From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 313 The curtain is about to rise!

One strike is better than another!

Faster! More ferocious!

Amidst a deafening roar that could rip off eardrums, the Yamata no Orochi's abdomen was cleaved open by a blade, sending large chunks of flesh and blood flying.

"Go back to hell!"

Yuan Zhisheng stepped on the edge of the well wall and used it to leap high into the air.

Then, the twin swords fell like meteors, their elegant yet brutal auras, enhanced by the noble royal blood, causing Genjiro's royal domain to break through its limits once again. The mountain-like blow sent him and the Yamata no Orochi plummeting into the depths of the Red Well.

At the bottom of the Red Well, there were the remains of dead lung snails everywhere, as well as a large amount of blood.

The flames from the napalm bombs illuminated the hellish scene, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

Genjiro staggered to his feet, gripping his twin swords tightly: "Now, it's just us here, God."

The Yamata no Orochi, knocked down from the well, roared in fury from its eight heads. Its eight pairs of tyrannical golden eyes locked onto the tiny creature wielding two swords in front of it with venomous gazes.

"Are you angry? It's understandable." Genjiro's expression was indifferent. He assumed a unique dual-sword stance, lowered his center of gravity, and said in a deep voice, "But your anger is far less than the anger of the Serpent Clan, a anger cursed by your bloodline for a thousand years!!!"

boom!
The moment the force was exerted by the foot, the lake water, as red as blood, suddenly burst into spray.

The twin swords drew perfect arcs, carrying an indomitable sword intent. The jet-black sword light appeared in the air, just like the determination of Genjiro.

Fast! Incredibly fast!

Before the Yamata no Orochi could even react, one of its heads was severed by the blade.

Screams echoed at the bottom of the Red Well, but the Yamata no Orochi was no pushover. Its sharp tailbone swept across, and Genjiro, who was in mid-air, had no time to dodge. He was hit squarely and sent flying like a cannonball, crashing hard into the steel frame.

The steel support was bent by the impact, and Yuan Zhisheng was almost embedded in it, but what was worse was that a broken steel bar, as thick as a forearm, pierced directly out of his abdomen.

Yuan Zhisheng vomited a large amount of blood. The excruciating pain from the steel bar piercing his abdomen caused him to temporarily lose control of his body.

The Yamata no Orochi roared, opened one of its heads, and lunged at him with a vicious bite.

Gazing at the approaching gaping maw, Genjiro's face paled, countless thoughts flashing through his mind before finally settling on a single moment: "As expected, in the end, we can only rely on 'Ancient Dragon Blood'."

Once the blood of the ancient dragon is used, it means that he will be forever condemned to the 'path of the demon'.

But right now, are there any other options?
As Yuan Zhisheng grabbed the syringe containing the ancient dragon's fetal blood and was about to inject it into himself, a flash of light appeared in his eyes.

Swish!
The ferocious dragon-shaped head had its neck severed by a single stroke.

Genjiro was stunned for half a second until the figure in the floral dress, resembling a female character from a play, appeared, before he came to his senses: "It's you, Kazama Ruri?!"

"Hehe, quite a surprise, isn't it?"

Kazama Ruri, holding a crimson longsword, smiled like a demon: "Brother, we meet again."

"Who let you out?"

Despite the excruciating pain in his abdomen, Genji pulled out the steel bar, clutched the ancient dragon fetal blood in his hand, and stared intently at Kazama Ruri.

"Don't rush off to your death, brother." Kazama Ruri chuckled, glancing at the ancient dragon fetus blood in his hand, and said lightly, "That stuff, let's save it for later. It was Miyamoto Shio who released me, and as for the reason... hehe, it was naturally to help you."

"Help me?" Genji looked at Kazama Ruri and suddenly fell silent.

"Of course, brother, your life can only belong to me."

Holding a crimson longsword, Kazama Ruri vanished in an instant with a single step, her speed so great that it even created a burst of gusts of wind.

A violent burst of airflow exploded and surged, accompanied by splashes of water that swept in all directions. The Yamata no Orochi seemed to sense that the newly appeared enemy was unusual. Its sharp tailbone slashed out at the sword, and a blazing white arc of light appeared once again, even extinguishing the surrounding flames.

boom!
Kazama Ruri abruptly changed direction, leaving footprints on the rock wall as she dodged the sharp tailbone, and simultaneously unleashed a horizontal slash with her crimson longsword.

A pale head, gushing blood like a fountain, crashed to the ground.

He severed the head of a god so easily, unlike Genjiro who struggled so much. This is the most evil demon!
The ensuing battle seemed to have nothing to do with Genjiro. He was like an observer, watching the two monsters entangled and fighting each other. Both sides were filled with ferocity and violence, wanting to tear each other apart and devour each other, pouring all their means and power into killing the other!
Screams and wails filled the bottom of the Red Well. In just a few seconds, Genji witnessed what madness truly meant!

Completely disregarding his injuries, Kazama Ruri, like a complete madman, forcefully slew the mythical Yamata no Orochi. However, he paid a heavy price: one arm was torn off, his entire body looked as if it had been plowed by an iron plow, and a huge wound was left on his abdomen.

"Brother, I won!"

Kazama Ruri smiled sadly, her eyes filled with an indescribable sorrow: "Now, it's just the two of us left."

“Yes, it’s just us left.” Genji seemed to understand something, took a deep breath, and gripped his twin swords tightly: “Chijo, come with me to the underworld.”

They will continue the battle that is not yet over!

"Can you still stand? Brother." Kazama Ruri walked over unsteadily, but still had a smile on her face: "You seem to be badly injured."

"Aren't you the same, little girl?"

Yuan Zhisheng used the torn clothes to tightly wrap the wound on his abdomen, and then said indifferently, "Don't worry, I still have the blood of the ancient dragon."

As the two drew closer, their blades clashed violently.

when!
The intense sparks illuminated the faces of the two brothers.

"elder brother!"

"Children!"

The two roars were mixed with completely different emotions.

Two super hybrids who inherited the royal blood fought each other with all their might at the bottom of the hellish Red Well Lake, beside the corpse of the Yamata no Orochi.

The figures of both sides were stretched into blurry shadows. The rock wall, the lake surface, and even the cave ceiling became their footholds. With the speed and explosive power of the super hybrid, they almost ignored gravity. Every time they landed and bounced back, they would leave cracks in the spot where they had exerted their strength.

Once again, they met in mid-air, the three knives emitting dazzling sparks.

In Genji's eyes, Kazama Ruri was like a crazed beast, disregarding defense and only concerned with exchanging blows. The ferocity of their battle even surpassed that of when they had just killed a god.

Fresh blood, copious amounts of fresh blood, rained down from the sky.

Finally, after a mistake, Kazama Ruri thrust the knife into Genji's chest. Although she narrowly avoided a fatal blow, she was still severely injured.

Yuan Zhisheng fell heavily, crashing into the blood-red lake. The intense pain rendered him unable to move for a moment.

(End of this chapter)