Slayer: Look directly at the Seraph, standing on the sun

Chapter 829 Solidification

“We…don’t know who you’re talking about either,” Kai replied honestly.

The air solidified instantly.

Qian Yue's smile vanished, replaced by endless coldness and killing intent.

"Don't know? Then you're useless." He slowly stood up, his tone as cold as if he were pronouncing a death sentence. "In that case, there's no need to keep you alive. Juzo, make your move."

"I can't wait any longer!"

With a sinister grin, Juzo Biwa raised his guillotine, a terrifying power surging through his arm, and brought it down on the three men's heads. "Die, you brats!"

At this critical moment, a green light descended from the sky like a meteor and slammed into the blade of the decapitation sword.

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the forest. The immense impact forced Pipa Juzo back several steps, his hands tingling with numbness.

As the smoke cleared, a middle-aged man in a green bodysuit and sporting a watermelon-shaped haircut stood in front of the three children. Although his posture was somewhat comical, his face, which usually wore a silly grin, was now filled with an unprecedented seriousness and determination.

"Dad?!" Kai stared wide-eyed at the retreating figure in disbelief.

The newcomer was none other than Might Guy, known as the "Eternal Genin".

"Kai! Genma! Ebisu! Run!" Dai roared without turning his head, his voice filled with determination. "I'll hold them off. You all run towards the village with all your might! Don't look back!"

"But...but Dad!" Kai cried out anxiously, "These are the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist! They're all Jonin-level monsters! How can you possibly..."

In his mind, although his father was optimistic and hardworking, he was ultimately just a genin who only knew taijutsu. How could he possibly fight against these seven demons?

"Kai!"

Dai turned his head abruptly. It was Kai's father, whom he had never seen before. Gone was his usual carefree smile; his eyes burned with a fierce flame that seemed capable of scorching one's soul.

"This is... the last lesson I'm going to teach you."

Dai slowly assumed the starting stance, which was the Eight Gates Formation.

"Self-discipline... a restriction that can only be broken when protecting the most precious things." Dai looked at his son, a gentle yet heroic smile playing on his lips, and gave his signature thumbs-up. "This is the moment for me to burn my youth to protect you young sprouts!"

“Dad…” Kai’s tears welled up. He finally understood what his father had always meant by “true power.”

"Run!!!" Dai shouted again.

Genma and Ebisu realized what was happening at that moment, and the two of them grabbed the still crying Kai from either side, gritted their teeth, and turned to run away.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Kurozu Raiya sneered, raising his lightning blade in preparation for unleashing a lightning strike.

However, the next second, a terrifying chakra surge erupted from the green-clad man.

"Eight Gates Formation... Gate of Death, open!!!"

boom--! ! !

The green energy that had covered Dai's body instantly transformed into blood-red steam. It wasn't the color of chakra; it was the light released by blood boiling rapidly and burning with life.

The earth trembled, and the surrounding air seemed to be boiling and distorted. Dai's figure appeared and disappeared in the red steam, like a demon god descending to earth.

The violent shockwave even forced the Seven Ninja Swordsmen to raise their hands to shield themselves from the sandstorm.

"What... what the hell is this?" Tongcao Yeren squinted, a look of surprise on his face.

"Hmph, it's just a bluff." Although Juzo Biwa felt a little uneasy, his arrogance as a strongman made him unwilling to admit that he was intimidated by a mere genin. "A mere Konoha genin, making such a show of things. I'll chop you in half!"

He brandished his decapitation sword once more, charging towards the man enveloped in red steam with disdain and mockery.

"Burn, Youth!!!"

His response was Matt Daly's thunderous roar and a punch that seemed to shatter the heavens.

The air in the jungle seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand and then squeezed violently.

"This...this is impossible!"

The mockery on Biwa Juzo's face froze the moment the green-clad man disappeared. His dynamic vision couldn't detect the man's movement at all; he only felt a terrifying sense of oppression, like a landslide or a tsunami, rushing towards him.

"Xixiang!"

With a deep roar from Might Guy, space twisted violently. A punch was thrown, not directly hitting any object, but the extremely compressed air cannon, like a raging white elephant, slammed into the center of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen's formation with an overwhelming aura of destruction.

boom! ! !

The earth groaned, and giant trees, as thick as several people could hug, were uprooted like weeds and pulverized into countless wood chips by this blow.

……

Hundreds of kilometers away, above the border of Konoha.

Riding on the back of the black eagle, Zhang Hai suddenly tightened the reins, causing the war eagle to hover in mid-air. His scarlet Sharingan eyes were fixed on the depths of the distant forest, his brows furrowed.

"This chakra..."

Even from such a great distance, the towering red pillar of light was still clearly visible. It was no ordinary burst of chakra; it was the final, glorious act of burning life to ashes.

"The art of spiritual transformation!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Hai's soul instantly left his body, transforming into an invisible stream of light that sped rapidly toward the energy burst point.

However, just as his soul approached the area shrouded in red steam, an indescribable burning sensation instantly assaulted him. It was a temperature so high that even the soul trembled; it was the life force that surpassed the limits of humanity.

"This is... the Eight Gates Formation! The Gate of Death?!"

Zhang Hai's soul body merely touched the edge of that energy, and then melted and vanished as quickly as snowflakes under the scorching sun.

As his soul returned to his body, Zhang Hai suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, with a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"That direction... Might Guy?"

Zhang Hai's heart was filled with astonishment. In this ninja world where bloodlines reign supreme and geniuses abound, the Uchiha, Senju, Hyuga... everyone was competing on talent and cheat codes. But at this moment, the uncle who was usually ridiculed by everyone as a "perennial genin," the ordinary man with no bloodline limit and no background, used the most clumsy method, through decades of monotonous training, to shine with a light that made the entire ninja world pale in comparison.

"Is this what they call a 'liver king'..." Zhang Hai murmured to himself, a look of unprecedented respect in his eyes. "Without cheats, without paid items, relying only on passion and countless days and nights of sweat, he trampled these so-called elite Jonin under his feet. Might Guy, you are the real strongman."