Wood Style, Nativity of a World of Trees

Yuki smiled and asked politely, "What do you think I'm relying on to hunt you down alone?"

"You think too highly of yourself? No! Your performance just now has already confirmed the truth of the Hokage."

After all, he was one of the three ninjas. He knew that he would not be able to solve anything in his panic. At this time, Orochimaru had already adjusted his mood and regained his usual calmness. He even had time to seriously think about the problem with Yuki.

"To be able to quickly grasp my weakness and make use of this plot, in fact, to perfectly grasp the psychological reaction of the third generation teacher and achieve a hit in one hit, you are naturally not the kind of person who gets carried away at the last moment."

"After knowing that teacher Hiruzen let me go, you did not end up with the end of it. Instead, you wanted to catch me with more results. You only relied on one thing. That is that you are confident that you can defeat me!"

At the end of his deduction, Orochimaru's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face was full of surprise.

Until now, he did not think that Yuki was a reckless person.

However, he could not understand how the two of them had never fought before and how could the other party be so confident.

Especially now that they knew each other well, the other party had no intention of backing down and expressed his intentions unscrupulously.

What exactly gave him so much confidence?

Orochimaru was very puzzled.

As for Yuki, seeing that the time was almost up, it wasn't too early to act now.

Thus, he no longer suppressed the eagerness in his heart and explained, "Orochimaru is probably also curious about what I'm relying on. In order to thank you for your answer just now, plus the time difference isn't much, I won't hide it anymore."

As Yuki spoke, he clasped his hands together.

"What I rely on is the talent that Hashirama Senju is most proud of! It is the ability of the god of the world - the first generation of the Hokage, who swept through everything! It is recognized as the first blood limit of the world!"

"Wood Style: Tree Domain, Coming!"

The moment Yuki's voice fell, under Orochimaru's undisguised horror, countless trees in all directions were suddenly pulled out from the ground and grew rapidly.

Soon, a large forest replaced the original grassland in front of Orochimaru.

"It's actually... really Wood Style?" Orochimaru was incomparably shocked as he looked at everything before him.

He would never have thought the current Yuki Senju could awaken Wood Style.

One had to know that the latter was already twenty years old. According to common sense, if he had not awakened Blood Limit, then the chances of him awakening would be infinitely close to zero.

Just like Tsunade.

As the granddaughter of the Hashirama Senju, the Senju clan was the purest direct bloodline. It was clear that there was the highest chance of awakening Wood Style, but it could not be awakened, so they could only give up.

However, who would have thought that Yuki Senju, who clearly had a blood relationship with Hashirama, could unconsciously awaken Wood Style at this age?

No wonder the other party dared to come alone and was confident of defeating him.

Orochimaru, who had studied Hashirama's cells, naturally had some understanding of Wood Style, which had once swept through Ninja World.

Even he and Danzo had worked with Wood Style for human experiments, and they had even been proud to give birth to a Wood Style experimental body that had a very small chance of being reborn.

It was also because of his understanding that he was even more afraid of Wood's Style.

Especially now, the one who used Wood Style was not the Wood Style experimental body that had been named Armor by Danzo, but the real Senju people.

The former displayed the power of the incomplete version of the Wood Style.

The latter, however, was a hundred percent!

Orochimaru's face revealed an unprecedented solemnness.

At this time, he could no longer think about it because the Wood Style: Nativity of a World of Trees cast by Yuki had quickly spread to his side.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground under Orochimaru's feet was like an earthquake.

The trees were scrambling to rise up.

Even though he kept retreating, the latter still followed him like a shadow.

Soon, he had nowhere to hide.

"Hidden shadows with many snake hands!"

Orochimaru quickly slapped the ground, and a large number of poisonous snakes rushed out, attacking the trees in all directions.

It was useless.

In the face of the wave of vipers, the trees stimulated by Wood Style suddenly thrust forward with even more numbers.

Soon, the vipers were killed without any room for resistance. Even the snakes summoned by Orochimaru did not escape this fate. After a few struggles, they turned into fertilizer to nourish the trees.

"Although I expected it, it is still a bit too strong!"

Orochimaru quickly dodged the trees that were coming at him.

Seeing that his own ninjutsu was easily broken, he did not show it on his face, but his heart became more and more anxious.

He took the time to look above his head in his busy state. A large, lush canopy had shrouded the originally clear sky, and he had unknowingly fallen into the Wood Style: Nativity of a World of Trees.

"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Technique!"

A huge fire dragon shot out from Orochimaru's mouth, and after covering the trees that were already extremely close, the remaining power spread out in all directions.

Soon, the forest was on fire.

Orochimaru was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the originally vigorous fire was quickly extinguished by the naked eye, and the trees that had been burned before quickly sprouted new buds.

In just a few breaths, the small forest that his fire escape had just destroyed was regrown, and its thick branches continued to attack him from all directions.

Obviously, if the fire escape so easily restrained the wood escape, then it would not be called the first blood limit of the Ninja World.

"We can't go on like this. We have to escape the range of this spell."

The sharp wooden thorns brushed past his face, tearing his flesh apart. The bleeding Orochimaru did not even blink.

After confirming the direction, he fled as fast as he could.

Not far away, the whole forest was his ear.

All of a sudden, Orochimaru was in even more danger.

Front, back, left, right, in the sky, underground, countless thick branches of trees were everywhere.

Even if some of them were cut off, the follow-up continued to connect, making people only feel despair.

After barely holding on for a while, Orochimaru finally couldn't dodge in time and was tightly entangled by a thick branch.

This was just the beginning.

Soon, more and more trees rushed over and bound his body in circles.

He felt the organs in his body being squeezed into his body under great force, and the sharp wooden thorns penetrated deep into his body.

Orochimaru suddenly opened his mouth.

Orochimaru:

Puchi!

A pale and moist arm stretched out from his mouth, and soon, the new Orochimaru climbed out of the tattered old embryo.

He looked at the thorny tree that was now gathered on the old embryo, nourished by its flesh and blood.

Orochimaru took a deep breath, bit his finger, and suddenly slapped the ground:

"Spirit Spell!"