From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 225 Give it to me!

Oops, we’ve been discovered!
This was the first thought that flashed through White Fang's mind.

My second thought was, how did the Aurora Society know about their movements and evacuation locations, and how did they manage to ambush them here in advance?
Could it be... that someone leaked the information?

White Fang immediately suspected Orochimaru, after all, this guy had a lot of criminal records, and who knows if he was trying to kill him to keep the 'Desecration Tablet' to himself, in collusion with the Aurora Society.

"not me."

Orochimaru, perched on his back, clearly sensed the hidden killing intent in White Fang's eyes and immediately guessed his thoughts. He then said, "Even if I eliminate you, it won't benefit me. The other party is the Aurora Society... They might be using some kind of method we don't know about. Don't fall for their tricks!"

Mr. A squinted at the two men: "I'll say it one last time, hand over the blasphemous stone tablet!"

What followed was a surge of malice.

It seemed to be a collection of humanity's purest negative emotions, with eyes that stared straight at them, revealing undisguised greed and malice.

His face and exposed skin were covered with countless dark blue veins, like earthworms, which could be vaguely seen slowly wriggling beneath the skin tissue, which was extremely frightening.

"run!"

Orochimaru, perched on White Fang's back, let out a low growl.

Given the current situation, rashly engaging with the Aurora Borealis would not only fail to gain any advantage, but could even result in greater losses than gains.

The aurora viewing can be left for later.

But the desecrated stone tablet must be taken back!

This is the most crucial thing, concerning whether they can embark on the 'path of the gods'!

Clearly, White Fang thought the same thing, and immediately used his assassination steps, his figure like a bolt of lightning, rushing swiftly into the forest.

But Mr. A, who was behind them, was like a piece of chewing gum, disappearing into the shadows. The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their way, looking at them with amusement, as if he were toying with them: "Hehe, you can't go anywhere without handing over the Blasphemous Slab."

White Fang gripped the ring at the end of the kunai with his index finger, and a murderous intent suddenly surged on his cold face. He stepped forward and swung his sword fiercely.

Clang!
The White Fang Knife Technique reappears!
A violent friction of air erupted, producing a sharp sound.

"Ah, kunai?"

However, Mr. A looked at the slash with disdain, as if he didn't take it seriously at all. Relying on his immortality, he didn't even try to dodge.

He opened his arms as if to embrace White Teeth.

But...the next second.

With a slight twist of his wrist, Bai Ya's aura as he swung his sword underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant.

From an ordinary, icy-faced uncle, he transformed into the legendary White Fang of Konoha, feared by all ninjas!

The seemingly ordinary kunai, in his hands, was as if it were the sharpest divine weapon in the world. The chilling killing intent was so real that it plated the kunai's blade with a layer of brilliance.

Swish!
The angle and trajectory of the blade traced a perfect angle in the air, presenting an almost uniform arc, with a thread as thin as silkworm silk, shimmering with a faint blue light.

Mr. A clearly miscalculated.

He hadn't expected that the power of White Fang's slash would be so different from that of any ninja he had seen before. The difference between the two was so great that it was like comparing an infant wielding a sword to a master swordsman.

In the blink of an eye, his head was chopped off.

The cut surface of his neck was as smooth as a mirror, with only a faint line of blood. It took him several seconds to realize what had happened.

White Fang already knew that Mr. A of the Aurora Society was suspected of being immortal, and that simply cutting off his head would not stop him. So he charged up his strength, aimed at his head, and kicked out with a powerful kick.

boom!
Mr. A's head was like a ball, kicked away.

It bounced and bounced back and forth among the trees, eventually landing somewhere unknown, while the remaining body, headless, fell to the ground with a thud.

Now, everything should be fine, right?
White Fang breathed a slight sigh of relief. Having learned from others' mistakes, he directly chopped off the other person's head and then kicked it away. That way, this guy probably wouldn't be able to recover for a while!
Based on previous information about Orochimaru, although this guy is immortal, he cannot reattach his head after it is cut off. This method should work.

However, the next moment.

From the severed neck, several black threads emerged from the severed head, densely packed like a large mass of ink, surging in all directions.

White Fang was forced back by the black threads, a look of horror in his eyes: "What on earth is this thing?!"

The black threads spread through the forest, quickly found the head that had been kicked away, pulled it back, and pressed it against Mr. A's neck.

"Do you think I'm unaware of my own weaknesses?"

Mr. A sneered, straightened his head, and grinned from ear to ear, forming an exaggerated arc: "Your intelligence is outdated, Ninja Master!"

boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, severing his right hand in the middle, which, along with the black threads, flew away.

White Fang swung his sword and parried.

when!
That hand was incredibly strong and as hard as iron.

He blocked the attack with a kunai, and the force transmitted through him, sending a tingling, trembling sensation throughout his body. But then, he saw Mr. A grab his head and throw it at him like a ball!

"???"

White Fang considered himself to be a man of strong will, but seeing the enemy throw his head at him... he still couldn't remain calm, and a crack appeared on his icy face.

"what--!"

The incoming head opened its mouth and let out a piercing shriek.

In the rush, White Tooth had no time to react.

Or, to put it another way, who would have thought that someone would throw their own head out as a projectile?!

The Aurora Club... they really are a bunch of lunatics!
next second.

The shriek struck deep into the soul, causing a violent mental upheaval that made White Fang lose focus and lose his balance.

Orochimaru, who was on his back, was also shaken by the shriek, his head buzzing as if his soul was being torn apart repeatedly, and his thoughts were in complete chaos from the pain.

Mr. A's head grinned maliciously, opening its mouth wide. Its sharp teeth, covered in viscous fluid, bit down hard on White Teeth's neck, causing blood to splatter.

"Ah ah ah..."

The white-toothed creature, its neck gripped tightly, glared at the man with bloodshot eyes and brandished a kunai, plunging it directly into his head.

puff!

Blood splattered, mixed with a viscous white substance.

The head had a hole punched in it and fell limply to the ground. Its white teeth were sprayed with filth, making it feel extremely disgusted.

"Watch out, look ahead!"

Just then, Orochimaru suddenly spoke up to remind him.

As Bai Ya looked up, he saw three masked monsters, their bodies wrapped in black threads, suddenly emerge from the headless body, each opening its mouth and pointing it at them.

"Final shot—!!!"

The beam of light, a mixture of wind, fire, and lightning chakra attributes, erupted with a terrifying force in an instant, like a massive torrent that could destroy the heavens and the earth.

not good!

White Fang's pupils dilated. He was skilled in assassination and physical combat, but he was completely helpless against the wide-range attack in front of him.

"Psychic art·Threefold Rashomon!"

At the critical moment, Orochimaru unleashed all the chakra he had just refined, summoning three enormous iron gates from hell to block their path.

Boom! !
The violent impact created a huge mushroom cloud.

The combined chakra cannon with three attributes shattered the three Rashomon gates, unleashing a raging gale and billowing dust that obscured visibility.

"Run!"

Orochimaru shouted urgently, "You're no match for him! Wait until we get rid of this guy, then we'll settle the score later!"

Although White Fang was unwilling, he knew the seriousness of the matter. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, several black threads wrapped around his ankles.

"What happened..."

A thought flashed through his mind, but before White Fang could cut the black line, he was pulled by a tremendous force and crashed around in the forest, being tossed high into the air and then slammed down heavily!
boom!
White Tooth's entire body made intimate contact with the ground.

The violent impact left his mind blank, his internal organs felt displaced, and he saw stars before his eyes.

Orochimaru saw this and wanted to step forward to stop it, but as soon as he took half a step, he saw the scattered flesh and blood at his feet suddenly explode violently.

boom!
He was blown to pieces and his consciousness was scattered.

At this moment, Mr. A calmly and slowly emerged from the smoke and dust, accompanied by the three black-lined monsters.

Arriving in front of White Fang, the black lines tightly bound White Fang, giving him no chance to resist. Then Mr. A forcefully stepped on his chest and groped his body for a long time.

"found it……"

Mr. A grinned and forcefully pulled out the item: "Give it to me... Here you go!"

"Do not--!!!"

Orochimaru's eyes were bloodshot.

His heart-wrenching screams echoed through the forest, a sound that would break the hearts of all who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

(End of this chapter)