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Chapter 190 White Zetsu's Trap
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 11:05:21 +0000 UTCAfter the Third Kazekage, another shadow fell under Simu’s hands.
Blood dripped from the fangs above the Eight Fasts.
Many Mist Shinobi who had just rushed to the battlefield from Kirigakure paled at the sight.
After all, most of the village’s Jōnin had immediately joined the battle.
But even with so many Jōnin, along with the famous Seven Swordsmen and the Mizukage himself, they were unable to deal with the monster standing before them.
What could the rest of them possibly do?
Simu summoned Katsuyu Rishi to heal Minato.
His size gradually shrank until he appeared as a normal-sized human.
Damage from the Tailed Beast Bomb was still visible on Simu’s human form.
His originally fair skin was now marked with countless burn scars.
But thanks to his incredible constitution, these wounds were rapidly healing.
Simu turned his gaze toward the thousands of Mist Shinobi who had come to support him.
“You should know that a naval offensive means nothing to me.”
He spoke lightly, then a flash of light streaked across the battlefield.
All the ninjas jumped, expecting Simu to attack.
But instead, he simply drew a line across the battlefield.
A line that divided the battlefield.
On one side stood Simu and Minato; on the other were the many Mist Shinobi who had come to support.
“If you don’t cross this line, I won’t step into your territory.”
Simu’s cold gaze swept over everyone.
Feeling this piercing stare, goosebumps immediately appeared on their skin.
Then Simu added in a cold voice,
“Those who cross it will die.”
Under his terrifying aura, no one dared cross that line—for a moment.
But Kirigakure’s pride gave some ninjas the courage to overcome their fear of death.
Just as one ninja was about to cross the line and attack Simu—
An old voice called out from the crowd.
“Stop.”
Simu looked toward the crowd, surprised.
An old man with a cane stepped forward slowly.
He was an elder of Kirigakure.
The most authoritative figure in the history of Mist Shinobi.
Also the cornerstone of Kirigakure.
Master Yuan.
The old man showed no fear in front of the mighty Simu.
With a calm expression, he said:
“Master Hokage of Konoha, Mangin Village is willing to surrender.”
These words immediately caused an uproar among the Mist Shinobi.
“What?”
“Master Yuan, you can’t!”
It was clear the radicals among Mist Shinobi refused to surrender to Simu, the murderer who had beheaded the Mizukage and ravaged Kirigakure.
Master Yuan said nothing, simply looking calmly at Simu.
Simu nodded.
“I’ll discuss this matter later. But I repeat—whoever crosses this line dies.”
With that, Simu turned and ran toward the lake at full speed.
Compared to Kirigakure, he had more important matters to attend to.
That was the damn White Zetsu who had taken control of the Three Tails.
After Simu left, the Mist Shinobi exchanged speechless glances.
Against Simu’s terrifying power, Master Yuan’s decision seemed to be their only option.
Of course, they had another choice:
To drag all of Kirigakure down with them.
Compared to Hanyu Simu, the God of Death, they felt no burden in destroying Kirigakure.
How many ninjas had fallen under his hands over the years?
Of course, some were luckier than others.
“Elder, Hanyu Simu has been seriously injured. We have a chance.”
These were the village radicals speaking.
Better to break the jade than the tile.
But Master Yuan shook his head.
“His body is healing rapidly. Our only choice is surrender—if we want Kirigakure to survive.”
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
As shinobi, they were not afraid to die.
But death had to be meaningful.
Against Hanyu Simu, their deaths would be like swatting mosquitoes.
What use was such a death if it risked the lives of their families?
As for the Mizukage and their fallen comrades, all they could do was gather strength and wait for the day to exact revenge.
After Mist Shinobi surrendered, Xuan Da suddenly appeared on the Hu Li battlefield in a flash.
The terrifying aura of the tailed beasts raged here.
The entire lake had vanished, replaced by strange and hostile terrain.
For example, a depression filled with flowing magma.
A forest ablaze with blue flames, and so on.
At this time, the Four Tails and Five Tails were locked in battle with two manipulated tailed beasts.
As for Katsuyu Immortal, he was restrained by numerous White Zetsu who had suddenly appeared.
“Uchiha Madara’s illusion...”
Simu looked at Erwei, who was caught in the illusion.
He could only sigh with admiration that it was Uchiha Madara who could manipulate the Nine Tails so effortlessly and control two tailed beasts so easily.
But that was all.
"Thanks to you. Leave the rest to me."
Simu’s voice sounded like a command from the heavens.
The battle between tailed beasts was not that simple.
Both the Four Tails and Five Tails were covered in scars.
With one hand, Simu formed a seal and lifted the Summoning Technique.
Three streams of smoke suddenly appeared, and the three tailed beasts that had fused with Simu vanished immediately.
Only the Three Tails remained on the vast battlefield.
In its scarlet eyes, three black hooked tomoe slowly spun.
The three armored tails swung fiercely toward Simu.
Facing such a heavy attack, a look of displeasure flashed across Simu’s eyes.
“A mere tailed beast is really underestimated.”
His body swelled again to his Ultimate form and lifted.
"Boom!"
The heavy tail slammed down, but was caught by Simu with one hand.
The ground beneath his feet cracked again from the turbulent force.
The corners of Simu’s mouth curled into a feral grin, revealing his fangs and giving him a terrifying appearance.
His sharp, incredibly hard claws tightly grasped the Three Tails’ tail.
Simu planted his feet firmly on the ground, his muscles constantly contracting.
He released a terrifying power like a hydraulic pump.
He grabbed the Three Tails’ tail and swung it violently.
The Three Tails was stunned.
Its massive, island-like body was pulled by this unimaginable force.
The solid armor scraped against the ground, shattering countless rocks.
After spinning several times, Tong Mu struggled to break free.
The huge body of the Three Tails flew high into the air, then crashed down like a heavy hammer, creating an enormous, deep crater in the ground!
Countless smoke and dust rose from the shattered earth.
Nearby, White Zetsu, who was fighting Katsuyu Immortal, was stunned.
“Is this guy really human?”
It’s one thing to defeat a tailed beast.
But what the hell is this unarmed ‘tailed beast’ now?
The Sharingan in White Zetsu’s palm trembled.
Simu’s movement was captured perfectly.
A flash of light appeared instantly above White Zetsu’s head.
“Got you.”
“Thunder Eight Trigrams!”
A relentless bolt of lightning struck, smashing White Zetsu into the ground.
The powerful impact tore his body into countless pieces instantly.
“Ahem, cough, what a monster…”
White Zetsu sighed from the deep pit.
“No wonder even Lord Madara fears this guy.”
His body had crumbled.
However, from the cracks in the rocks, many spores quickly sprouted.
Eventually, they reformed White Zetsu’s body completely.
Simu raised an eyebrow.
“Run by that Black Zetsu guy?”
At this moment, White Zetsu had an ordinary face.
But after merging with other White Zetsu, it grew complete hands and feet.
White Zetsu raised his arms toward Simu.
Suddenly, the white arm swelled, transformed into a thick giant tree, and slammed into the big tree before him.
As a special member of the White Zetsu army, he could not only replenish Sharingan’s pupil power but also perform Wood Style ninjutsu under certain conditions.
Simu expressionlessly swung the mace in his hand and smashed the giant tree.
Amidst the broken sawdust, White Zetsu burrowed into the ground as fast as he could.
“Trying to escape?”
Simu sneered.
Despite White Zetsu’s strong concealment, Simu’s Observation Haki pinpointed his location.
He pressed his palms to the ground.
Countless flames burst from his body.
The ground beneath the island-sized area began to crumble, rising rapidly under the force of the flame cloud.
Water on the surface fell like a waterfall.
When White Zetsu wildly ran underground and finally surfaced, he found himself at Hanchen.
Even the usually lively White Zetsu felt a deep despair.
Simu appeared behind White Zetsu.
His thick arm grabbed White Zetsu’s neck and lifted him up.
“Tell me the location of Uchiha Madara.”
“Cough, cough…”
White Zetsu struggled in Simu’s grip.
Finally, it smiled.
“You fell for it.”
Suddenly, its forehead split open.
A Sharingan emerged, casting Uchiha Madara’s illusion on Simu!
This was an illusion created by Uchiha Madara.
No one could resist it except Senju Hashirama!
Feeling his arm’s strength fading, the smile on White Zetsu’s face widened.
Simu had fallen into the illusion.
This was a scarlet world.
A breath of silence almost surrounded and drowned Simu.
But faced with all this, Simu raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
“Uchiha Madara’s illusion? Not bad.”
Just as White Zetsu was about to break free from Simu’s grasp,
a powerful momentum erupted from Simu like a nuclear bomb.
Even White Zetsu couldn’t help but freeze in place.
A scarlet light burned in Simu’s eyes — clearly, he had broken free from the illusion.
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