strictlysupreme Has Chapter 921 been launched?
Has Chapter 921 been launched?
"Has the Poison Pot Technique been activated?" Tobirama Senju's heart sank. "This will be their nightmare."
“If we don’t completely eliminate them, we can’t ensure absolute control in this battle.” Zhang Hai’s voice was ruthless and cold. “They don’t deserve to leave alive.”
"Are you really sure?" Tobirama Senju's voice was low, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Hai, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but his cold determination was undeniable.
Zhang Hai tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife: "No one can change my decision, Tobirama Senju. You once taught me to fight for my ideals. But now, my ideals are no longer your ideals, and the order of the ninja world is destined to end."
Tobirama Senju was silent for a moment, then finally sighed: "You don't understand. What you're trying to overthrow isn't just the order of the ninja world, but also the hopes of all humanity behind it."
"Hope?" Zhang Hai chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "What you call hope is nothing more than the wishful thinking of the weak in the face of cruel reality. True strength lies in knowing how to control one's destiny, not in placing one's hopes on fantasy."
Zhang Hai stood on the edge of a precipice cleaved by volcanic eruptions and lightning, his eyes flashing with a cold light. Though his breathing was rapid and his exhaustion was evident, his gaze remained as sharp as a knife. On the battlefield, the enemy's resistance had gradually crumbled; all that remained were struggling shadows, awaiting his final decision.
“No one will leave alive.” Zhang Hai’s voice was low and resolute, like a cold wind blowing in the dead of winter. “Since they dared to come, they should be prepared to die.”
Tobirama Senju stood beside him, his expression still calm, but the complex emotions in his eyes were unmistakable. "You were too impulsive, Zhang Hai. You are indeed powerful, but the current situation is far more complex than you imagine. Your current state is not enough to control the entire battle."
“Complex?” Zhang Hai sneered, turning to face Tobirama Senju, his coldness and determination unwavering. “I don’t need to consider these trivial matters. The enemy is powerless to fight back; it’s time to end this.”
Tobirama Senju felt a growing unease. He knew Zhang Hai's fighting philosophy was ruthless and resolute, but the current situation clearly didn't suit such an overly aggressive approach. He sighed, seemingly making a decision, and his tone softened slightly: "You're too eager to end everything, Zhang Hai. The outcome of war isn't just slaughter, but the creation of a new order for the future. If you continue to act this way, I'm afraid the 'order' you seek will never arrive."
Zhang Hai didn't answer, but simply closed his eyes, seemingly pondering Tobirama Senju's words. However, his heart had already made its decision. He knew that only by destroying everything that existed could he make room for the order he envisioned.
"Konoha has a powerful sealing barrier—the Four Red Yang Formation," Zhang Hai suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
Tobirama Senju paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Hai. "The Four Red Yang Formation? You mean, Konoha's Four Red Yang Formation?"
“That’s right.” Zhang Hai nodded. “This formation requires four Kage-level ninjas to activate, and Konoha’s Kage-level ninjas are ready.” A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he was full of confidence in the upcoming operation.
Tobirama Senju frowned, a sense of unease rising within him. "You mean, you've found four Kage-level ninjas and are preparing to have them work for you?"
“Of course.” Zhang Hai’s lips curled into a cold smile. “These Kage-level ninjas were carefully selected by me. I have already found them and prepared them. Next, I will use them and Konoha’s sealing techniques to completely turn the tide of the battle.”
Tobirama Senju took a deep breath. He understood that Zhang Hai's plan was no longer a simple battle, but a complex strategic deployment. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more so, he recognized Zhang Hai's well-thought-out strategic vision.
"You truly are a genius," Tobirama Senju exclaimed. "But you must remember that the ultimate goal of battle is not just victory. You cannot lose yourself for the sake of a temporary triumph."
Zhang Hai stared coldly at Tobirama Senju, seemingly accustomed to such words. His gaze hardened: "Victory is the only goal, Tobirama Senju. What you don't understand is that my ideals are far grander than you imagine. Only by completely destroying the existing order can the ninja world possibly usher in true peace."
Tobirama Senju's expression grew even more solemn. He knew that Zhang Hai was no longer the idealistic young man he once was, but a strategist who could completely change the course of the war and even the entire world. Although he still didn't entirely agree with Zhang Hai's methods, he had to admit that this young man possessed wisdom and determination beyond that of ordinary people.
Just as the two were talking, Zhang Hai suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to the distant battlefield. His expression became more serious, as if he had realized something.
“Shuiying,” Zhang Hai said coldly, “be careful of him.”
Tobirama Senju frowned. "Mizukage? You mean..."
“That’s right.” Zhang Hai’s voice was full of certainty. “The Mizukage is not an ordinary ninja. His identity is more complicated than you think. The Mizukage is actually Madara Uchiha in disguise.”
Tobirama Senju's face turned deathly pale instantly. His eyes widened, clearly unable to accept this fact. "Impossible! I saw Madara's body with my own eyes. He... he's dead."
Zhang Hai sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Do you think Madara Uchiha's death was really that simple? He used a forbidden technique to fake his death and escape. Behind everything is the forbidden power of the Sharingan."
Tobirama Senju's heart suddenly raced, and his mind instantly flashed back to the battle with Madara Uchiha. He had personally laid Madara's body to rest and watched Madara's life signs disappear, but now, Zhang Hai's words filled him with deep doubt.
"How did you know all this?" Tobirama Senju's voice trembled slightly, clearly realizing that the truth was far more complex than he had imagined.
“Madara is not dead, it was Tobirama Senju.” Zhang Hai’s voice was filled with a cold confidence. “He used his Sharingan and forbidden techniques to create an illusion, disguising himself as the Mizukage, and escaped the clutches of death.”
Tobirama Senju's expression grew increasingly solemn. He knew Madara Uchiha's power and wisdom, and if Madara were to be resurrected, it would undoubtedly bring unprecedented changes to the entire battle.
"This battle is probably far from over," Tobirama Senju said in a low voice, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.