came from inside the image of the heretic.
The voice was cold and mechanical, like something synthesized electronically, yet it possessed an indescribable magic, echoing clearly in Orochimaru's ears...
"Orochimaru, has your lifelong dream been to learn all the ninjutsu in the world and completely grasp the truth of all things?"
Accompanied by this whisper, the crimson Sharingan on the Outer Path Dharma Image...:
It slowly rotated and changed, eventually outlining a clear shape of the Mangekyou Sharingan, which was none other than the Mangekyou Sharingan possessed by Uchiha Fugaku!
Orochimaru suddenly regained his senses!
He ignored the charade's enticement and remained focused on the fierce battle between the venomous snake and the purple flames. As his mind returned to reason, he began to analyze the situation before him.
"I see... The Sharingan's power is reversible. If most of the Mangekyou Sharingan's power is transferred to a regular three-tomoe Sharingan, a fake Mangekyou Sharingan can be temporarily created..."
"The original kaleidoscope will degenerate into an ordinary eye and enter a closed state due to the massive loss of pupil power."
His gaze sharpened as he stared at the statue, a look of genuine admiration and praise appearing on his face: "No wonder we couldn't detect that you had secretly transplanted the Sharingan for so long. Truly worthy of you..."
Before he finished speaking, Orochimaru had already completed his hand gesture.
The next instant, the Flying Thunder God teleportation array in the entire laboratory was suddenly activated, and space rapidly and violently distorted!
In an instant, their figures vanished from their original spot and were teleported to the outskirts of a desolate and quiet country of fields.
As space shifted, the purple flame array that had surrounded them finally succumbed to the tearing force of space and quickly collapsed and dissipated. Orochimaru took the opportunity to prepare to leave the battlefield.
However, just when he thought he had finally escaped the crisis...
A pitch-black and terrifying long staff suddenly shot out from the void with lightning speed, piercing through his back fiercely!
"Pfft meow!"
Intense pain instantly swept over his entire body. Orochimaru shuddered violently, and blood flowed continuously from his wounds.
He turned around, his face pale, and saw that the image of the heretic was slowly opening, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly stepped out from within it.
The man's face was hidden in the shadows, yet it exuded a chillingly powerful aura.
With a casual wave of his hand, a thick cloud of smoke billowed up from the ground, and then a completely controlled monk suddenly appeared in the arena.
The monk's eyes had transformed into crimson Sharingan with three tomoe, clearly indicating that they had been completely manipulated and modified.
The black rod inserted into Orochimaru's back also surged with a special and strange power, frantically interfering with the chakra within Orochimaru's body, making him completely unable to move or struggle.
"The head priest of the Fire Temple... I did overlook this matter. Apart from the daimyo, you are the only person in the Land of Fire who can interfere in this position..."
Orochimaru was breathing heavily, but a strange, admiring smile played on his lips...
Tears fell, and Orochimaru was overjoyed!
"What an admirable tactic... Even Danzo would never have imagined that it was all your doing."
The mysterious figure slowly stepped forward, his deep, cold voice resounding: "You know too much, Orochimaru. Only a technique like the Demon Sealing Technique can ensure your complete annihilation."
Under his control, the monk, who was now completely under his control, quickly formed the hand seals for the Corpse Demon Sealing Technique.
In an instant, the surrounding space suddenly became extremely cold and gloomy, and a terrifying phantom of death slowly emerged from the void.
The Grim Reaper's cold gaze was fixed on Orochimaru, his massive scythe raised high, swiftly reaching for Orochimaru's soul.
He must be dragged into eternal darkness.
Looking at the eerie Grim Reaper before him, Orochimaru remained calm as he slowly raised his grass sword.
At the same time, countless venomous snakes spread out from Orochimaru's body in all directions...
However, they were all blocked by the purple flame energy barrier that rose again.
Not even a snake could escape...
The figure standing in the darkness coldly watched Orochimaru struggle in his death throes, and slowly raised his hand.
A brand new offensive is about to be launched...:
"Orochimaru...you are excellent...goodbye."
"Also, I will make arrangements for Sasuke."
Orochimaru remained calm as the deadly attack approached.
All that remains in my heart is regret...
Tobirama-sama, this is as far as I can go with you...