Hidden Otsutsuki.

"C2, giant dragon... um!" The detonating clay avatar made a gesture, and the entire second half of the giant dragon flying in the sky broke off, spread out piece by piece, and fell to the ground.

"Is it to this extent? Without Ido, I would still take it empty-handed!" The delicate strokes were tossed and turned on the drawing board, and the faint paint followed Yakumo's technique, leaving traces bit by bit, and the scene in the tree hole was displayed again. "This space, from now on, is under my control!"

The momentum is not weaker than the black energy of Yidu before.

The pure illusion energy scattered in the air through the petite body, and the tree hole in reality gradually changed into the appearance in the drawing board.

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"It really looks a little stronger than Yidu...What's the situation, is this little vixen hiding her strength? Speaking of which, I haven't fought well..." Yuling stopped at the tree hole, thinking silently, his sight was connected to the three clones placed in the tree hole, and he decided to continue to observe Yakumo's strange ability from a distance, and didn't plan to include himself in it.

"Senior Maruyoshi still won't come out... If this continues, it will be affected."

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"The little girl is so powerful. I've heard the three generations of Naruto praise her, but I didn't expect her strength to be so terrifying... To be able to control the terrain, what kind of ability is the blood succession limit..." Zeng Jin, who was active in the second Ninja World War and the third Ninja World War veteran, probably knows that the most powerful thing is the blood succession limit...

Kosuke Maruyoshi has never thought that this ability of Kurama Yakumo is all due to some kind of strange mutation, which is also a special situation in the family...

"It seems that the old man has nothing to help... I can only watch the battle like that little boy!"

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"Don't you just know how to draw a picture? How can this kind of paper thing be called art? Well! Art is an explosion!" The first finger snapped, and the first bomb was detonated in mid-air.

Brilliant sparks lit up the entire tree hole, and even the dry corners looked faintly burned.

The clay clone stood on the dragon head, posing in the same posture as the main body, imitating Didara's posture, with both hands in his body pockets, chewing his empty mouth with both palms.

"What kind of art is this... You have no sense of beauty at all. Is this the result of the so-called self-study?" Yakumo concentrated on painting without raising his head, just waved his left hand like a fly, and an orange illusion energy followed his arm, covering the side where the bomb exploded.

"Tch, outdated art! Boom!" Clay couldn't stop throwing bombs down one after another, and the dragon's body also gradually became shorter, until only one-third of its original size remained.

Still dropping the bomb without restraint, but even though the entire tree hole was shaken by the explosion, Yakumo still painted with peace of mind without being affected, while suppressing Ido in his body, he swung his arms to block the bomb.

"If your bomb is useful... I wouldn't deny it like that." The hand stopped, the pen fell, and the head looked up.Relatively cold-eyed.

"only me……"

"The main body has said it's a big move, what else does a clone want to argue about?" After adding a stroke on the drawing board, the lower body of the clay clone burst into flames, covering the whole body in crimson.

"Witchcraft... C2 Dragon, go down!" The clay avatar jumped back before the flames reached the dragon, and Chakra guided all the remaining bombs to Yakumo.

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"It seems that my avatar is not very good. It's just that the brothers and sisters are not in good condition...Forget it, let's settle this personal grievance next time...Do you dare to call yourself art in front of me with such an old-fashioned painting?" Didara looked at the tree hole that was full of explosions on the back of the giant bird with disdain.

It's just that there are two wounded lying beside him. For the sake of the team's survival, he absolutely cannot return to that tree hole.

"Art is explosions! Huh!"

He could only leave two clay fleas secretly as if venting in place, and continued to manipulate the giant bird away from the battlefield.

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"The people who fought with Yakumo have already run away. There should be five teams left in the arena. Theoretically speaking, only seven more people need to be dealt with, and this battle will be over. The time has not yet come...don't worry." Yu Ling looked at the direction of Yan Yin's escape, and figured out the strategy for this exam in his mind.

It is definitely not practical to fill the forest with people to fight, but the whole team is relying on such a strong strength, isn't it a pity not to use it...

"Well, if we can attract other teams to attack us, it will be fine. Iwagakushi has no combat power at the moment, Konoha's other team should not want to attack us, and Yunyin has been defeated by Maruhoshi-senpai alone... The rest is Sagashiwa." The corners of the mouth slowly turned up, and the figure standing at the entrance of the cave looked more and more confident...

"Shayin, there is really nothing to be afraid of. The two teammates have repelled a small team by themselves, so leave the rest to me... As the captain, it is impossible not to show a little bit of strength!"

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"A battle of trapped beasts..." In Yakumo's eyes, there was no such thing as the slowly falling dragon, not even the falling clay avatar.

All she cared about was the Iwagakushi ninja who challenged her art.

As long as that Renren is not around, these things alone are not enough to attract Yakumo's attention.

"You ugly thing, it's better to disappear. Dare to call yourself an art, but dare not stay and compete with me. This is not what an artist should do, right? Tell your master, if you want to prove yourself, come and challenge yourself." Yakumo said this without any ambiguity, just like a very casual sentence, natural and easy.

"Impossible! Art can only be an explosion! A traditional thing like you can only be destroyed by my art." The clay clone slapped his burning lower body, but his mouth was relentless. The flow of chakra became frantic in the body, and the whole body slowly expanded, and an unknown gas gathered in the body.

"What do you want to do? Could it be that... are you going to blow yourself up?" Yakumo saw through the clay clone's thoughts at a glance, and his eyes finally became a little more serious, and he began to describe the clay clone stroke by stroke.

"It's not that I think...it's the master's will! Things like you are not worthy of being called art! He wants me to show you...art, it's an explosion! Hmm!" With a loud shout, the clay clone exploded at the bottom of the tree hole.

The air wave, which was bigger than all the previous explosions combined, rushed head-on, crushing Yakumo's illusion energy permeating 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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"Heh... detonating clay, clone self-destruct..." Didara muttered silently, and the memory of clone rushed into his mind.

"Did you deny my art? But the explosion of the avatar...can you stop it?" He looked confidently at the tree hole, obviously he didn't think that the little girl who looked so weak could survive.

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"My art can control everything in the world..." The pen stopped again, and her sharp eyes met the blasting wind.

She already knew that Marukei-senpai and Yuling's three clones were nearby, but she was just not happy to talk to them.At this moment, what she needs to consider is not only herself, but also the life of Senior Maruhoshi.As for Yuling's three avatars, after they disappeared, they would still send out the original pain. Isn't this just right for Yakumo?

"I told you not to come to me... bear it yourself! Smelly man, I don't know how to be sympathetic, I curse you for never finding a wife!"

After thinking about it, chakra gushed out from the tip of the pen and input it into the center of the explosion on the painting, and the illusion energy spread unrestrainedly in the space again, covering the entire incomplete tree hole.

"Explosion...disappear." He glanced at Kosuke Maruyoshi from the corner of his eyes, and the whole space was distorted strangely.

surgery into.

An orange light flashed across the center of the explosion. In the next second, the explosion seemed to be compressed, retracting at a high speed, like a time-space regression...

The clay avatar stood in place perfectly.

Both legs were still stained with flames.

It's just that the spirituality as a clone has completely dissipated, leaving only an empty torso.

"Slideshow Playback..."

Whispering softly, Illusion Chakra transformed the environment as he wished, and the damage caused by the explosion naturally disappeared.

Senior Maruhoshi, who was closer to the center of the explosion, also survived intact.

However, the clones of the three Yulings were not so lucky.

They were not within the scope of Yakumo's consideration at all, and nothing left was smashed into slag.

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"What kind of ability is this... um... bastard, you actually want to avenge yourself, Yakumo, on purpose, right?" Yu Ling, who was observing Yakumo's movements with Sharingan, didn't notice his three avatars who were completely exposed to the explosion, and the pain from the triple blast was all on his body.

"It won't take long, and it will definitely make you suffer!"

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"Wow! How could my art disappear? Without the explosion, that avatar is indeed not art. Could it be that it was wiped out by the Konoha ninja? But why did the triggered explosion disappear directly..." Didara squinted his eyes and looked at the tree hole through his camera.

There was still thick smoke and fire coming out just now, but now there is only silence.

If it weren't for the scorched black hole in the tree hole, it seemed that nothing had changed.

"Witchcraft...it can only be witchcraft!" Didara panicked for a moment, feeling a little lucky that he escaped safely.

"Is she really that strong? Could it be that her teammates just arrived..."

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"What kind of ability is this little girl... My cauldron is all ready, why is there nothing in the end?"