Sasori swung his arm in a wide arc.
Under his control, the black tallic cube in front of him suddenly collapsed into a dense, oppressive black mist.
Then, in midair, the mist reshaped itself into three inverted pyramid-shaped cones.
Controlled by Sasori, the cones began to spin rapidly in the air. In just a blink, a sharp, howling wind filled everyone’s ears, swirling along with the black spinning cones.
"Be careful! Don’t attack with kunai or other ninja tools. Under the Third’s kekkei genkai, such weapons won’t work!"
Baki warned loudly—but he didn’t have ti to worry about anyone else.
One of the spinning black cones was already hurtling toward him.
Boom!
The inverted cone smashed into the ground, its montum gouging a deep trench into the earth. Everything it grazed was instantly shattered.
Baki had barely dodged in ti, and the weight of the mont was written all over his face.
If he hadn’t been carefully watching Sasori’s movents and dodged quickly, he would’ve been torn apart by that attack.
The rotational force carried a kind of suppressive pull. If caught off guard, it could completely disrupt a ninja’s movent.
Out of the corner of his eye, Baki glanced toward the area where Tsunade and Chiyo were, now hidden beneath a cloud of dust and debris.
He could still sense both of their chakra signatures and let out a quiet breath of relief.
As long as they weren’t killed on the spot, Tsunade’s legendary healing abilities could bring them back into the fight quickly.
During the peaceful alliance between Sand and Leaf, many severely ill Sand shinobi had co to Konoha for treatnt—and were healed by Tsunade.
Sasori’s brows furrowed slightly. He ignored the dodging Baki and instead turned toward the direction of Tsunade and Chiyo, his eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.
The iron-sand cone he released had t powerful resistance. He could feel it—at the mont of impact, the chakra binding his iron sand was forcefully shattered by an even stronger power.
At the sa ti, a sudden sense of danger caused Sasori to instinctively retreat several ters backward through the air.
In the very next instant, a blonde woman with her hair tied in a ponytail burst out from the dust cloud.
Her body soared high into the air before delivering a crushing axe kick straight down onto the spot where Sasori had just been standing.
Boom!
The ground cracked violently from the point of impact beneath Tsunade’s feet, as if crushed by a massive force from above.
The shockwave split the earth in a jagged line that stretched forward, forcing Sasori to rapidly dodge again.
He finally landed on a floating platform constructed from the Iron Sand of the Third Kazekage.
"A taijutsu user? No... that destructive power... she must be the legendary Princess Tsunade."
Seeing the overwhelming force of the blow, Sasori imdiately guessed her identity without hesitation.
In the Shinobi World, even if you hadn’t seen soone before, you could often identify them through their signature techniques or distinct fighting style.
It didn’t matter if you didn’t recognize their face.
As soone who had fought in the Second Great Ninja War, Sasori had heard his grandmother complain about Tsunade more tis than he could count.
Now, seeing her in action firsthand, he confird her identity in an instant.
"She smashed through the Iron Sand technique with just her fist? Incredible!" His eyes were fixed on her clenched hand, where a faint purple aura had begun to spread rapidly.
"But... the Iron Sand can’t be touched. It’s laced with poison, you know."
"You puppet masters are always so obsessed with your poisons," Tsunade replied coldly.
Her palm began to glow with a soft green light.
To Sasori’s surprise, the spreading toxin recoiled rapidly under the light, like snowflakes lting in boiling water.
In just the blink of an eye, the poison that looked like it was about to turn Tsunade’s fist purple had already been completely neutralized.
"When the poison spread and took effect, it should have already invaded your nervous system. Your body should’ve been paralyzed by intense pain and unable to move," Sasori said, confused.
He knew Tsunade’s dical ninjutsu was the best in the entire shinobi world. He also knew that even the poisons his grandmother Chiyo had created were all eventually countered by Tsunade.
But back then, there was at least a process—research, trial and error, and antidote developnt.
So what was this?
He firmly believed the poison he had concocted was far more potent and complex than anything his grandmother had ever created.
It wasn’t sothing that could be countered on the spot with so hastily prepared antidote.
Anyone who ca into contact with it would be wracked with pain until death.
Unless the poison was completely removed, dical ninjutsu could only delay death by making the victim suffer longer.
But now? What was this?
Just a seemingly ordinary dical technique had completely removed his poison?
This was a direct challenge to Sasori’s understanding—no, to his pride and expertise!
"You an the poison you created?" Tsunade asked, glancing up at the Sasori floating in the air, her tone calm but curious.
"It really is stronger and more complex than anything the old woman Chiyo made. Normally, a skilled dical ninja would need incredibly precise chakra control, high-level surgical ability, and a long amount of ti to get rid of it."
"Any mistake during that process could lead to catastrophic consequences. But I’m different."
She looked at him with interest.
This type of poison, in terms of its destructive power and complexity, was already on par with so of the specialized toxins Orochimaru’s Technology Developnt Departnt had developed to target the human body.
Unfortunately, her body was no longer what it used to be. It had changed beyond recognition.
Now, whether it was wounds of any kind or even poisons, she had developed incredibly high resistance and natural recovery capabilities.
For an average shinobi, being poisoned like this would render normal dical ninjutsu useless.
But if it was her—no matter how strong the poison was—it couldn’t threaten her life.
Even if she did absolutely nothing, her body would quickly develop antibodies tailored to the toxin.
If she actively used dical ninjutsu on herself, it would only accelerate the formation of those antibodies.
Right now, her body had already produced antibodies to counter the poison.
Until this battle ended, Tsunade would remain completely immune.
"Your body... it’s truly unique!" Sasori’s eyes glead with excitent and desire.
Just like with the Third Kazekage, he longed to turn her into a human puppet—a masterpiece he could preserve forever.
But as he watched Tsunade adjust her stance and charge at him again, he felt a slight headache forming.
What a sha—her fighting style was a terrible match for soone like him, a puppet master.
Despite his thoughts, Sasori didn’t slow down.
With a flick of his arm, afterimages sliced through the air as the Third Kazekage puppet unleashed a fierce attack.
Countless iron sand constructs swirled and clashed, sealing off all paths of movent and pressing the assault against Tsunade.
But no matter what ca at her, Tsunade’s response was always the sa—those pale, powerful fists of hers.
In terms of raw force, they might not rival Shisui’s Susanoo. But in sheer physical destruction, she was every bit its equal.
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