Konoha's Mission Master

Aokiji couldn't understand what he was waiting for.

At that moment, atop the blood-red flying boat, Yakumo opened his eyes.

"I'll assist Xia Long."

Yakumo sensed the aura of a dragon in the North Sea, but his current state was somewhat precarious. There were several powerful figures around him, each of whom was no weaker than a royal-level being.

"be careful."

Masako Mori opened her eyes and said.

"If I don't return, then proceed with the attack as planned, but remember to be careful," Yakumo instructed before leaving.

Not far from Elton Sea.

The dragon was running wildly, and behind him on the sea were four old men of different sizes, who were the nominal rulers of the World Government.

The four represent the pinnacle of Paramecia-type Devil Fruits, the pinnacle of Zoan-type Devil Fruits, and the pinnacle of swordsmanship and physical combat, respectively. Their strength is close to the peak of the Emperor level.

The dragon initially intended to resist, but later he could only transform into a breeze to escape. Moreover, he discovered that although the four people were chasing him, they were not putting in their full strength to intercept him.

It was as if they were using this incident to lead to some other place, while maintaining a fixed distance from the dragon.

Suddenly, the gentle breeze that the dragon had transformed into stopped.

The four old men behind him also stopped in their tracks instantly, and Long slowly turned around to face them.

"You're trying to... lure out the Yakumo brothers, aren't you?"

The dragon removed its cloak, revealing a face covered in tattoos. Its tone was cold, showing no fear whatsoever.

The four people opposite remained silent, and their actions clearly confirmed Long's suspicions; they were indeed planning to use him as bait.

The bald one among the Five Elders, wielding the first generation Kitetsu, has eyes as sharp as a falcon's.

"So what if you guessed it? Killing the leader of the revolutionary army can still be considered a success!"

"hehe."

Long sneered, raising his hands to create two azure tornadoes. As a Logia-type Wind-Wind Fruit user, even if he fought desperately, he could still take one person with him.

Who isn't a royal-level combatant?

"How to do?"

"Long is prepared to fight to the death. We're still far from our planned location. What if this affects that person's plans?"

"Since he's courting death, we can only send him on his way. As for the plan, we'll have to put it on hold for now and look for another opportunity in the future."

"Given the current situation, this is the only option."

The four quickly discussed and finalized their plan, then prepared for the upcoming battle. They traveled by moonwalk, but their stamina was ultimately limited, unlike dragons which could fly for extended periods.

"Suffer to death."

The first generation of Kitetsu was drawn, its blade pointing directly at the dragon on the other side.

War is imminent!

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Chapter 395 Proof of Hegemony: The Final Battle (Part 1)

On the sea, the celestial phenomena suddenly changed.

The two blue tornadoes gradually expanded rapidly. The dragon's hands, like eagle claws, manipulated the storm with all its might, while its lower body transformed into an invisible blue wind to raise its position as much as possible.

Of course, 1,000 meters is his limit. The higher he goes, the more frightening it becomes to consume his physical strength. If he wants to save his stamina for combat, 300 meters is a good position.

The first generation of Kitetsu was drawn, and he was gathering his sword energy.

Since Long was determined to die rather than cooperate with the plan, then they had no choice but to send him to his death. The four of them attacked almost simultaneously from four different directions.

After the first generation Kitetsu was drawn, the person's entire body was covered with a layer of blood-red energy, spreading a bloody and ominous aura. This was the strange phenomenon of the first generation Kitetsu being drawn.

A weapon ranked among the top-tier Great Grade Swords.

The dragon frowned slightly; the enemy was stronger than he had imagined.

The next second, the world changed dramatically. Countless energies began to clash, and the compressed wind was like the sharpest weapon, with wind blades covering everyone in the sky.

Without any probing, they started with a powerful move.

The seabed not far away.

Yakumo stared at the direction of the battlefield, having already quietly chosen his target: the master of the First Generation Kitetsu, who was the ultimate attacker among the four of the Five Elders.

However, its defensive capabilities are not particularly strong.

The wind and heat on his right hand were intense, and the dark blue flames slowly burned, gradually emitting a stronger light, as if his entire right hand had been transformed into a dazzling blue, as he was accumulating his own power.

"Sage Mode, activated!"

A massive, blood-red blade slashed through the air, cleaving the two enormous wind walls in two.

After that one blow, his strength inevitably waned.

Of course, this slip only lasted a few seconds, and the Five Elders, skilled in physical combat, naturally stepped in front of them to defend against the dragon's attack.

"Hide!"

The Five Elders, who was skilled in using Haki, immediately shouted, and the owner of the First Generation Kitetsu, relying on the tacit understanding gained from years of fighting side by side, immediately took action.

But... before he could even move, he felt a sharp pain as a blue hand pierced his chest, and scalding blue flames instantly burned his chest to ashes.

"I thought you would have realized it by now."

"But why aren't you moving?"

Yakumo withdrew his hand, and the dried-up corpse scattered like dust. He then casually grasped the falling First Generation Kitetsu.

This extremely evil demonic blade actually intended to backfire. Just as the crimson energy was about to spread, it was directly suppressed by the ghostly blue flames and casually stored in a storage scroll.

Yakumo looked at the other enemies with some surprise. The peak Emperor-level combat power died too easily in his hands.

"So I'm already this strong."

Yakumo gazed at the dragon in the distance and spoke softly.

"You go first and go cooperate with Reed in the battle."

The dragon's eyes became complex the moment Yakumo appeared, showing astonishment, disbelief, existential doubt, and the rebuilding of his worldview after its collapse. He floated in mid-air like a puppet.

That was a peak Emperor-level being, one of the strongest in the world, yet he died so easily, as if a lowly insect had been crushed.

"it is good."

The gale receded from the battlefield, the storm in the sky gradually dissipated, and sunlight descended upon this space. Yet, the remaining three Five Elders felt a chill as if they were facing the dead of winter.

With a whoosh, Yakumo adjusted his position again.

The blue right hand easily pierced through the chest, and the boiling flames directly scorched the chest, burning the heart to ashes in just a few breaths.

A few seconds later, his entire body was turned into dust.

Yakumo never expected it to be so easy. The enemy seemed to have given up resisting, and was burned to ashes by the blue flames without even using the fruit's power.

Why is this happening?

This feeling was quite strange. To him, even king-level beings seemed no different from ordinary people, and he could kill them with a wave of his hand.

"Do you understand...why they didn't resist?"

Yakumo stood quietly in the air and asked in a calm tone.

"I think you probably don't know this."

Using spatial teleportation, Yakumo struck again, his dark blue right hand piercing through the chest. Terrifying flames incinerated him to ashes at high temperatures, and in the blink of an eye, the remaining number of the Five Elders decreased by one once more.

The last remaining member of the Five Elders was filled with terror. He couldn't comprehend the death of his companion. In his eyes, Yakumo's figure... was no different from a demon.

What kind of bizarre method could produce such a result?

Yakumo moved again, thrusting his right hand at Kumatan from the front. The dark blue flames burned fiercely, burning his heart almost instantly. The flames spread until they completely incinerated the enemy into ashes.

"So you were suppressed, by the space itself?"

Yakumo was still somewhat puzzled, but he felt that this miraculous change was definitely related to his physique breaking through 100, and spatial teleportation was just one of the special abilities that came about after breaking through 100.

At a deeper level, there exist other incomprehensible abilities. Four consecutive killings depleted twenty percent of his stamina; perhaps this is the price he paid for suppressing his enemies' bodies.

"Oh well... I'll figure it out completely someday."

"It's time to go back."

Yakumo now realizes that the One-Punch Man world has enhanced him far more than he imagined; he now possesses terrifying combat power capable of crushing the strongest beings in this world.

The binding force of the surrounding natural energy disappeared, Yakumo exited Sage Mode, and the mark on his forehead quickly faded until it disappeared.

Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared behind Yakumo. He appeared like a ghost, without causing any disturbance. He was shrouded in a black cloak, and his right arm held a golden spear that he thrust directly at Yakumo's chest.

The golden spear had pierced through the skin and entered the flesh, only two centimeters away from the heart—a potentially fatal distance.

In an instant, Yakumo felt the pain and moved his position in space, but the mysterious man also moved his position, the golden spear still pointing at his chest.

Swish, swish... swish!

The two teleported dozens of times in a very short moment, with the mysterious man's golden spear always locked onto Yakumo's chest. In each flash, Yakumo had no time to draw his weapon.

Just now... he launched a sneak attack using spatial power, and less than five minutes later... he was ambushed by Im using the same method... What goes around comes around.

He had confirmed the identity of the person who launched the surprise attack: Im, the world's most powerful fighter, and only Im could exert such terrifying pressure on him.

Yakumo could sense that the golden spear was emitting some kind of terrifying energy, destroying his internal organs, while his body was rapidly repairing itself; the two were evenly matched.

He must find a way to break free from the mysterious man's lock.

However, the two moved at roughly the same speed, and it would take about a second to break free from the lock. But that one second was enough for the mysterious man to pierce Yakumo's heart.

Yakumo is not in a position of speed, so he has no choice but to change his strategy.

This time, he appeared directly in the deep sea during the spatial teleportation.

The ever-present sense of dread did not materialize, clearly indicating that the enemy's ability stemmed from a Devil Fruit, and the deep sea is the nemesis of Devil Fruits. Furthermore, the enemy had no intention of taking everyone down with them.