Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 75 Moonless Flow

"This! Such speed!" Fugaku's eyes widened immediately. His three-tomoe Sharingan spun around, but he still couldn't catch the moment his opponent drew his sword.

Orochimaru's brows furrowed as well, a hint of seriousness flashing in his golden eyes. He lowered his voice and said to Fugaku, "Be careful, she's not like the previous two."

However, at that moment, Ikaruga's gaze suddenly shifted to Orochimaru. A seductive smile played on her lips, her voice soft yet laced with a hint of provocation:

"However, I'm quite interested in you, handsome." She lightly licked her lips. "If you're not Lord Gerald's enemy, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you."

As soon as Ikaruga finished speaking, Orochimaru smiled and said, "In that case, you probably don't mind introducing yourself."

The turtledove swayed gently and took a graceful step forward. Her voice was still soft and charming, but now carried a hint of coldness.

"Then let me formally introduce myself. I am the leader of the three crows, the Spotted Dove, who is also the guardian of the third level."

Her fingers lightly traced the long blade at her waist. "I'm here for two reasons: first, to prevent you from seeing Lord Geralt; and second... to avenge my comrades!"

As soon as the dove finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and a murderous intent surged forth like a tide.

"Moonless Flow - Moonlight!"

The call of the turtledove still echoed in the air, but her figure had already vanished from the spot. A flash of cold light streaked across the sky, and the blade, like a beam of moonlight, hurtled straight towards Uchiha Fugaku.

Fugaku's pupils contracted slightly, and the three tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly, condensing into a complex pattern resembling a kaleidoscope. His chakra exploded instantly, and a ring of jet-black ribs appeared out of thin air, firmly protecting him within.

"when!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing pierced the night sky. Just as a sense of relief rose in Fugaku's heart, his eyes widened suddenly.

"What?!"

He stared in disbelief at the scene before him. The cold light sliced ​​through Susanoo's defenses as easily as cutting tofu, and continued its attack towards his neck.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment. Fugaku could clearly see the cold light flashing on the blade and feel the chill of the sharp edge approaching his skin.

At the critical moment, Orochimaru's calm voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Hidden Shadow Snake Hands".

Dozens of venomous snakes shot out from Orochimaru's sleeves like arrows. They opened their gaping maws, revealing sharp fangs, and rushed straight at the turtledove.

Her brow furrowed slightly; if she continued slashing, she would surely be bitten by the poisonous snake.

"Tsk." The dove clicked her tongue and suddenly took a step back. Her movement was as fast as lightning, leaving almost an afterimage in her place.

"Moonless Style: Sword Flash!"

With a low shout, the long blade in Ikaruga's hand transformed into a flash of cold light. Wherever the blade passed, Orochimaru's venomous snake was instantly sliced ​​in two. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground beneath their feet red.

In a split second, Orochimaru slammed his right hand onto the ground, and a deep, powerful voice rang out:

"Spiritualism!"

With a deafening roar, a massive plume of smoke suddenly billowed up. Before the smoke could dissipate, a stream of purple venom shot out, heading straight for the spotted dove.

The dove's pupils contracted, and her body reacted instinctively. She leaped backward like an arrow released from a bow. Venom grazed her hair, sending a plume of pungent white smoke rising from the ground.

The moment it landed, the dove braced itself with one hand, used the momentum to leap backward again to create distance, and then looked up.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, a gigantic serpentine creature coiled before her, its scales gleaming coldly in the lamplight. Its vertical pupils stared at her with icy indifference, as if appraising a delicious dinner.

Above the giant python's head, Orochimaru was also coldly watching her.

"After seeing it with my own eyes, it seems I have to reconsider my taste," said the dove with a light laugh, her voice tinged with provocation.

"A man who's with so many snakes always seems a bit too slippery."

Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. He slowly extended his tongue, licked his lips, and said in a low, cold voice, "Is that so? That's a real shame."

The tension in the air instantly reached its peak.

At that moment, Fugaku suddenly activated his Sharingan, and the Mangekyou Sharingan pattern in his eyes spun wildly, preparing to condense the skeleton of Susanoo.

Just then, Fugaku suddenly felt his neck go limp. His head tilted uncontrollably to one side, and his body seemed to lose its support.

"This is...!" Fugaku stared wide-eyed at the twisting scene before him in disbelief. His mind raced, and he instantly understood what had happened.

"You severed my nerves in my neck?!"

Orochimaru abruptly turned his head, his gaze landing on Fugaku. His golden pupils suddenly contracted.

This bizarre injury was exactly the same as the chakra scalpel commonly used by medical ninjas, but the opponent's blade didn't even touch Fugaku.

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"That's right, this is my swordsmanship, Mugetsu-ryu," Ikaruga's voice carried a hint of pride. "It can sever nerves instantly simply by bringing the blade close, without even cutting into the human body."

"What terrifying magic."

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and said, a hint of apprehension flashing in them. At the same time, he confirmed his tactics: he absolutely could not let the enemy get any closer.

The next second, his hands swiftly formed hand seals, and he uttered a low shout: "Shadow Clone Technique!"

In an instant, five figures that looked exactly like Orochimaru appeared out of thin air and surrounded him.

The clones exchanged glances, then scattered like arrows, creating an invisible net across the battlefield.

One of the clones quickly arrived beside Fugaku. He gently placed his right hand on Fugaku's neck.

In an instant, a soft green chakra appeared in his palm and slowly seeped into Fugaku's skin.

"Don't move," the clone whispered. "I'll repair your nerves."

Fugaku nodded slightly, suppressing his discomfort. He could feel the severed nerves slowly healing.

Just then, Orochimaru's true form began to move. Manda suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

In an instant, a viscous, purplish-black liquid gushed out like a spring. This venom rapidly condensed in the air, transforming into a ferocious and terrifying dragon.

The venomous dragon opened its blood-red maw and roared towards the spotted dove.

A pungent, corrosive odor filled the air. Wherever the venomous dragon passed, it instantly corroded a deep trench in the ground. None of the surrounding cherry blossom trees escaped unscathed; they withered and died in an instant.

The dove's expression suddenly turned gloomy, a trace of regret flashing in her beautiful eyes. She gritted her teeth and murmured, "You barbarians dare to destroy the stage I carefully arranged."

(End of this chapter)