Chapter 65: The True Power of the Hidden!

As everyone returned to

their positions, Senjuro exhaled and tightened his grip on his scythe. "His

core is severely slashed. He should be dead by now."

Kyrin nodded. "Yeah,

your strike should have finished him."

But reality told a

different story.

The man rose once

more, standing tall despite the severe damage. There was no visible

source of energy keeping him upright, yet he smirked at them with pure

arrogance. "You fools aren't even close to my level. Skill and raw

strength alone are enough to fold all of you."

Akira's breath caught in

his throat. "How is this possible? Senjuro used his strongest slash. It

shattered his core… but he's still alive?"

Kyrin clenched his fists. "If

Syvian were here, he could analyze the aura around him and help us unravel this

mystery."

The man chuckled darkly. "No

need to waste your time figuring it out. Why don't you all come at me?"

Without warning, the man lunged

forward, his speed breaking through the air like a sonic boom.

His fist barreled

toward them, carrying the force to crush them all in one blow.

But Senjuro was faster.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished.

A split second later—the

man's arms fell to the ground, dark energy crackling as they disintegrated.

Senjuro stood behind him,

his scythe gleaming under the dim moonlight. "Dual Split-Second Slash."

The enemy's eyes widened

in shock. Then, a smile curled on his lips. "That's a Kurogiri

technique, usually executed with kunai or a ninjato. Interesting."

Senjuro narrowed his gaze. "How

do you know that?"

The man chuckled. "Because

I've fought Kurogiri ninjas before."

Kyrin's stomach dropped. "That

technique… That's Syvian's move. How the hell did Senjuro master it?"

The man continued, his

voice calm despite his injuries. "It's a technique where the user

splits his energy to strike twice—one physical, one spiritual. In a short time,

it's almost impossible to learn, let alone execute. You're strong, much

stronger than the rest of these fools… but even that won't help you defeat me."

Hiroshi stepped forward,

gripping his battle axe. "Your core is gone. Your arms are gone. What

else can you possibly do?"

The man smiled.

And what happened next shook

them all to their core.

The battlefield was a

wreck. The once-pristine courtyard of the Kurogiri Mansion was

now reduced to rubble, with scorched earth, shattered stone, and flickering

embers littering the ground. Despite his devastating injuries—his core shattered;

his arms severed—the mysterious warrior still stood. He

wasn't just standing; he was fighting with the same ferocity

as before.

As he lunged forward, his

speed was unchanged. His movements were like a specter—a blur of

destruction. Everyone barely dodged, their bodies screaming in

exhaustion as they struggled to keep up.

Taro panted heavily, his

grip tightening around his Crystal Cyrex Blade. "Who

the hell is this guy?! His core's gone, his arms are gone, and yet we're still

struggling to take him down!"

Senjuro narrowed his eyes.

This was no ordinary opponent. This was something beyond reason. He clenched

his fists and made a decision. "No more holding back. Kyrin, it's

time."

Kyrin nodded,

understanding immediately. "We awaken—Hybrid Form, Phase

Three."

The words sent a shiver

through the air.

As Senjuro and Kyrin

closed their eyes, the energy around them shifted. A deep, pulsating force radiated

from their bodies, and within seconds, their ten energies of Aurora

Spritian began to fuse. The ground cracked beneath their feet, a shockwave

exploding outward, sending debris flying into the sky.

The transformation was

unlike anything they had experienced before. Their auras burned

brighter than a supernova, each pulse of energy distorting the very air

around them.

The man watched them,

intrigued. "Now, this is interesting…" His voice was laced

with excitement. "I was starting to think none of you had what it takes

to entertain me." 

He spread his arms wide—or

what was left of them. And then, something impossible happened.

His severed limbs regenerated,

dark energy reconstructing his flesh as though it had never been lost. His

shattered core restored itself, pulsating with raw, unfiltered

power. His transformation was not an ascension—it was a rebirth.

His form changed, his

once-human silhouette now resembling a god of war cloaked in shadows

and fire. His very presence sent a wave of dread through the

battlefield.

"Come at me."

And then, the final

battle began.

Senjuro was the first to

move.

In a split-second,

he was gone—his speed surpassing sound itself. He reappeared behind the man, his

Celestine Aurum Scythe charged with Hypernova Shine Flux, swinging with

enough force to slice through dimensions.

The man caught it

with one hand.

Kyrin appeared on the

other side, his Platinum Chroma Scythe glowing with Celestine Argent

Flux, bringing it down in a diagonal arc.

The man blocked with

his bare forearm.

A colossal shockwave

erupted, tearing the ground apart and sending everyone else flying

backward. Akira, Hiroshi, Taro, Akio, and Kaito barely held on,

shielding themselves from the sheer force of the impact.

Senjuro gritted his teeth. "Impossible…

He's matching us in Hybrid Phase Three?"

Kyrin narrowed his gaze. "Then

we push beyond our limits."

They disappeared.

Faster than the eye could

follow, they launched a flurry of attacks, their movements

seamless, weaving around each other like a perfectly synchronized storm of

blades.

The man countered

every single one.

But then—Senjuro faked

an opening.

The man took the bait,

lunging forward for a finishing blow.

And that's when Kyrin

struck.

A perfect diagonal

slash—piercing through the man's chest.

The battlefield fell silent.

For a moment, there was nothing—no

movement, no sound.

Then—

The man smirked.

His entire body

pulsed with dark energy. The wound sealed itself instantly.

"You're powerful," he admitted, cracking his neck. "But power

means nothing if you can't control it."

And then—

Senjuro and Kyrin felt

it.

Their Hybrid Form

Phase Three… was unstable.

Their bodies were burning

from within. The sheer power they had unleashed was too much.

Their vision blurred. Their breathing grew ragged. Their energy… was

slipping away.

The man chuckled. "I

see it now. You two have surpassed your limits—but that means you can't

maintain it."

Senjuro's legs

wobbled. Kyrin's grip on his scythe weakened.

And then—

Their power

disappeared.

Their energy shattered,

vanishing in a violent burst. They collapsed to their knees, completely

drained.

The man, too, staggered.

His own transformation flickered; his body unable to sustain the

overwhelming energy any longer. The regeneration ceased. His wounds

returned.

For the first time, he

gasped for breath.

All three warriors… had

lost their power-up.

And now, the real battle

would begin.