Naruto: From Fake to Real, Deceiving the Ninja World

Chapter 542 A highly nourishing tonic!

Chapter 542 A highly nourishing tonic!

"call----"

The figure had his eyes closed, wearing Hyuga Neji's white outfit that outlined his smooth and powerful body lines. His long black hair was tied up at the back of his head, and his forehead was smooth.

His face vaguely resembled Hyuga Neji's features, yet it also carried a touch of the ancient charm of Otsutsuki Hamura, as well as the inhuman indifference of "Caged Bird".

These three characteristics coexist harmoniously, forming a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of grey-blue eyes.

The color of his pupils was like the deepest sky before dawn, or the calm sea after a storm; his gaze was calm and profound.

Chuan's blank and unfocused gaze gradually sharpened. He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and clenched his fists with slight force.

Snapped!

The air crackled slightly in his palm; the power of this body was terrifying.

"This is the new body that Lord Yun prepared for me."

A complex look flashed in Kawashiro's eyes as he sighed, "He's supposed to be a servant, but in the end, he's the one being taken care of."

"Since that's the case—"

He slowly loosened his fist, looked up, and as if through this space he saw a familiar figure, a smile appeared on his face.

I'll go see an "old friend".

Go and do what you "must do".

The next moment, Chuan Shi's figure disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, above the cracks in the underground palace, the billowing smoke and turbulent currents finally began to dissipate slowly.

In the center of the giant crater, Rock Lee lay quietly on the scorched ground.

The crimson steam that symbolized life burning to its extreme had long since dissipated, leaving the body charred black, like charcoal repeatedly burned by flames.

The skin was cracked and peeling, revealing the equally charred and carbonized muscles and bones underneath. The body was shriveled, the flesh and blood had been drained, leaving only a layer of skin covering the jagged skeleton.

His eyes were closed, and there was almost no breath coming in or out of his mouth and nose. Only the very faint, almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest proved that he still had a sliver of life left.

Gudong!Gudong!

The "Gluttony" in his hands, in order to maintain the symbiotic relationship between the two, was constantly drawing something from his broken body, and in turn feeding back a small amount of chakra.

They were forcibly keeping Lee Locke's life hanging by a thread, which was like a candle flickering in the wind and could be extinguished at any moment.

However, even so, his aura was already extremely weak, almost indistinguishable from that of a real charred corpse.

On the other hand, Orochimaru looked even more miserable; to use "miserable" to describe him seemed too merciful.

"Hoo—cough cough—"

Orochimaru's entire body was almost broken at the waist, with his upper and lower body folded 180 degrees.

His upper body slumped limply, his back pressed tightly against the back of his thighs.

Only some torn flesh and a few tattered tendons at the waist barely held his upper and lower body together, preventing them from being completely separated.

Through that horrific wound, one could see internal organs, bones, a shattered vertebrae, and bone fragments piercing through the flesh.

Clearly, all the bones in his body had been shattered by the impact of that kick and the subsequent collisions.

"Damn it!"

Despite suffering such a fatal and devastating blow, Orochimaru was not completely dead; his eyes still held a mixture of shock and fear.

The power of the Six Paths level, with its strong vitality and self-healing ability, is attempting to repair this broken body.

But it's clear to everyone that such a thorough injury will require a long time to heal.

But now, here, on this battlefield, no one will give him that time.

"I'm sorry, Momoshiki-sama."

Kinshiki Otsutsuki appeared behind Momoshiki Otsutsuki, bowing his head and saying, "Those two guys—"

"I know."

Momoshiki Otsutsuki didn't even glance at Kinshiki before interrupting him, his eyes fixed on Orochimaru, his gaze flickering.

If, if only that thing exuding such an alluring aura could be refined into a "pill" and consumed—

This thought uncontrollably entered Momoshiki's mind and quickly grew and spread.

A highly nutritious food!

Momoshiki's gaze gradually turned intense; she couldn't let such high-quality "food" slip by!

"Leave that guy to me!"

The last trace of hesitation in Momoshiki's eyes vanished. After uttering those words to Isshiki, Momoshiki disappeared from his spot, and Kinshiki, who was standing to the side, also disappeared.

The two Otsutsuki were like two shooting stars swooping down from the sky, rushing towards Orochimaru, who was almost powerless to resist below.

However, just as Momoshiki and Kinshiki were halfway down their dive, seemingly about to seize their prey in the next second—

Momoshiki Ōtsutsuki, who was rushing ahead, instinctively moved to the side with a clumsy movement, as if he were trying to avoid the air.

But before Kinshiki Otsutsuki could even understand why Momoshiki-sama had suddenly made such an outrageous move, a blow struck him in the side abdomen!

Bang! !

Kinshiki Otsutsuki's burly and powerful body flew backward at an even faster speed, his face showing astonishment, crashing into several protruding rocks before finally coming to a stop.

"What is it?"

"What's around us?"

Momoshiki hovered in mid-air, stabilizing his body. Veins bulged around his Byakugan as he scanned the seemingly empty surroundings.

The two Rinnegan eyes suddenly opened in the palms of his outstretched hands.

Sure enough, in what seemed to be an empty space, four armored figures turned into four afterimages and landed at the bottom of the pit, standing behind the other two figures.

Madara Uchiha's messy black hair danced wildly, his face was cold and stern, while Hashirama Senju's long, straight black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and nine Truth-Seeking Balls floated behind him.

"Are you what they call extraterrestrials?"

Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan slowly rotated, his gaze sweeping over Momoshiki and Kinshiki, lingering for a moment on the two red Rinnegan in Momoshiki's palm.

"Ha, eyes aren't on the face, they're on the hands—"

A mocking and contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of Ban's mouth: "Is this a characteristic of your race? That's quite a bizarre aesthetic."

"Madara." Hashirama Senju frowned slightly, glancing at the pitiful Orochimaru standing not far behind him. "Shouldn't we deal with this guy first—"

"Didn't you see I was talking to those two weirdos?" Madara Uchiha interrupted impatiently without turning around.

"But—" Hashirama Senju opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again.

"Shut up!" Madara Uchiha didn't even bother to turn his head this time, and simply snapped at him impatiently.

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Hashirama Senju was momentarily speechless, his mouth agape. He then silently squatted down, extended his finger, and began drawing circles on the ground.

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