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The idea that no one would attack the supply unit of the Sand Village, while whimsical, was reasonable. Konoha's high-level combat power was limited to a few individuals, all entangled in various battlefronts and unable to disengage. The Third Hokage himself was stationed in Konoha. Unless the Third Hokage personally came to raid the Sand Village, it was absolutely impossible for any other Kage-level powerful figures to ambush them.
However, the golden light projectiles filling the sky clearly indicated that this was not the Third Hokage.
Boom boom boom...
In just a few minutes, the roaring explosions at the Sand Village's supply unit's encampment did not cease, mercilessly harvesting the Sand Village ninjas who hadn't even fully come to their senses. The gruesome screams never stopped. Many Sand ninjas who were instantly killed by a single blow were actually the lucky ones! Those who were brutally riddled with holes were still contorted in agonizing pain until their dying breath, and from their dim, desperate pupils, it was not hard to see the horrifying torment they had endured.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Get up quickly!! What the hell are you sleeping for!! You idiots!!!" In the smoke-filled encampment of the Iwagakure supply unit, a few surviving ninjas frantically urged their teammates, spitting blood in frustration. Looking around, the encampment was a sea of flames. The intense light, a scorching substance, instantly ignited the flammable tents, burning all their military supplies, including food, to ashes.
"If you had just obediently stayed on the ground pretending to be dead, you might have barely clung to life. Why did you stand up to die...?"
A blinding beam of light fell from the sky, and the earth immediately trembled. The "crack-crack-crack" sound of the ground shattering echoed, emitting waves of mournful cries. His dark eyes flashed with brilliant luster. Wuchen's body lost its tangible quality, transforming into a streak of light and darting forth.
Even if Wuchen intended a sneak attack, his dazzling brilliance betrayed him. Although a few surviving Sand ninjas immediately sensed Wuchen attacking them, the terrifying speed of light was beyond the reach of these Jonin. Despite putting up necessary defenses, they were instantly killed.
Swoosh!
The tender figure seemed to traverse multiple spaces, instantly appearing before a Sand Jonin. The cold air exhaled by Wuchen blew onto his face like flashing swords, causing him to instinctively block with his hands. Seeing this, Wuchen merely smiled faintly and kicked out.
Boom!
The Sand Village Jonin was instantly sent flying with a kick, his body soaring a hundred meters away, leaving a deep crater in the distant mountain. His body was also torn into pieces, even his bones severed.
"This guy is a taijutsu-type ninja! Use genjutsu... Don't let him get close! Attack him with ninjutsu!" The remaining Jonin roared in terror, their bodies chilling at the gruesome sight of their comrade. This little brat's strength and methods were simply too brutal. Taijutsu-type ninjas are difficult to make immune to genjutsu, but the Sand Village doesn't seem to have that type...
"Wind Style: Wind Cutter Jutsu!"
A wind strong enough to cut steel rushed towards him, like a gleaming blade, moving incredibly fast, almost instantly adhering to Wuchen's body. However, a bizarre sight unfolded, astonishing everyone. The Wind Style, capable of cutting steel, passed through Wuchen's body. Logically, blood should have splattered, but that wasn't the case. The wind, comparable to a blade, penetrated Wuchen's body. Strangely, the cut area suddenly emitted a golden light, then the wind passed through Wuchen's body, leaving Wuchen himself completely unharmed.
"Damn it, am I seeing things? This guy can ignore ninjutsu?"
"It seems... he really can!"
"Nonsense! There's no ninja in this world who can ignore ninjutsu. A ninja who can ignore ninjutsu is a god! Perhaps there's something wrong with this brat's physique; attack him with other types of ninjutsu!" Seeing Wuchen being attacked by "Wind Cutter Jutsu" yet remaining completely unharmed, the surviving Sand ninjas looked on in disbelief. Shock was one thing, but they still had to continue fighting.
"You don't have time for chatter, and I don't have time to listen to your chatter. It's better for annoying small fry to disappear quickly!"
"Kusanagi Sword!"
A photon longsword instantly condensed into existence. Wuchen's eyes were cold, and the chill emanating from his body was like a messenger from hell, or perhaps he was hell's messenger to begin with. His icy gaze swept over the five surviving Sand Jonin. The golden light flared, once again transforming into a streak of light and surging forth.
"Here it comes, get ready—!" Seeing Wuchen disappear, a Sand ninja shouted a warning. Unfortunately, before his voice had fully faded, Wuchen appeared before him, holding the Kusanagi Sword high. Under the former's astonished and terrified gaze, the Kusanagi Sword mercilessly cut down.
Pfft!
His body was instantly sliced in two, divided by the Kusanagi Sword as easily as cutting vegetables. The sharpness of the Kusanagi Sword was beyond doubt. It was itself condensed and refined from high-density light. Perhaps it wasn't as exaggeratedly sharp as a sword that could cut through everything, but it was at least a divine weapon that could cut metal like mud.
"Water Style: Violent Water Collision!"
Suddenly looking back, a large torrent of water surged forward, rushing towards him in waves, immense in its momentum, seemingly poised to annihilate Wuchen in one fell swoop.
"Fortunately, Ling'er's Devil Fruit is waterproof!" He gasped. The biggest weakness of Devil Fruits was water, especially in this ninja-ridden world, where at least three or four out of ten ninjas could use basic Water Style.
"Mere trickery! Fire Style: Great Fire Annihilation!"