Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Itachi Uchiha's left arm, right shoulder, and other parts of his body were instantly pierced, and blood mixed with rain spurted out. He didn't seem to mind the wounds; with Hashirama's cells, his body quickly began to recover. However, what he didn't expect was that the edges of the wounds caused by the sage chakra had a strange, burning sensation that actively hindered his body's self-repair.

"You're pretty quick on your feet, boy!" Sage Shima's tone was filled with surprise. "However, in front of us sages, how long can you last?"

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Jiraiya's attacks were relentless and uninterrupted. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding like a bellows, and opened his mouth to spew out hot, sticky toad oil that was as viscous as lava. At the same time, Sage Shima spat out a violently burning, orange flame tornado, while from Sage Fukasaku's mouth, the surging sage chakra transformed into a high-pressure wind column, condensed to the extreme and carrying a terrifying impact force.

Oil! Fire! Wind!

Three forces with completely different natures, which should have conflicted with each other, were instantly merged under the perfect coordination of Sage Mode.

BOOM!

A torrent of destruction, more than ten meters in diameter and with gold, red, and blue colors intertwined, roared out. Wherever it passed, the air was completely distorted, ignited, and evaporated. The ground was plowed into charred gullies several meters deep, and the rain was completely vaporized the moment it came into contact with the torrent. The speed of the attack was not blindingly fast, but the sheer destructive pressure and its immense coverage completely blocked any space for Itachi to dodge. The scorching heat made his skin feel like it was burning from a distance, and wisps of white steam began to rise from his wet Akatsuki robe.

There was no way to avoid it.

Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan stared at the core of the destructive torrent, and the strange windmill pattern in his left eye suddenly spun at an incredible speed.

"Amaterasu!"

His sight was focused on the very front and center point of the onrushing attack.

FWOOSH!

Without any warning, a ball of the purest, deepest black flame ignited out of thin air. It was silent, but it carried the absolute will to burn everything, and the very space around it seemed to warp and distort from its unholy heat.

Goemon's torrent, known as the "strongest physical attack," was actually "ignited" the moment it came into contact with the black flame.

HISSSSSSS!

Like a hot iron plunged into butter, the sticky toad oil was caught by the black flames and began to burn wildly. The violent fire tornado was swallowed and assimilated by the black flames, turning into an even larger sea of black fire. The destructive, three-colored torrent was burned through by a huge hole created by the inextinguishable black flame. The Amaterasu flames spread like an unholy contagion, consuming the very energy of the jutsu and burning back along its trajectory in an astonishing display of destructive power.

"What?!" Jiraiya's pupils suddenly shrank. Even the two great sages on his shoulders showed an expression of utter disbelief. That black flame… it actually ignored the properties of sage chakra? It was burning the energy itself!

From behind the hole burned through the torrent, Itachi's figure rushed out like a ghost. His hands formed a series of seals as fast as lightning, and his lungs heaved violently from the forced inhalation.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A huge fireball, with a diameter far exceeding that of an ordinary one, burst from his mouth. The fireball tore through the rain curtain, bringing with it a burning wind, and passed perfectly through the hole burned by Amaterasu, heading straight for Jiraiya's face.

The timing, the angle, the power—all were perfect. This was the pinnacle combination of the Sharingan's insiht and Itachi's own unparalleled combat genius.