klisemfg Chapter 595 Attack
Chapter 595 Attack
This shows that they did not want to directly face the Sannin's desperate counterattack, but rather wanted to slowly wear them down or bury them alive through this method.
"Since you don't dare to launch a direct attack, then you must have a way to deal with it!" Zhang Hai's lips curled into a cold smile.
He quickly formed hand seals, his movements as fast as lightning.
"Transformation Jutsu!" he muttered, his chakra surging as his figure rapidly rose through the smoke, his muscles bulging and his face changing accordingly. When the smoke cleared, standing in the same spot was a tall man with shoulder-length white hair and red face paint—Jiraiya!
After transforming, "Jiraiya" shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the valley: "Yoho, you brats from Iwagakure, I'm here! Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"
He opened his mouth wide, and a vast amount of chakra instantly condensed into blazing flames, spewing out from his mouth. Three enormous fire dragons, carrying the power to incinerate everything, roared from the left, center, and right, like three giant fiery pythons, rushing straight towards the group of Iwa ninja besieging the mountain.
As the fire dragon moved, it periodically spewed out numerous small fireballs towards the ground. Once these fireballs landed, they instantly expanded their burning area, the enormous flames spreading rapidly as if they possessed a life of their own, turning the surrounding land into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye. The explosive power of the flames seemed to threaten to engulf the entire valley, causing the air temperature to rise sharply and crackling with the heat of the fire.
After unleashing this attack, Zhang Hai didn't even bother to check the effects. He knew perfectly well that his purpose was simply to draw fire. The instant the fire dragon spewed out, he turned without hesitation, his figure blurring as he raced off in the opposite direction.
The Iwa ninja were startled by the sudden and fierce attack. They never expected that Jiraiya, who should have been injured and hiding, would suddenly appear and unleash such a powerful ninjutsu. Faced with the overwhelming sea of fire, the Iwa ninja had no time to think, and they all formed hand seals and shouted in unison: "Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall!"
Layer upon layer of sturdy earthen walls, like giant barriers rising from the ground, quickly rose in front of the flames, attempting to block the scorching sea of fire. Huge flames crashed against the earthen walls, producing deafening roars, and waves of heat rolled in, charring the earthen walls black, with some sections even beginning to melt under the scorching heat of the flames.
However, when the flames finally died down and the earthen wall collapsed, riddled with holes, Jiraiya's figure also disappeared, leaving only the smell of burning food in the air and the chaotic discussions of the Iwa ninja.
"Damn it! Wasn't he injured?! The power of this fire jutsu shows no sign of injury!" an Iwa ninja roared.
"That's not right! They should all be inside this mountain!" Another Iwa ninja exclaimed, looking puzzled. They had surrounded the mountain completely, so how did Jiraiya end up outside and even unleash such a powerful ninjutsu?
"What do we do now?!" The Iwa ninja began to panic.
Just then, a ninja dressed in the uniform of Iwagakure, clearly looking like a commander, stepped forward. He calmly observed the surrounding situation, a shrewd glint in his eyes.
"Send a team to chase after that guy!" he shouted, his tone decisive and ruthless. "Whoever he is, kill him on the spot! The rest of you continue attacking this mountain. Don't fall for the enemy's diversionary tactic!" He knew very well that whether it was the real Jiraiya or some imposter, he had to eliminate him. And most importantly, he couldn't let the Sannin escape.
"Yes!" The remaining Iwa ninja responded in unison, quickly dispatching a portion of their forces to pursue Zhang Hai in the direction he had fled, while the remaining Iwa ninja continued their fierce attack on the mountainside. A cat-and-mouse game had quietly begun on the battlefield of Iwagakure.
Having successfully lured away a group of Iwa ninja, Zhang Hai activated his Sharingan beneath his mask as he fled. The crimson tomoe swirled in his eyes, clearly detecting the chakra fluctuations of his pursuers. There were ten pursuers in total, all Chunin and Special Jonin level; in his view, such a group posed no threat. Iwagakure clearly didn't take him seriously, otherwise they wouldn't have sent pursuers of this caliber.
"Hmph, you really underestimate me." Zhang Hai sneered, deactivated his transformation technique, and reverted to his original appearance. He drew the gleaming short sword from his waist, its blade reflecting a chilling killing intent in the moonlight. He stopped running and deliberately slowed down, precisely leading the ten Iwa ninja into the complex terrain of the jungle.
Deep in the jungle, blades flashed, and blood splattered. Within minutes, silence fell. When Zhang Hai reappeared, his short sword was spotless, and the ten Iwa ninja lay dead on the cold ground, their faces filled with disbelief, their eyes closed forever. He had survived three blows from Hatake Sakumo; against these ninjas far weaker than himself, it was practically an instant kill.
After dealing with the pursuers, Zhang Hai didn't linger. He swiftly summoned a black flying puppet from the scroll—a lifelike mechanical eagle. He used his ten fingers to create chakra threads, skillfully controlling the eagle as it took flight. Standing on the eagle's back, he gazed towards the mountain where the Three Sannin were located.
In the distance, the mountain peak, previously besieged by Iwa ninja, was now billowing with thick smoke. The rear of the mountain had been completely breached, and a massive influx of Konoha reinforcements poured in like a tidal wave. The moment the two sides clashed, a fierce and brutal battle erupted. The mountain peak was utterly leveled under a barrage of dazzling ninjutsu. The heat of Fire Release, the surging power of Water Release, the heaviness of Earth Release, the sharpness of Wind Release… attacks formed from various chakra forms intertwined into a massive net of death, enveloping the battlefield. The deafening roar of ninjutsu echoed throughout the battlefield. And when the aftershocks of the ninjutsu subsided, what followed was a brutal melee between the ninjas—a truly life-or-death struggle where someone fell every second.
Zhang Hai glanced at the scene briefly, confirming that the three Sannin had been rescued. His mission was complete; he had successfully drawn fire. Immediately, he maneuvered his eagle, rapidly changing direction and speeding towards his destination—the logistics base of Iwagakure. His battle wasn't here; what he needed to confirm most now was whether his squad's surprise attack had succeeded.
Zhang Hai's puppetry skills had reached a high level of proficiency, and with the help of this specially made flying puppet, its speed was even comparable to that of a real eagle. After a short, high-speed dash, the important logistical outpost of Iwagakure Village was now within reach.