Escaping the Mist Ninja starts with backstabbing your teacher.

Without any activation of the barrier, and with only passive defense, the two Buddha statues were chopped in two by Izumi River and collapsed with a crash.

With a slight downward slash, he swept his hand in reverse again, and a white blade of light swept up, landing once more on the gate of the Fire Temple.

Inside the Fire Temple, lights continued to illuminate the area as monks, armed and carrying torches, gathered towards the main hall.

The young Jiriku stood behind the crowd, next to the head priest of the Fire Temple, an old man with a compassionate face and his hands clasped together.

The shattered temple gate, along with the impact, caused the monks at the front to fall over in chaos.

A monk stared in astonishment at the broken gate, muttering, "This was supposedly an impregnable defense, yet it was breached just like that?"

"Protect the host!"

Everyone shouted, and although their minds were shaken, they still managed to build a defense centered around the host.

As the aftershocks subsided, footsteps echoed from the gate. The clear footsteps, accompanied by the crackling of torches, created a very oppressive atmosphere.

As the smoke and dust rose, a demon-like mask appeared, the figure clad in armor from the Warring States period, the sword in his hand slowly sheathing itself with a crisp sound.

"Everyone, if you do not wish to suffer annihilation, please hand over the cultivation method of the [Celestial Talent], otherwise..."

锵～

A crisp sound rang out again, and a slash from the drawn sword swept directly over everyone's heads, the leaping strike sweeping across the land.

A slight clicking sound rang out, and everyone was startled, turning sharply to look behind them. A slanted line slowly appeared on the glazed tile roof of the main hall.

A deafening roar erupted as the roof of the main hall crashed diagonally onto the ground with a tremendous thud.

Thick clouds of dust billowed from the ground, covering the monks' feet, while the samurai's blades were pointed at the abbot in the main hall.

Choose!

"To destroy or to surrender?"

The monks glared angrily, raising their sticks to face the approaching enemy.

This prompted the host to sigh softly, and he said slowly to the crowd, "Please step aside!"

"Host?"

The monks turned to look, and the abbot of the Fire Temple slowly took off his robe and handed it to Jiraiya.

Taking a step forward, slowly ascending the steps, the monks stepped back, revealing a path.

"You are no match for them; I will handle this."

The host bowed with one hand, his narrowed eyes slowly opening slightly as he looked at the samurai before him. He then proposed, "If I win, you leave; if I lose, I offer myself up with both hands. Does Your Excellency agree?"

"Oh, interesting!" Izumi's voice, hidden behind the demon mask, had long since transformed into that of a weathered old man.

In response to the head priest of the Fire Temple's suggestion, he lightly planted the blade of his sword in the ground and stood there like a pine tree, replying, "As you wish!"

The host smiled and gestured with one hand, "Thank you, sir, please!"

The next moment, Izumikawa instantly appeared beside the host, drew his sword, and with a reverse curl, launched a deadly attack.

But just as the blade was about to strike the host, an invisible attack suddenly came towards Izumi, forcing him to change his blade, switching from offense to defense, and parrying and waving it in the air one after another, making a crisp sound.

The abbot had a kind face, slightly narrowed eyes, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, enveloped by a thousand-armed Guanyin. The attack came from this source.

"Interesting power... Is this the 'Celestial Talent' of the Fire Temple?"

Having been repelled, Izumi looked at the Thousand-Armed Kannon shrouding the abbot, his Byakugan beneath the mask already bulging with veins as he observed his opponent.

That Thousand-Armed Guanyin possesses a highly concentrated chakra, capable of forming a tangible attack at any time, targeting enemies within its range.

"Again!"

Izumi's figure transformed into a white streak, and the explosive force of his feet made him extremely fast.

However, when he stepped into the host's attack range, countless fists came from all directions, completely blocking his attack route.

He shifted his feet, his katana dancing like a halo of light, shattering the incoming chakra fists.

But that fist seemed endless, and the power of the attack showed no signs of diminishing, pushing him back slightly with each strike.

Beneath the mask, Izumi's expression remained calm, his Byakugan flashing as he observed the flow of chakra within the opponent's body, the formation of fists around him, and their connection to the flow of chakra within the opponent's body.

Analysis, interpretation, action optimization—the combat became increasingly adapted to his abilities, and the sword in his hand seemed to have eyes.

The moment the chakra fist was formed, it was already thrown out along the path it was created, shattering it instantly.

When the first prediction was successful, a second and a third followed immediately. The waving blades began their counterattack, gradually increasing the area they occupied.

With each strike, the previously suppressed figure gradually straightened up and began to move towards the direction of the host.

"How is this possible!?"

"That's the host!?"

Amidst the monks' exclamations, Di Lu clenched his hands tightly, his movements as he held up the robe becoming somewhat distorted.

He was well aware of the host's power, but even so, he couldn't suppress this intruder?

As Izumi adapted to the attack, the host also showed some surprise, muttering softly as his offensive gradually weakened.

"Wrathful Vajra!"

The abbot's kind expression changed instantly, transforming into a fierce and rebuking look.

The golden Thousand-Armed Guanyin behind him also transformed into an angry Vajra, its entire body turning red, and its counterattack became even more ferocious.

In terms of strength, speed, and quality, it far surpassed its previous strength, instantly suppressing Izumi, the fake samurai, once again.

Huh?

They can actually hold on?

The host was somewhat surprised to see that the person in front of him had only taken a few steps back and was still holding on. He was a little taken aback by the strength of the opponent.

The chakra within his body surged forth once more, and the Furious Vajra, now gleaming blood red, unleashed an even greater barrage of fists, relentlessly attacking.

But beneath the demon mask, Izumi's lips slowly curled into a smile. Is this the talent of the immortal race?

What an interesting flow of chakra, what an interesting technique structure, that it can condense chakra into such a form.

hum!

The blue chakra on the blade was instantly coated with a faint gold layer, radiating an aura similar to that of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin.

【optimization】!

Izumikawa muttered to himself, and the katana he was wielding suddenly slashed through the air, its attack range expanding outwards.

"This is……"

The host was shocked as he watched the other party wield a samurai sword. The figure that was faintly visible was none other than the "Talent of the Immortal Clan" from their Fire Temple.

In a moment of shock, streaks of sword light appeared out of nowhere and began to counterattack, continuously shattering the fists that appeared.