"C2, dragon... hmm!" The detonating clay clone made a gesture, and the entire second half of the body of the dragon flying in the sky was directly disconnected, scattered section by section, and fell to the ground.
"Is this the extent? Without Ido, I would still take it with nothing!" The delicate brush strokes were rolling on the drawing board, and the light paint followed Yakumo's technique, leaving traces bit by bit, and the scene in the tree hole was again Show it all at once. "This space is under my control from now on!"
The momentum is not weaker than the black energy of Idu before.
Pure illusion energy spreads through the petite body in the air, and the tree hole in reality gradually changes into the appearance on the drawing board.
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"She really looks a little stronger than Yidu... What's going on? Has this little shrew been hiding her strength all this time? Speaking of which, I haven't fought well..." Yu Ling stopped at the tree At the entrance of the cave, he thought silently, his eyes connected with the three clones placed in the tree cave, and he decided to continue to observe Yakumo's strange abilities remotely, without intending to involve himself in it.
"Maruboshi-senpai, why don't you come out... If you continue like this, you will be affected."
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"The little girl turns out to be so powerful. I have always heard the Third Hokage praise her, but I didn't expect her strength to be so terrifying... Being able to control the terrain is the ability of the Blood Succession Limit..." A veteran who was active in the Second Ninja War and the Third Ninja War, the most powerful thing in his knowledge is probably the Blood Succession Limit. Well...
Maruboshi Kosuke has never thought that Kurama Yakumo's abilities are all due to some kind of strange mutation, which is also a special situation in the family...
"It seems that I can't help. What a place... I can only watch the battle like that little boy!"
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"Isn't it just that you can draw a picture? How can something on paper be called art? Well! Art is an explosion!" Chapter With a snap of his fingers, the first bomb was detonated in mid-air.
Brilliant sparks illuminated the entire tree hole, and even the dry corners looked faintly burned.
The clay clone stood on the dragon's head, assuming the same posture as the main body, imitating Deidara's posture. His hands also reached into the pockets on his body, chewing the empty mouth with both palms.
"What kind of art is this? There is no sense of beauty at all. Is this the result of so-called self-study?" Yakumo concentrated on painting without raising his head. He just waved his left hand like a fly, and a burst of orange illusion energy Following the arm, it covered the side where the bomb exploded.
"Hey, outdated art! Boom!" The clay clone couldn't help but throw bombs downwards. The dragon's body also shortened little by little, and visually it was only one-third of its original size.
The bomb was still released uncontrollably, but even though the entire tree hole was blown up and trembled, Yakumo was still unaffected and painted with peace of mind, suppressing the Ido in his body while waving his arms to deflect the bomb.
"If your bomb was of some use...I wouldn't deny it so much." His hand stopped, his pen came down, and he raised his head. Give each other a cold look.
"It's just me..."
"The main body said it was a big move, what else does a clone want to argue with?" After adding a stroke on the drawing board, the lower body of the clay clone ignited with flames, covering the entire body in red.
"Witchcraft... C2 Dragon, go down!" The clay clone jumped back before the flames burned the dragon, and Chakra guided all the remaining bombs to fly towards it. Yakumo.
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"It seems that something is not going well with my clone. It's just that the senior brother and junior sister are not in good condition... Forget it, let's resolve this personal grudge next time... How dare you show such a corny painting in front of me Do you call yourself art?" Deidara glanced disdainfully at the tree hole where the explosions were heard from the back of the giant bird. His heart was itching, and his palms were chewing clay involuntarily.
But there were two wounded lying beside him. For the sake of the survival of the team, he absolutely could not return to the tree hole.
"Art is explosion! Hmm!"
He could only vent in place, secretly leaving two clay fleas behind, and continued to control the giant bird away from the battlefield.
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"The people fighting Yakumo have already run away. There should be five teams left in the field now. Theoretically, only seven more people need to be eliminated before this battle can be over. The time is not up yet... ...Don't be in a hurry." Yu Ling looked at the direction in which Iwagakure was escaping, and figured out the strategy for this exam in his mind.
It is definitely impractical to find people to fight in the forest, and with the whole team relying on such strong strength, wouldn't it be a pity not to use it...
"Well, it would be enough if we can attract other teams to come and take the initiative to fight us. Iwagakure currently has no fighting power. Another team in Konoha probably won't want to attack us, and Kumogakure was defeated by Maruboshi-senpai alone... The only one left is Sunagakure Kazuo." The corners of his mouth slowly raised, and the one standing at the entrance of the cave The figure looks more and more confident...
"Sunagakure, there is really nothing to be afraid of. Both teammates have defeated a small team by themselves, so leave the rest to me... As a captain, you can't do it without showing some strength!"
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"A battle between trapped beasts..." In Yakumo's eyes, there was no trace of the slowly falling dragon, not even the falling clay clone. No.
All she cared about was the Iwagakure ninja who challenged her art.
As long as that person is not around, these things alone are not enough to attract Yakumo's attention.
"It's better for you, an ugly thing like you, to disappear. You dare to call yourself art, but you dare not stay to confront me head-on. Isn't this what an artist should do? Tell your master, if you want to prove yourself, come here Duel." Yakumo said this without any ambiguity, just like a casual homely sentence, natural and smooth.
"Impossible! Art can only explode! A traditional thing like you can only be destroyed by my art." The clay clone slapped his lower body that was on fire, but his mouth was unforgiving, and the flow of chakra The body became frantic, the whole body slowly expanded, and an unknown gas gathered in the body.
"What do you want to do? Do you mean...are you going to blow yourself up?" Yakumo saw through the clay clone's thoughts at a glance. His eyes finally became more serious, and he began to paint the clay clone one stroke at a time.
"It's not what I want...it's the master's wish! Things like you are not worthy of being called art! He wants me to show you...art is explosion! Hmm!" With a loud shout, the clay clone was in the tree The bottom of the hole exploded.
An air wave larger than all the previous explosions combined rushed towards him, overwhelming Yakumo's illusion energy that filled the air. The illusion was also destroyed bit by bit, and the real tree hole was slowly restored.
Yakumo's painter still couldn't catch up with the explosion of the clay clone.
A gap suddenly appeared on the side of the tree hole.
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"Ha... detonate clay, the clone will self-destruct..." Deidara muttered silently, and the clone's memories rushed into his mind.
"Have you denied my art? But the explosion of the clone...can you stop it?" He looked confidently at the tree hole, obviously he did not think that the weak-looking little girl could survive.
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"My art can control everything in the world..." The pen stopped again, and his sharp eyes met the blast of wind.
She had already known that Maruboshi-senpai and Yu Ling's three clones were nearby, but she just wasn't happy to talk to them. At this moment, she had to consider not only herself, but also Maruboshi-senpai's life. As for Yu Ling's three clones, they will still feel the same pain after disappearing. Isn't this just right for Yakumo?
"If you don't come to me... just bear it for yourself! You stinky man, you don't know how to show mercy to a woman. I curse you to never find a wife in your life!"
After thinking about it, chakra gushes out from the tip of the pen and inputs the words on the painting. At the center of the explosion, the illusion energy once again spread uncontrollably in the space, covering the entire incomplete tree hole.
"Explosion...disappear." He glanced at Maruhoshi Kosuke from the corner of his eye, and the whole space was strangely distorted.
The skill is accomplished.
Orange light flashed in the center of the explosion, and the next second, the explosion seemed to be compressed, shrinking at an extremely fast speed, resembling time and space regress... The
clay clone stood in place perfectly.
His legs were still stained with flames.
But the spirit as a clone completely dissipated, leaving only an empty body.
"Slideshow..."
whispered softly, the illusion chakra transformed the environment as he pleased, and the damage caused by the explosion naturally disappeared.
Maruboshi-senpai, who was closer to the center of the explosion, also completely saved his life.
However, the three Yu Ling clones were not so lucky.
They were not within Yakumo's consideration at all, and they were smashed into pieces without any trace left.
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"What kind of ability is this... um... bastard, you actually avenged a private revenge, Yakumo, did you do it on purpose?" Yu Ling, who was observing Yakumo's movements with his Sharingan, did not notice that he was completely exposed to the explosion. He had three clones, and the pain from the triple explosion was all felt on his body. He was caught off guard inadvertently. He was angry and funny, but there was nothing he could do.
"It won't take long, you will definitely suffer some pain!"
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"Drink! How could my art disappear? Without the explosion, the clone is indeed not art. Could it be that it was killed by that Konoha girl? Have the ninja been eliminated? But why did the triggered explosion disappear directly..." Deidara squinted his eyes and looked at the tree hole through his camera.
There had been thick smoke and fire just now, but now there was only silence.
If it weren't for the charred hole in the tree hole, it didn't look like anything had happened.
"Witchcraft...it can only be witchcraft!" Deidara panicked in his heart, and actually felt a little lucky that he had escaped safely.
"Is she really that strong? Could it be that her teammates have just arrived..." ...
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What kind of ability does the little girl have... I have prepared the cauldron, but why is there nothing?" "