The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 185 Betting on the glory of the Tsuchikage, this is my Stone Will!

Dust escapes.

Beings above bloodline limits possess the terrifying power to annihilate everything in the world into atoms.

Even the Susanoo, which is said to possess divine power and is a combination of offense and defense, cannot withstand the brilliance of Dust Release. It is the most powerful and mysterious power passed down through generations of Iwagakure, on which the Third Tsuchikage Onoki made his name!

At this moment, however, this power was being unleashed in the hands of Makoto Karatachi, in the hands of a Hidden Mist ninja.

The white light was blinding, space was distorted, and the earth trembled!

Two bloodline elimination forces, though originating from the same source, collided violently in mid-air. There was no deafening explosion, no overwhelming dust, only a strange and chilling annihilation that occurred silently.

The air was torn apart, the light was swallowed up, and a smooth, mirror-like hemispherical depression cracked on the ground directly below the intersection of the two dust escapes, as if a sand table had been gently pressed by a god's finger.

Everyone was stunned.

The ninjas of Konoha and Iwagakure—almost everyone involuntarily stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the two opposing white lights in mid-air.

No, to be precise, it was looking towards the source of that white light.

The young man standing on the ground, his hands clasped together, his palms also emitting a blinding white light.

"That's... Dust Release?"

A Konoha Jonin muttered to himself.

"Even Makoto Kujira can vanish into dust?!"

"this!"

The situation at Iwagakure was in an uproar.

"That's the Bloodline Elimination technique developed by the Second Hokage, the Third Hokage's unique skill! How could this happen?!"

"How could he—how did he do that?!"

"The Hand of God—it's the Hand of God! He copied Dust Release!"

Someone finally realized what was happening, their voice filled with disbelief and horror.

"He copied Dust Release during the battle!"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding on the battlefield and causing everyone's expression to change.

Copying a bloodline limit is already overpowered enough, but now they can even copy a bloodline limit totem?

What kind of monster is this?!

"really!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi thought to himself, "As expected." He had already guessed Makoto Karatachi's plan.

He had already obtained information about the Hand of the God of the Goji Berry. In addition to being able to replicate bloodline limits, he could also replicate various secret techniques and forbidden techniques.

Most importantly, those forbidden and secret techniques will not affect the God Hand's copying restrictions!

The reason this guy agreed to Konoha's offer of 500 million ryo and gave up the Mangekyou Sharingan was probably for this moment.

Copying the secret techniques of various clans in Konoha, or even the Flying Thunder God Technique, were not his true goals.

This guy has always had only one real goal.

Dust Escape!

What Makoto Karatachi wants is the unique bloodline limit technique that Iwagakure has inherited for decades!

"Hiruzen".

Danzo appeared beside him at some point, his single eye flashing with a complex light.

"This child must not be allowed to live!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi remained silent.

He knew Danzo was right.

An enemy capable of replicating bloodline limits, bloodline elimination techniques, and even the Rinnegan, and possessing such character and magnanimity, poses an immense threat to Konoha.

If this power cannot be used by Konoha, it must be completely destroyed.

But now—

"Now is not the time," Hiruzen Sarutobi said in a deep voice. "Iwagakure hasn't retreated yet, and Onoki is still here. We need him."

Danzo snorted coldly and did not refute.

He knew, of course, that now was not the time to take action, but there were some things he had to say.

In mid-air, Onoki's expression had completely changed.

It was no longer the anger and resentment of being suppressed by Susanoo, but a deeper, more profound sense of horror and disbelief.

Dust escapes.

That was a technique developed by his master, the Second Tsuchikage, Musashi, with all his heart and soul. It was the treasure of Iwagakure and the foundation upon which Onoki relied to dominate the ninja world.

He never imagined that one day, another person would use the same technique on him.

Moreover, he used it just as well as he did.

"you----"

Onoki's voice was hoarse and dry, his cloudy old eyes fixed on Makoto Karatachi below.

"When did you—"

"Just now."

Gouju Cheng raised his head, a bright smile appearing on his lips.

"Lord Tsuchikage, thank you for your instruction. I've admired the Dust Release technique for a long time. You've used it so many times in front of me today, I can't help but copy it."

"you----"

Onoki was so angry that he was trembling all over.

He finally understood.

Makoto Goji was plotting against him from the very beginning!

What do you mean by working for Konoha? What do you mean by taking money to do things? What do you mean by giving up the Mangekyou Sharingan?

It's all a smokescreen!

This guy's real goal from the very beginning was Dust Release!

And he, the Third Tsuchikage, the highest leader of Iwagakure, actually sent Dust Release up like a fool!

"You bastard!"

Onoki roared, clasped his hands together again, and poured even more chakra into Dust Release.

The white light suddenly surged, and the translucent cube expanded at an astonishing speed, pressing down towards Makoto Koji.

Gouju Cheng neither dodged nor evaded, thus increasing the output of his Dust Escape technique.

The two beams of white light collided again, this time the confrontation was more intense and prolonged.

On the ground, the hemispherical depression grew larger and deeper, as if the earth was being slowly hollowed out by an invisible giant hand.

The surrounding ninjas retreated frantically, not daring to approach that area at all.

The duel involving Dust Release techniques was beyond their control.

Even being caught in the aftershocks would be enough to reduce them to ashes.

"Lord Tsuchikage, your chakra is running low, isn't it?"

Makoto Goji's voice came through the white light, still calm, even with a hint of teasing.

Onoki gritted his teeth and did not answer.

But he knew in his heart that what Gouju Cheng said was true.

His chakra is indeed running low.

The continuous high-intensity battles and repeated use of Dust Release had exhausted his already meager chakra.

Strangely, Makoto Karatachi, despite using just as much chakra as him, remained in a state of abundance and ease, as if he didn't care about chakra consumption at all.

This guy has really solved the chakra problem on the battlefield between Kazama and Tani!

With the balance shifting, if this continues, he will be the one to lose.

but--

Are we just going to give up like this?

Just watch helplessly as Dust Release falls into the hands of outsiders, and then slink back to Iwagakure in disgrace?

Onoki was unwilling to accept this.

He hovered in mid-air, a resolute glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Kujiri Makoto!"

Onoki's voice was like thunder, echoing across the battlefield.

"You think you can beat me just because you copied Dust Release?"

"The essence of Dust Release lies not in the technique itself, but in the ultimate understanding and integration of the three nature transformations!"

"You're an outsider; even if you replicate the technique, how could you possibly understand its mysteries!"

"I am—the Tsuchikage who inherited the Will of Stone!"

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of white light suddenly shot out from between Onoki's palms.

It was no longer the uniformly diffused, translucent cube of the past, but a more condensed, purer, and more—violent—white beam of light.

Where the beam of light passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache. The hemispherical depression on the ground...

The edges began to collapse, and the rubble was broken down into the most basic particles before it even hit the ground, disappearing into nothingness.

This is the foundation of Onoki's decades of immersion in the art of dust escape.

It is not a simple release of techniques, but an ultimate understanding of the three nature changes and a profound grasp of the essence of bloodline elimination.

Techniques can be copied, but understanding cannot.

Experience alone cannot.

Foundation is insufficient!

"Is this... the true power of the Third Tsuchikage?!"

A Konoha Jonin turned pale and instinctively took a few steps back.

The terrifying aura that seemed to annihilate everything still made him feel suffocated, even from a distance of hundreds of meters.

Hiruzen Sarutobi gripped his Vajra Staff tightly, his aged face filled with solemnity.

Of the five great nations and five great ninja villages, not a single Kage has ever been a weakling.

The First Kage founded the ninja village, ushering in the era of ninja villages.

The Second Kage developed the ninja village, and the Five Great Ninja Villages stood tall in the ninja world!

Now, we've entered the era of the third generation of filmmakers.

The Third Kazekage of Sunagakure was known for his unparalleled Magnet Release, controlling the battlefield with sand and iron, and was considered the strongest.

The Third Raikage of Kumogakure fought against thousands single-handedly, wielding the strongest spear and shield, his speed unstoppable with the power of Black Lightning.

The Third Tsuchikage of Iwagakure used Dust Release to annihilate everything; his Bloodline Limit Break is unmatched.

Although Hiruzen Sarutobi claimed he was inferior to his two teachers, he had studied various ninjutsu and earned the title of "Ninja Professor".

It can be said that the reason why the Five Great Ninja Villages were able to become the Five Great Ninja Villages and dominate the ninja world to this day is ultimately due to the efforts of the Third Kage!

And this moment.

For the village.

For the future.

The Tsuchikage, one of the Five Kage, has already shown his full strength!

"That's interesting."

Looking at the perfectly condensed white beam of light, a hint of admiration flashed in Gouju Makoto's eyes.

Onoki truly lives up to his reputation as a veteran Kage-level shinobi. In his hands, Dust Release is not merely a technique, but an art form.

That kind of ultimate control over chakra nature transformation is something a novice like him who has just been copied can't compare to.

but----

Gouju Cheng's lips curled into a smile.

"Lord Tsuchikage, you are right. Techniques can be copied, but understanding cannot."

"But have you forgotten that when he suddenly clasped his hands together, the white light between his palms also surged!"

"The foundation of everything in this world is chakra!"

Dragon Vein Chakra, fully activated!

A vast, ocean-like chakra erupted from Makoto Karatachi's body!

The sheer quantity, purity, and power of that chakra caused everyone present to change color.

"W-What kind of chakra is this?!"

A sensory ninja was pale and his voice was trembling.

"Wow, what a terrifying amount—is this really the amount of chakra a human could possess?"

"This is even more outrageous than when I extracted the Nine-Tails' chakra from Kazama and Kazuya!"

"What on earth did he do?!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He finally understood why Makoto Karatachi was able to maintain his complete Susanoo even without Kurama (the Nine-Tails).

He finally understood why Makoto Kujira dared to give up the Mangekyou Sharingan to copy the Flying Thunder God Technique and other secret techniques.

Because he doesn't lack chakra at all!

Whether it's the Kaleidoscope, the Flying Thunder God Technique, or the Dust Release, none of them are the source of Makoto Karatachi's power, but rather the outlet from which he outputs it!

This terrifying amount of chakra is his true source of confidence!

"This chakra is—"

Minato Namikaze, standing some distance away, looked somewhat dazed. Within this chakra, he actually sensed an incredibly familiar aura.

Very familiar, extremely familiar.

He had felt this chakra several years ago.

Minato Namikaze couldn't help but recall that scene from several years ago.

That was an S-class mission he carried out, to go to the ancient kingdom of Loulan to investigate the abnormal phenomenon of spacetime disorder.

Beneath Loulan lies an ancient and immense chakra, a dragon vein.

That power was as vast as an ocean. Jiraiya once said that if this power were used correctly, it would be enough to change the fate of a country; if it were used incorrectly, it would be enough to destroy a country.

At this moment, the chakra that erupted from Makoto Kariju's body was exactly the same as the dragon vein power he had sensed in Loulan back then!

"impossible----"

Minato muttered to himself.

He personally set up the seal on the dragon vein, and besides, Loulan should be in ruins by now. Where did Makoto Koji get the dragon vein chakra from?

and many more.

Could it be that the slight unease he sensed some time ago was caused by a problem with the seal on the dragon vein?

A thought flashed through Minato Namikaze's mind.

In fact, he did sense something was amiss some time ago, but at that time he was in a critical period of fighting against Iwagakure and was under immense pressure, so he had no mind to worry about anything else.

In retrospect, the strange feeling I had back then must have been caused by Makoto Goji Berry breaking the dragon vein seal he had set up!

However, the power of the Dragon Vein is immense; its power can even reverse space and time, allowing people to travel through time. How exactly did Makoto Karatachi manage to absorb all that chakra into his body?

Minato Namikaze looked at the figure shrouded in white light in the center of the battlefield, and his heart was filled with shock.

Just how many secrets are you hiding?!

An almost endless supply of chakra surged into the Dust Release like a flood bursting its banks.

The power of the dragon vein is being unleashed at this moment!

That was enough chakra to sustain the glory of the entire Loulan for hundreds of years, a chakra torrent so vast it was suffocating! And at this moment, this torrent was completely unsealed by Makoto Karatachi, transforming into his own chakra, which was continuously poured into Dust Release.

The white light surged.

It wasn't the refined, pure beam of light like Onoki's, but a more violent, more tyrannical, and more—unreasonable—white torrent.

If Onoki's Dust Release is a finely crafted divine weapon, then Makoto Karatachi's Dust Release is a massive boulder rolling down a mountain.

There is no skill, no understanding, and no foundation.

Only power!

Pure, tyrannical, and absolute power that crushes everything!

"So strong that bricks fly! Never heard of that?"

Under Onoki's horrified gaze, Makoto Karatachi grinned, and a burst of white light suddenly erupted from his palm.

The two dust swirls collided once more.

But this time, it was no longer a close standoff.

The condensed white beam of light from Onoki was pushed back inch by inch by the raging white torrent of Makoto Karatachi.

"What?!"

Onoki's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the last bit of chakra in his body in an attempt to stabilize the situation.

But to no avail.

Makoto's chakra seemed inexhaustible.

His chakra was already depleted.

"Impossible—this is impossible—"

Onoki muttered to himself, his cloudy old eyes filled with disbelief.

He had immersed himself in Dust Release for decades, and his understanding and integration of the three nature transformations had reached a level of consummate skill. He originally thought that even if Makoto Karatachi copied Dust Release, he would be nothing more than an imitator with only the technique and no soul.

But at this moment, Goujucheng showed him the truth.

In the face of absolute power, all understanding, all background, all will of stone are a joke.

The white light is getting closer and closer.

Onoki could even feel that aura that could annihilate everything was slowly approaching his body.

"Father!"

In the distance, Huang Tu's exclamation came, filled with barely concealed anxiety and fear.

He tried to rush over, but Orochimaru held him tightly, preventing him from breaking free.

"Lord Tsuchikage!"

The Iwagakure ninjas panicked as well.

If Onoki falls here, then this war will truly be over.

"Kujiri Makoto!"

Onoki gritted his teeth, wanting to fight to the death, but the next moment, a strong figure knocked him away.

"Akatsuchi! You!"

Onoki's pupils contracted sharply; he wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

The guy known as the Tsuchikage's Shield slammed his body into Onoki, sending him flying dozens of meters away from the center of the Dust Release clash.

However, due to the reaction force, he himself fell directly into the edge of that white torrent.

"No!!!"

Onoki's roar echoed across the battlefield, filled with despair and rage.

The next moment, the devastating white torrent completely engulfed Akatsuki, along with a small hill behind it and hundreds of Konoha ninja and Iwa ninja mixed together.

Under the dazzling light, the entire hill disappeared into the white light as if it had never existed.

On the ground, only a smooth, mirror-like hemispherical depression remained, silently testifying to the terror of the attack. The Earth Shadow Shield that had sent Onoki flying had completely vanished, leaving not even a trace of its contents.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at the empty hill, at the old man suspended in mid-air, trembling—