I, Uchiha, will not be whitewashed!

Chapter 106 Orochimaru: Let's all come at him together!

Inside the Four Purple Flame Formation, three coffins were sent out. The sealing team was busy outside, but inside the formation, it was so quiet that only Orochimaru's breathing could be heard.

Minato's kunai slid from between his fingers and was held horizontally in front of him.

Jiraiya flanked from the left, while Sakumo Hatake approached from the right; the white blades gleamed coldly against the backdrop of light.

Three people, from three directions, blocked all of Orochimaru's escape routes.

Mei Terumi retreated to the edge of the light barrier, crossed her arms, and was not far from the purple barrier wall.

She had already put her kunai back in her sleeve, showing no intention of making a move. Orochimaru didn't look at her, and she didn't intend to make a fool of herself.

This fight didn't have much to do with her.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes dangerously, making his snake-like pupils look even more eerie.

The Impure World Reincarnation technique has been broken, and the seals of the First, Second, and Third Hokage have been broken.

"I didn't expect it to last less than ten minutes."

"As expected, this level of Impure World Reincarnation is still not enough."

Orochimaru grinned, revealing a cold glint in his eyes.

"Three people are definitely a problem —"

But it's not like we can't fight!

Minato didn't waste any words and went straight to action.

The Flying Thunder God Technique is activated, and a kunai thrusts from the side.

Orochimaru dodged to the side, but a second kunai flew from another direction, and Jiraiya's tangled lion's hair wrapped around his ankle.

Sakumo Hatake's White Fang sword flashed downwards, cleaving through the air and Orochimaru's protective snake skin, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest.

Blood spurted out.

Orochimaru took a few steps back, his ankle still entangled in Jiraiya's hair.

He didn't try to unravel it; instead, he clasped his hands together, using a psychic technique.

White smoke exploded, and a huge snake body surged out of the smoke—ten thousand snakes!

The purple scales gleamed coldly under the light screen, and the triangular head lowered, its golden vertical pupils staring at the people in front of it.

"Orochimaru, do you know the price for calling me out?!" Manda's voice was low and filled with dissatisfaction.

"The offerings will be given to you later." Orochimaru's voice was hoarseer than usual, and blood was still dripping. "Hold them off."

The monstrous tail swept across, but Hatake Sakumo jumped back to dodge it. The tail grazed the hem of his clothes and struck the light barrier, causing the barrier to tremble.

Jiraiya loosened Orochimaru's ankle and leaped backward to create distance.

Minato's figure vanished from his original spot and reappeared above Manda's head, the Rasengan slamming into the triangular head.

The serpent's head was smashed to the side, and several of its scales were broken.

The injury only fueled the ferocity of the serpent.

It turned its head, opened its mouth wide, and bit at the water gate.

—Flying Thunder God!

Swish it!

Minato disappeared again, reappearing behind Orochimaru, and thrust a kunai straight at the back of his neck.

Orochimaru didn't turn around; his body twisted like a snake, and the kunai only grazed the skin on the side of his neck.

Blood seeped out, but instead of retreating, he advanced, slamming his right elbow backward. Chakra condensed at the tip of his elbow; it wasn't ninjutsu, but a pure taijutsu burst.

Shuimen blocked with his forearm but was knocked back two steps.

Jiraiya's oil bomb came from the side, and Orochimaru jumped up. The oil bomb hit Manda, and Manda's scales were covered in slippery oil.

Sakumo Hatake's sword flashes came one after another, and Orochimaru had nowhere to get leverage in mid-air, so he could only use his arms to protect his vitals.

The blade flashed and struck his arm; the bone wasn't broken, but a bloody gash stretched from his elbow to his wrist. He staggered as he landed, regained his balance, and hid his injured right hand behind his back.

Minato's Rasengan arrived again. Orochimaru didn't dodge this time. He opened his mouth, and the grass sword came out of his throat, the tip of the sword stabbing towards Minato's face.

The distance was too close; Minato could have used the Flying Thunder God Technique to dodge, but he chose to engage in close combat. He turned his head, and the Kusanagi Sword grazed past his ear.

Orochimaru caught the sword hilt with his left hand and swung it horizontally with a backhand.

Shuimen leaned back, the sword's edge brushing past the tip of his nose.

At that moment, a cold glint flashed!

Sakumo Hatake's sword slashed from behind, but Orochimaru turned to block it, his grass sword deflecting the white fang.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening as the two famous swords remained locked in mid-air. Jiraiya charged in from the side, his fist slamming into Orochimaru's side.

Orochimaru bent over, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, but his left hand did not loosen its grip on the sword hilt. His right hand swung out from behind his back, four kunai between his fingers, and hurled them toward Jiraiya's face.

Jiraiya dodged to the side, and the kunai grazed his face as it flew past.

Taking advantage of the opening, Orochimaru kicked Sakumo Hatake in the knee. Sakumo Hatake took a step back, the blade sliding off the grass sword. Orochimaru didn't pursue; he retreated to Manda's side, leaning against the massive snake body, panting heavily.

No sooner said than done.

The two sides only fought for a short three minutes.

For Orochimaru, it was as if he had experienced countless life-and-death situations.

Manda's condition is also not good.

Minato's Rasengan hit it three times, Sakumo Hatake's sword slashed it twice, and Jiraiya's Toad Oil Bomb burned off a large area of ​​its scales.

Its tail drooped to the ground, its vertical pupils narrowed to slits, and the tip of its tail twitched unconsciously. Pain made its eyes fierce, but the strength of its opponent prevented it from making any rash moves.

"Orochimaru, you've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble," Manda said in a muffled voice.

Orochimaru wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His right hand was hanging limply at his side, blood dripping down his fingers.

He still gripped the Kusanagi sword in his left hand, the blade stained with blood, whether his own or that of an enemy, it was unclear. He stared at Minato, at Jiraiya, and at Sakumo Hatake.

All three were still standing, still had energy left, and none of them intended to let him go.

Minato's kunai slid from his fingers, three flying in a line towards Orochimaru. Orochimaru parried with his grass sword, deflecting two kunai, while the third grazed his thigh, tearing his pants and leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"Surrender, Orochimaru!" Jiraiya said in a deep voice.

"You can't hold on much longer." Minato's voice was neither cold nor warm; it was a statement of fact.

Orochimaru laughed. Blood mixed with his laughter dripped down his chin.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you've got me cornered?"

Orochimaru grinned.

Seeing this, the crowd fell silent.

The battle started again.

Jiraiya's hair wrapped around him again, Sakumo Hatake's sword flashed from the side, and Minato's Rasengan pushed in from the front.

The three attacks arrived simultaneously, without sequence or gap.

Orochimaru neither dodged nor could he dodge.

He used Manda's body to block the attack, and Manda roared in pain. The grass sword pierced Hatake Sakumo's chest, but the tip was blocked by the blade. Jiraiya's hair wrapped around his left arm. Minato's Rasengan slammed into his right shoulder.

With a muffled cracking sound, Orochimaru flew out, crashed into a large tree, slid down, and knelt on one knee.

The Kusanagi sword slipped from his hand and embedded itself in the ground a few steps away, its blade still trembling. Manda watched Orochimaru fall, then looked at the three people surrounding him, and with a shrunk of its massive serpentine body, vanished in a puff of white smoke.

"Orochimaru, don't forget my offerings!"

Orochimaru knelt on the ground, his hands braced against the earth, blood gushing from his shoulders, arms, chest, and mouth.

He lowered his head, his golden eyes fixed on the blood dripping from his own body on the ground.

He didn't admit defeat; he never admits defeat.

But he really couldn't beat them.

All three were strong individuals, no weaker than him. He fought against three opponents alone, while another person remained watching from the sidelines. He glanced at Mei Terumi, who was also looking at him. Her indifferent gaze held no sympathy, no mockery, nothing at all.

She was just waiting, waiting for the fight to end, waiting for her bargaining chips to be settled.

Orochimaru braced himself against the ground and slowly stood up. His body swayed, and his knees trembled.

Just then, a crack appeared in the ground outside the light barrier behind him. Kabuto poked half his body out of the crack, wearing round-framed glasses, his face expressionless.

"Lord Orochimaru, it's time to go."

Orochimaru didn't turn around, he just nodded.

Kabuto emerged fully from the ground, slamming a smoke bomb into the light screen, filling it with thick smoke and obscuring Minato's vision.

Kabuto supported Orochimaru, and the two of them sank into the ground.

When the smoke cleared, only a pool of blood and a Kusanagi sword stuck in the soil remained on the ground.