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Chapter 45 Blood Dragon Eye - Blood Dragon Technique!

Bang! !

The area at the core of the barrier surrounding Vortex Village is now littered with corpses and blood.

Miyajo stepped on a person's head as if he had crushed a tomato, then disgustedly shook off the blood and mud sticking to his feet before turning to look at Nakayoshi behind him.

"Hey, Fatty, all done?"

His tone was quite rude, but it did not elicit a reaction from Zhongji. He simply lowered his head to break the barrier and said in a muffled voice, "Please do not rush or interrupt me. The Uzumaki clan's barrier is more sophisticated than I imagined."

"Tsk, then hurry up." Miyajo leaned against the wall, somewhat bored, while also calculating the time between the two of them.

As one of the few remaining members of the Blood Pool clan, he carries the burden of the clan's so-called responsibilities, a feeling that only he can fully understand.

After all, they were just stray dogs who had fled from the Land of Lightning to the Land of Water, and they had neither the ability nor the courage to refuse the Third Mizukage's request.

"Pshaw! If it weren't for my son..."

Thinking of this, Miyajo Mamoru chuckled self-deprecatingly, his laughter echoing in the empty square.

But at that moment, a laugh seemed to overlap with his voice, and the water reflecting the moon rippled.

"Who is it?"

Miyajou's languid body suddenly straightened up, and he looked around the dark night with a start.

In less than a second, he entered a state of combat readiness, his body leaning forward with his legs slightly bent, ready to pounce or retreat at any moment.

"...What's wrong?" Zhongji paused while breaking the barrier, but still asked without looking up.

Miyajo shook his head, signaling him to stop talking.

His gaze cut through the darkness like a knife, but he found nothing unusual or any figure.

Logically speaking, it was just a laugh, and he shouldn't have reacted as if facing a major threat.

However, Miyajogo could hear the immense malice in that laughter, which made him feel a strong sense of unease.

The laughter was cold and unrestrained, yet it seemed to carry a hint of pity for the poor and lowly, hidden in the shadows.

"It was discovered so quickly?"

The idea popped into Miyajo's mind.

But just then, faint footsteps suddenly came from the darkness.

He turned to look at the source of the sound, and from the shadowy corner where the moonlight could not reach, a tall figure emerged and was also illuminated by the moonlight.

"The Blood Pool Clan?"

His tone carried an inexplicable meaning, causing Miyajogo to subconsciously frown, feeling a strange sense of being treated as prey.

It felt like a hunter going out to hunt rabbits, only to suddenly spot an unexpectedly good prey.

"Looks like I'm having a lucky day." He chuckled and gently gripped the hilt of the knife at his side.

In those lowered, deep blue eyes, the hilt of the sword stirred up wisps of blood-red mist, swirling within the inch of light from the drawn blade.

The blade, gleaming with a cold light, was so sharp that it tore through the silent night, shattering the darkness and revealing the hidden killing intent.

The next instant, two simultaneous cracking sounds were heard.

Bang! !

Both men pushed their speed to the limit, causing the stone slabs below to bulge under their weight. One wielded a long sword, the other a short sword, and they swung them mercilessly toward each other's vitals.

Miyajogo swung his long sword to deflect the short sword aimed at his throat, then slashed diagonally to cut the enemy in two from the neck.

But the instant he struck, a faster blade pierced through and blocked his path.

The blades clashed, instantly igniting scorching sparks that landed on their faces.

They were both gazing at each other, the only difference being their expressions.

One is smiling, the other is solemn.

"...Tsk."

Seeing this, Miyajo no Go clicked his tongue, but his expression remained serious.

Another troublesome fellow.

The thought arose, and he swung his longsword out once more.

The struggle lasted less than two seconds before the two separated again, and a sharp, whistling wind, like a meat grinder, arose as if the sharp teeth of a beast were tearing each other apart.

Buzz! Buzz!

Within the span of a breath, in Zhongji's peripheral vision.

The two figures seemed to fade into a black mist under the moonlight, and sparks from the clash of blades rained down.

The air was filled with a dense, continuous barrage of explosions that made your teeth ache, and the sound of sword blades rubbing together was exceptionally sharp and piercing.

puff! !

Suddenly, a spurt of blood shot onto Zhongji's face.

The two figures suddenly stopped and appeared in the distance between Zhongji and Jilin.

Three wounds appeared on Miyajogo's face: one from the corner of his eye, the other from his neck, and the other from his front.

In a matter of seconds, he was slashed dozens of times, his vital points were cut three times, and each time he almost died from the short knife.

Now, the short sword landed on Miyajogo's right ear, cutting through his skin, but he held the blade firmly with his long sword, trying his best to prevent it from falling, thus avoiding having his entire ear cut off.

But the blood still slowly gathered from the side of her cheek to her chin, dripping little by little onto her warm and moist feet.

"...Who are you?"

Miya Shirogane's cheek twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "The Uzumaki clan doesn't have hair this color."

His swordsmanship was among the best in the entire Hidden Mist Village, and it was a long sword against a short sword, but he was actually at a disadvantage in their first exchange.

He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from the guy in front of him; the killing intent was like a series of piercing blades.

"Nice to meet you."

Yun Chuan looked down at him, pressing down hard on the short knife in his hand. A strange light gradually rose in his eyes. He said softly, "Unfortunately, I'm not used to revealing my identity to a dying person."

The Blood Pool Clan, and the Blood Dragon Eye...

Miya Shiro felt a sharp pain in his ear, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his face. He glanced at Nakayoshi, who was still deciphering the puzzle, and said defiantly, "Why do I feel like I'm not the one who's going to die today?"

The next moment, he suddenly unleashed his power, his body retreating rapidly to create distance.

"Idiot! Now it's time to get serious!"

Miyajogo sheathed his long sword at his waist, his hands swiftly forming hand seals. The blood beneath his feet seemed to be summoned, churning violently like boiling water, and surged towards him.

boom!!

Amidst the roaring sound of water, a towering curtain of blood shot into the sky, shooting straight up from both sides of him, and crimson light poured down, enveloping everything!

Several "blood snakes" gushed out, swirling in the air like waterspouts, and began to twist and spin wildly in the sky.

The head condensed into a ferocious dragon's head, as if it had gained life and intelligence.

On the raised dragon head stood Miyajogo, his pupils still black, but the whites of his eyes were blood-red.

Blood streamed down his face from his eyes, and Miyajo's expression contorted in rage as he roared, "Blood Dragon Technique!"

Roar! !

The blood-red dragon opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, as if letting out a hiss, and surged forward with its blood-forged body. Crimson blood rained down from the sky, lunging down at Yun Chuan who was standing below!

The terrifying impact of the high-pressure water wave extended the cracks to dozens of meters along the road surface, and a large amount of water flooded the surrounding area, swallowing everything in front of it like a tide!

"I can't wait! What surprises do you have in store for me?!"

Looking at the surging blood dragon, Yun Chuan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

He had a very strong premonition.

The member of the Blood Pool Clan, who possesses the "Blood Dragon Eye," will surely grant him a crucial ability.

boom!!

The next moment, a cloud of blood mist burst forth from his body, instantly engulfing the entire barrier plaza.

Even from a distance, where one cannot see the blood dragon, everyone can still see this terrifying blood mist.

It was like a blood-red flower blooming in the middle of a lake, each petal bearing a hint of crimson.

(End of this chapter)