Chapter 70: The Death God of Konoha!

Fujinaka Genma acted swiftly.

Because he needed to find an opportunity to assume a new identity.

And that identity had to be a member of the Hidden Mist’s masked assassination special unit.

So he had to create another major chaos.

“My chakra isn’t high enough—I need to seize the chance to consume a concentrated ration pill.”

Fujinaka Genma planned silently, then gave a covert signal to the remaining shadow clone.

And so.

That shadow clone attacked immediately, without waiting for Ao to locate him.

While all eyes focused on the shadow clone, Fujinaka Genma struck suddenly—his right hand, Lei Qie, plunged straight into the heart of the Hidden Mist assassination unit’s leader, Wu.

One strike, fatal!

Wu, half his mask gone, slowly turned his head toward Fujinaka Genma, disbelief etched on his face.

When?

Had the man who saved him multiple times been pretending all along?

Wu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

After withdrawing his hand, Fujinaka Genma let the corpse fall to the ground.

“Fujinaka Genma’s true body is him!”

“Damn it!”

“Kill him together!”

The Hidden Mist ninja roared and turned their blades toward Fujinaka Genma.

But.

Fujinaka Genma had already prepared—he retreated swiftly and pressed both hands to the ground.

Earth Release: Multiple Earth Flow Walls!

Five layers of stone walls erupted from the earth.

Blocking sightlines and shielding attacks, Fujinaka Genma immediately gathered a Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade in his left hand, while his right hand snatched up a handful of concentrated ration pills and chewed them down.

At that moment, a flood surged, explosive tags detonated, and one after another, the earth walls were washed away and shattered.

Figures rushed forward with howls.

Fujinaka Genma had already dispelled his transformation technique; after retreating over twenty meters, he smiled at the charging Hidden Mist ninja and hurled the Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade—spinning rapidly, emitting a piercing, shrill hum.

“No!”

“Scatter!”

Yagura’s face turned pale.

But it was too far—he could no longer use his Water Mirror Technique, and there was no time.

They had already experienced the horror of this technique before—it was terrifying and had an enormous radius.

“Too late—if we don’t block it, we might…”

Yagura stared at the incoming Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade, his mind shifted in an instant—he did not flee, but swiftly formed hand seals.

Water Release: Great Water Bomb Wave!

Yagura opened his mouth, and a torrent of water surged forth, forming a massive wave rushing toward the spinning Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade.

Immediately after, he did not stop—he stood atop the water and formed hand seals again: Water Release: Five Dragon Bullet Technique!

This was his limit—summoning five water dragons at once.

Rolling torrents rose, five water dragons coalesced, racing forward at greater speed to meet the Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade.

Boom!

The water dragons shattered; the Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade expanded and spun further, dragging the water into a colossal vortex that kept growing outward.

But.

This did slow the expansion of the Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade and reduced its affected area.

It gave the charging Hidden Mist ninja time to escape, though some, slower to react, were swept into the water vortex—spitting blood, flying backward, dying instantly.

The pure Wind Release: Spiral Wind Blade killed through countless dense wind needles; now, it had become a colossal vortex, like a hurricane at sea.

Anyone caught at the edge had their internal organs shattered by the terrifying force.

Yet, in the end, Yagura had bought time—and on water, the Hidden Mist ninja moved faster.

After hurling the technique, Fujinaka Genma paid no further attention to its outcome—he used Flying Thunder God Technique to return to the other battlefield.

There, the lone remaining shadow clone had been overwhelmed and destroyed by Ao and his men.

Fujinaka Genma appeared suddenly and activated Multiple Shadow Clone Technique again.

Over twenty shadow clones, then activated Transformation Technique, plunging the Hidden Mist ninja into fresh chaos.

Because this time, Ao could no longer distinguish friend from foe by chakra signature.

Judging by intelligence required time.

But Fujinaka Genma would not give them time.

One word: Kill!

So when Yagura and the others returned to the battlefield, and when reinforcements—sent by Shuikun after breaking through Jiraiya’s blockade—finally arrived,

The battlefield, littered with corpses, held only nine survivors.

Add Yagura and his group.

A total of sixteen!

“Don’t come closer!”

Yagura raised his hand and shouted, halting the reinforcements.

The more people here, the worse it became—the harder to tell Fujinaka Genma apart.

Even now, he couldn’t be sure how many of the nine remaining men were allies.

Especially the five masked members of the assassination special unit.

Look at the corpses on the ground.

Many faces were unrecognizable; identities couldn’t be confirmed in such a short time.

“Cough… cough…”

Ao coughed, blood streaming from his left arm; he looked at Yagura and said, “Use long-range attacks—take out all of us together!”

“This is the best solution!”

Yagura nodded coldly, then raised his hand, preparing to give the order.

“Enough games!”

One masked Hidden Mist ninja spoke.

Then—POOF—a cloud of smoke rose, and Fujinaka Genma revealed his true face.

Immediately after, the other four masked ninja vanished.

All were his shadow clones.

Seeing this,

Yagura, Ao, and the hundred reinforcements who had just arrived—all broke into cold sweats.

“That’s enough for today!”

“Go back and tell your Mizukage—the Land of Fire and the Hidden Leaf are not to be trifled with by just anyone.”

“If Itachi dare to offend, Itachi must pay a sufficient price!”

Fujinaka Genma’s expression turned icy.

Yagura and the others fell silent.

Price?

Indeed, it was heavy!

Over three hundred elite ninja—now only eleven remained.

“That bastard—he’s a demon!”

“He’s the Death God!”

One Hidden Mist ninja couldn’t help shouting, his legs trembling.

The battle had dragged on; surrounded by mangled corpses, his mind nearly shattered.

“Withdraw!”

“Or I’ll come to the Hidden Mist Village myself!”

Fujinaka Genma finished speaking and turned toward the other battlefield.

Yagura opened his mouth, eager to give the order to attack.

After all, over a hundred reinforcements had arrived.

But could they really win?

How could they handle what had just happened?

In the end,

Over a hundred Hidden Mist ninja watched Fujinaka Genma, his divine robe soaked in blood, walk away.

“Death God!”

“He’s not even human!”

"Damn it!"

"They're all dead!"

Suddenly, a Mist ninja broke into loud sobs and collapsed to his knees, trembling.

As this Mist ninja’s mind shattered,

beside Yagura, beside Ao, one by one the Mist ninjas collapsed to the ground, all courage gone, leaving only fear—unshakable and lingering in their hearts!

It wasn’t just them.

The Mist reinforcements who had just arrived stared at the battlefield, now resembling hell, their blood turning cold from their soles to their brains, each one speechless.

Just moments ago, even if Yagura had ordered them to attack, the vast majority among them would have dared not move.

Fujinaka Genma, his robes stained with blood, left bloody footprints with every step, carried no aura of killing intent—yet that made him even more terrifying.

Over three hundred elite ninjas!

Now only eleven remained.

What kind of monster is this?

No!

Not a monster!

A god of death!