stonecrandall Chapter 461 Hidan's First Failure
Chapter 461 Hidan's First Failure
Chapter 461 Hidan's First Failure
Inside the communications command center of the Star Ninja Army's ANBU base in the Land of Stars, a different kind of tense and deadly atmosphere prevailed.
Under the soft, cool white light, rows of sophisticated communication equipment and monitoring screens occupy most of the communication center.
Dozens of ninjas from the communications and intelligence squads, dressed in ANBU uniforms, sat in front of their respective terminals, their fingers flying across the keyboards or whispering into their earpieces, gathering, analyzing, summarizing, and forwarding information from all directions.
A faint sense of stagnation permeated the air, along with the low hum of machinery.
A heavy metal door slid open silently.
A tall, imposing figure, exuding a damp, deep aura, stepped into the communications center.
He wore a specially made dark blue stand-up collar robe and carried a large sword called Samehada, wrapped in layers of white bandages.
Even though he concealed his aura, the oppressive feeling of a top-tier ninja and the murderous aura from countless bloody battles still made several young communications ninjas nearby subconsciously tense up.
It was none other than Kisame Hoshigaki, the Captain-Commander of the Dark Division of the Land of Stars.
He had shark-like gray-blue skin, sharp teeth, and small eyes.
He walked straight to the central command platform, his steps steady, his shoes making a soft rustling sound as they gently scraped against the ground.
"How is the situation?" Kisame's voice was deep, without any unnecessary pleasantries.
Sitting in front of the central command platform was a young Hyuga clan ninja.
He took off his headphones, revealing a slightly pale face.
Upon hearing the commander's question, he immediately turned around and reported quickly but clearly: "Reporting to the commander! The frontline Sand Squad has been attacked by an unknown powerful enemy and has sent out an emergency distress signal!"
"Based on the enemy's ninjutsu characteristics, weapon descriptions, and fragments of dialogue captured in Kankuro's communications, the intelligence team conducted an emergency comparative analysis using the database and preliminarily determined the attacker's identity to be—"
The Hyuga ninja paused, his voice growing even more grave: "Members of the Akatsuki organization, Sasori of the Red Sand, and Hidan, a cultist of Jashin!"
"Sasori of the Red Sand—Hidan—" Kisame repeated the two names in a low voice, his small eyes narrowing slightly and his shark-like teeth baring.
As the captain of the Anbu, one of the giants in charge of intelligence and the dark side of the Star Country, he has a wealth of information on the various forces in the ninja world.
In particular, the Akatsuki organization, composed of a large number of S-rank rogue ninjas, has become a long-term focus of the Anbu after Pain was defeated and fled during his attack on the Land of Stars.
Sasori of the Red Sand, a puppet genius from Sunagakure, is skilled in puppetry and poison. It is said that the disappearance of the Third Kazekage is closely related to him.
Hidan, a follower of the Jashin religion from Yugakure in the Land of Rivers, possesses a bizarre immortality. His "Curse Technique: Death Possession Blood" is considered one of the most shameless and troublesome forbidden techniques in the ninja world, a prime example of "first-time kill".
Even for a Jonin, the survival rate of encountering either of these two guys is pitifully low, let alone encountering both at the same time!
Trouble, big trouble.
Kisame instantly assessed the severity of the situation.
Especially since the Sand Squad also has Gaara, the Jinchuriki of the One-Tailed Beast!
"Immediately transmit detailed information on Sasori and Hidan's abilities, combat characteristics, and countermeasures to the frontline Sand Squad and all support squads en route!"
Kisame ordered in a deep voice, "Especially that girl Yukimi. She's impulsive; don't let her suffer from a lack of intelligence!"
"Yes!" The Hyuga ninja immediately made several hand gestures to the ninjas around him who were responsible for encrypting and transmitting information.
The command was quickly converted into an encrypted data stream and, via the chakra network, was launched at top speed to the battlefield thousands of miles away.
After finishing that, Kisame immediately followed up with, "Who is the nearest support team? How long until they arrive at the battlefield?"
The Hyuga ninja had already pulled up the battlefield situation map and quickly replied, "The team closest to the attack site is led by Lord Uchiha Shisui."
"Based on their last reported location and speed, it should take them about ten more minutes to reach the combat zone!"
"Shisui, huh? —" Kisame nodded as he looked at the rapidly moving dot on the big screen that represented Shisui's team.
If it were Shisui with his ability to instantly kill, with his strength and the cooperation of Xuejian and the others, they should be able to take down these two enemies.
"Notify the rapid reaction forces and medical units at the border to stand by and be ready to provide support at any time," Kisame finally ordered.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield thousands of miles away.
The moonlight remained cold, and a bloody stench permeated the air.
Xuejian stood still, her left hand tightly covering the area below her right shoulder blade.
There was no weapon there, and the clothes only had a small tear, but a sharp pain was spreading wildly from that point!
Muscles, bones, nerves —
They all seemed to be torn apart and pierced by an invisible force!
The excruciating pain instantly covered her forehead in cold sweat, turned her face deathly pale, and caused her body to sway uncontrollably.
She raised her head, her deep blue eyes filled with horror, staring intently at Hidan standing in the center of the eerie blood formation on the opposite sand.
Hidan's appearance underwent a terrifying change.
His original skin color had turned completely black, and there were still some pale lines on his face and limbs that looked like bones. He looked like a demon that had just crawled out of the fires of hell.
He stood in the circle of blood-stained triangles, his right hand gripping the handle of the Bloodstained March Scythe tightly, while the sharp, curved blade was now piercing deep into his own left shoulder socket!
The location was exactly the same as the spot where Xuejian felt the excruciating pain!
Thick, fresh blood dripped from the blade of the scythe onto the sand beneath Hidan's feet.
Curse - Death Possession Blood!
"Damn it—I was careless—" Xuejian gritted her teeth.
The information received through the cochlear communicator from the Dark Side base was still a step too late. Hidan—a cultist of Jashin, suspected of possessing immortality, can obtain the blood of his opponents and cast curses within a specific array, simultaneously feeding back the damage he suffers to his opponents!
Xuejian silently recited the information in her mind, recalling the trace of blood that had stained her cheek when the opponent's scythe had just grazed her!
That trace of blood became the medium through which the other party launched this strange curse!
At this moment, Hidan was looking at the scythe that had pierced his shoulder. Instead of pain, his face was filled with a twisted smile of madness and pleasure!
He could clearly feel the excruciating pain from the sickle piercing his muscles and rubbing against his bones, but this pain did not frighten him; instead, it made him tremble with excitement!
"Ah—ha—that's the feeling—pain—connection—sharing—" Hidan groaned intermittently.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes, now completely consumed by madness, fixed intently on Xuejian, whose face was pale.
That gaze was filled with cruel expectation and a kind of religious fanaticism.
"Jashin-sama!" Hidan suddenly raised his head and let out a hoarse and high-pitched roar at the night sky, which was slightly obscured by the smoke of battle.
His voice was even distorted by excitement and pain: "Please, witness your most faithful believer offering you this fresh and sweet sacrifice!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles in his right hand, which was gripping the sickle tightly, suddenly bulged!
Judging from his posture, he was preparing to pull the sickle that had pierced his shoulder downwards or slice it horizontally.
The damage caused in that way will be reflected back to Xuejian exactly as it was through the curse!
That would be enough to disembowel her and kill her instantly!
Tsk! ! !
Hidan, wielding his blood-red crescent scythe, slashed fiercely across his own abdomen with his madness!
The sharp scythe cut through his black skin, muscles, and even internal organs without any resistance!
A large amount of hot, dark red blood gushed out like a fountain from the huge wound in his abdomen, staining the sand and the blood array beneath his feet a mess!
"Ugh—!!" Hidan let out a howl that sounded inhuman.
But there was a hint of joy and anticipation in his voice.
I look forward to seeing that hateful woman across from me, cut open in the same spot by an invisible force, her intestines spilling out, collapsing to the ground in a miserable state.
However, as he endured the excruciating pain and dizziness from blood loss, with a cruel smile, he eagerly looked up at the opposite side.
The anticipated scene of the enemy screaming and falling to the ground did not occur.
Under the moonlight, where Xuejian stood, there was only a wisp of faint smoke rolling about on its own.
A night breeze blew by, stirring up a little dust.
"Wh-what?" Hidan's maniacal smile froze instantly, and he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.
This movement aggravated the wound in his abdomen, causing him to grimace in pain once more.
"Hiss—Where are the people? Where are the sacrifices?! Where are the sacrifices for the evil god?!"
Hidan looked bewildered and confused.
His "Death Possession Blood" has never failed!
Once you obtain the other party's blood, you can activate "Death Possession Blood" to harm yourself within the formation, and the other party will inevitably be injured in the same way!
This is the supreme power bestowed upon him by the evil god!
That woman was clearly grazed by the scythe and had blood drawn from it; the curse on her shoulder clearly took effect just now!
Why—why is she gone?
Could she have escaped the moment the curse was activated?
No, not possible!
Even if you use body techniques, you will still leave behind afterimages or chakra fluctuations!
But there was nothing there, only a cloud of smoke?
smoke?
Hidan's chaotic and frantic mind seemed to have caught a glimpse of something amiss.
He stared intently at the wisp of smoke that had not yet dissipated.
suddenly!
The cloud of smoke that had been just rolling around in place suddenly "came to life"!
It no longer drifted aimlessly, but suddenly shrank inward, and then transformed into an extremely swift stream of smoke, rushing towards Hidan, who was standing in the formation and reacting a little slower due to his severe abdominal injury and shock!
"What?!" Hidan only had time to utter a short exclamation before the eerie stream of smoke rushed towards him!
The smoke stream has no physical form and cannot be blocked.
In Hidan's wide-eyed reflection, the cloud of smoke seemed to come alive and suddenly "drilled" into his slightly open mouth and nostrils!
Hidan's body stiffened abruptly.
"Ugh! Ughh ...
Immediately afterwards, indescribable pain swept through every nerve in his body!
It wasn't the sharp pain from kunai or shuriken, nor the burning pain from ninjutsu; it felt as if countless scalding grains of sand were scorching his trachea, lungs, and intestines—
It was frantically churning and burning inside all the internal organs!
"Hoh—hoh—" Hidan tried to scream, but the smoke blocked his airway, and he could only make hoarse sounds like a broken bellows.
He gripped his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes bulging, and the veins under his dark skin standing out.
He staggered backward, each step landing on his own flowing blood, leaving messy footprints.
The abdominal wound tore wider due to the violent spasms and movements, and the blood flowed even more profusely.
puff--!
Finally, after retreating seven or eight steps, Hidan fell heavily to the ground, his body curled up like a boiled shrimp, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.
The smoke that had entered his body slowly "flowed" out from his violently heaving mouth and nose, gathering and solidifying again on the open ground not far in front of him.
The smoke billowed and shaped, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed back into human form.
It was Xuejian!
However, Xuejian's condition was not good at the moment.
Her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Every breath she took aggravated the wound on her right shoulder.
Her breathing also became disordered, clearly indicating that activating her bloodline limit while injured and using the "Smoked Technique" had put a great strain on her.
"Cough cough—Damn it—" Xuejian knelt on one knee, using her left hand to support her body, barely managing not to fall.
That was so close!
If she hadn't used the Ibri clan's bloodline limit "Smoke Transformation" at the last moment, instantly transforming her body into a shapeless, physical-immune smoke, she would have avoided the damage from Hidan's "Jujutsu: Death Possession Blood".
I'm afraid she's already disemboweled like that madman!
Her smoke form avoids the feedback of Hidan's "Death Possession Blood," which relies on the "damage synchronization" rule.
Because when she turned into smoke, in a sense, she was no longer flesh and blood, and the "Death Possession Blood" lost its synchronized "target".
Even though the Ibri clan's bloodline limit allowed Yukimi's body to "smoke" and thus avoid the simultaneous damage from "Death Possession Blood," Yukimi's soul still felt that excruciating pain.
Clearly, "Smoke Transformation" cannot completely evade the lock-on of "Curse Art: Death Possession Blood," it only weakens the opponent's damage.
But that's enough.
After dodging the synchronized damage, Yukimi, despite the pain in her soul, used the "Smoke Technique" to pour the smoke she transformed into into Hidan's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose into his body, burning his organs from the inside.
This move almost killed Kakashi, who had already become a Jonin, but against a monster like Hidan—
"Hiss—is this what it feels like to be hurt by the smoke technique? It's hard to describe—" Xuejian gasped for breath, struggling to look up ahead.
Although the "Smoke Technique" caused damage to the opponent, Hidan's "Death Possession Blood" state at the time also left a wound on Yukimi's soul.
Not far away, Hidan lay sprawled on the sand like a lump of mud, his body twitching unconsciously, blood and foam oozing from his mouth and nose, clearly indicating that his internal organs had suffered severe burns.
However, the rate of bleeding from his massive abdominal wound was visibly slowing down, as his terrifying regenerative abilities were taking effect.
What's most chilling is that he hasn't lost consciousness yet. Although his eyes are filled with pain, they still glare at Xuejian with endless resentment.
"You—you bastard—" Hidan's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, each word accompanied by spasms from the burning pain in his internal organs.
"What exactly is this bloodline limit?!"
Xuejian did not answer, nor was she able to.
With each additional unit of chakra she uses, the excruciating pain in her shoulder and the weakness in her body worsen.
But she knew she couldn't give this madman any chance to catch his breath or cast that strange spell again!
She gritted her teeth and slowly stood up. Although she swayed a little, she steadied herself.
A kunai was also held in Yukimi's hand.
With somewhat weak steps, she walked towards Hidan, who was lying on the ground.
"Cough—you want to—kill me?" Hidan saw the killing intent in Yukimi's eyes, but instead grinned, revealing a mocking smile that was a mixture of pain and madness, his mouth full of blood and foam.
"It's no use—I am the eternal favorite of the evil god—immortal—indestructible—you can't kill me—once I recover—I will make you the most painful sacrifice—ugh!"
His words came to an abrupt end.
Because Yukimi had already walked to his side, without any hesitation, the kunai in her hand drew a cold, sharp line under the moonlight, precisely slicing across Hidan's neck.
Pfft—!
A head, still bearing a ferocious expression, was severed from its neck and rolled a long way on the sand, leaving a dark red trail of blood.