Chapter 230: Ch-230 Inoiki vs A. (2)
For a mont, it looked as if the Raikage had been crushed beneath tons of earth.
But he was not a man who yielded so easily.
A deep, furious roar erupted from beneath the rubble.
RRRAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Lightning exploded outward in a blinding surge, blasting from the center of the stone heap. An electric beam tore upward, obliterating the boulders around him. Rocks shattered into dust as an expanding wave of chakra radiated outward, clearing the entire area in an instant.
When the dust settled, Raikage stood there—upper body bare, muscles bulging, steam rising off his skin. The cuts Inoiki had inflicted earlier were visible, but shallow. He was battered, but very much alive—and still radiating overwhelming strength.
But the mont he caught his breath—
FWOOOOOSH! FWOOOOOSH!
Five massive swords appeared around him again, streaking toward him from all directions in a coordinated pincer attack. Their blades glead with wind chakra, cutting through the air with shrieks sharp enough to slice stone.
Raikage’s eyes widened.
There was no pause, no rcy.
Inoiki had resud the assault.
Raikage did not flinch.
Even with five enormous blades rushing toward him from every direction, he showed no fear. Lightning flared violently around his fists as he prepared to smash every sword to pieces in a single overwhelming burst of power.
But Inoiki’s gaze sharpened.
In the next instant, the air around Raikage froze.
Not temperature—space.
Inoiki’s psychokinesis wrapped around him like invisible binds, locking his body in place. Raikage’s muscles bulged, lightning roared, but he couldn’t move even an inch.
And the swords reached him.
THUD—THUD—THUD!
Each blade stabbed into him with devastating force. Two plunged into the sides of his chest, driving three to four inches deep. One buried itself in his back, cracking the ground beneath his feet. And two others—caught mid-strike—were clamped desperately in Raikage’s hands, held back only by the monstrous physical strength that had made him famous.
Even impaled, he refused to collapse.
Lightning exploded around him.
"RRRAAAAAH!!!"
With a roar that shook the entire valley, Raikage hurled the swords in his hands aside, flinging them like they weighed nothing. Sparks danced violently across his body as he tore the remaining blades free, each movent sending shockwaves through the air.
The swords flew away, clattering and skidding across the stone.
Blood ran down his torso—but he was still standing.
Still burning with power.
"Damn it," he growled, lightning crackling like a storm around him. "Fight like a man!"
He leaped at Inoiki again, launching himself skyward. The impact of his jump carved another crater beneath him, stone shattering outward in all directions.
But just as he rose—
FWOOOM!
One of Inoiki’s swords reappeared directly in his path, hovering with a force strong enough to halt even the Raikage’s charge. The blade slamd into him with raw psychokinetic power, stopping his advance mid-air and forcing him back down.
Raikage roared and tried again—but another sword intercepted him. Then another. And another.
The five giant swords worked in perfect rotation, striking, blocking, slashing, forcing Raikage to lose montum every ti he tried to get close. The air rang with tallic clashes and bursts of lightning as Raikage struggled fiercely, but the blades prevented him from closing the distance.
Up above, Inoiki floated in calm control—composed, calculating.
He understood sothing clearly.
Lightning Release Chakra Mode was one of the strongest defensive forms in the entire shinobi world—but wind was lightning’s natural counter. And of all the chakra natures he controlled through psychokinesis, wind was the most suited to cutting through Raikage’s armor of lightning.
So hovering in the sky, enveloped by blue psychic light, Inoiki began gathering wind chakra.
He was about to strike Raikage with the one nature that could truly cleave through thunder.
Inoiki lifted his hand toward the sky, rembering a technique from another world—the tyrant Bartholow Kuma’s devastating compressed air attack. With a single focused motion, he trapped a massive volu of air within an invisible spherical boundary ford by his psychokinesis.
To the naked eye, there was nothing at first.
But as he began compressing the air, an outline started forming—like a shimring distortion in the air.
Bump.
A soft, hollow thud echoed across the valley.
The giant air bubble, originally nearly ten ters in diater, shrank rapidly. The atmosphere rippled and warped as the trapped air was squeezed tighter and tighter. Spectators felt the pressure shift so intensely that it made their skin prickle.
Bump. Bump.
Again and again the sphere contracted, each compression producing a deeper, more resonant sound—as if the sky itself was being punched inward. Wind whipped across the valley floor, swirling violently as all nearby air was pulled toward the shrinking sphere.
Mabui’s eyes widened. Even standing far away, she could feel the air pressure thicken around them. "He’s... compressing an entire column of air," she whispered. "If that hits—"
The ball shrank rapidly, from the size of a boulder... to a barrel... to a fist... and finally, after dozens of compressions—
To a glowing, dense sphere no larger than a golf ball.
Raikage’s expression shifted. He had seen enough battles to know that small didn’t an weak. That tiny glowing sphere contained catastrophic force. If he let it hit freely, he would pay for it—possibly with his life.
But Inoiki didn’t give him ti to escape.
With a flick of his wrist, the compressed air sphere slipped from his palm, silently cutting through the air toward Raikage.
At the sa mont, Inoiki released control of the five swords. They clattered to the ground, no longer needed.
Raikage prepared to leap aside—
But gravity slamd down on him again.
The crushing force returned without warning, yanking his body toward the earth. His speed dropped drastically; even his Lightning Release Chakra Mode couldn’t compensate for the sudden heaviness.
The sphere closed in.
Raikage gritted his teeth, then growled, "Enough running. Let’s see how powerful your move really is—and how much damage it can do to ."
He crossed his arms before him, lightning surging violently around his body. He braced his stance, rooting his feet deep into the ground. His aura flared so brightly that arcs of lightning shot across the valley.
The sphere touched him.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The entire valley exploded into a blinding white flash.
An enormous blast of compressed wind burst outward, tearing through the earth with the force of a hurricane. The shockwave was so violent that even the spectators—standing high above—were forced to shield themselves and stagger backward. Dust and debris erupted upward like a volcanic plu.
Darui, Mabui, Samui, Karui, and Omoi stared into the pillar of wind and light with horror.
"Raikage!!!" they shouted, voices filled with panic.
The sheer magnitude of the blast made one thing clear:
If Raikage hadn’t been the Raikage...
He would’ve been obliterated.
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