Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion.
One of the most fearsome and destructive techniques granted by the power of the Tenseigan. At its peak, this technique could bisect the moon itself—horizontally. Terrifying beyond words.
But such apocalyptic power could only be wielded when Kurogai entered Tenseigan Chakra Mode, his body enveloped in a radiant azure cloak of chakra. In that state, the full might of the Tenseigan was unleashed.
Right now, however, Kurogai hadn't activated the Chakra Mode. He had only awakened the Tenseigan—yet even in this incomplete state, the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion was already devastating.
And Ronan the Accuser, proud Kree warrior, had no way to withstand it.
RUMBLE!
A golden streak of blinding energy tore through the atmosphere, descending with an oppressive force that bent space around it. It hadn't even made contact with Ronan, yet he could already feel the immense pressure crushing down on him, driving him to the brink of submission.
But Ronan didn't surrender. Madness gleamed in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he roared in defiance as the energy came crashing down upon him.
The impact shook the landscape with a deafening roar. When the dust finally began to settle, a colossal rift had been carved into the planet's surface—deep and wide, as if the land itself had been cleaved by a divine sword. While the planet wasn't split in two, the damage was still nothing short of apocalyptic.
And at the center of it all stood Ronan, his body cracked and battered, his Universal Weapon—the war hammer he had wielded so confidently—shattered in half. A web of fractures spread across his armor, blood seeping through the cracks. His body was barely holding together.
He could no longer comprehend what had just happened. How could a being so small, so human, wield such overwhelming power?
"Who... are you?" Ronan gasped, his voice hoarse, his pride shattered.
Kurogai met his gaze, emotionless. "Does it matter? Someone paid a price I couldn't refuse for your head. That means you belong to me."
As he spoke, glowing orbs of light formed in his palm, merging into one another, building up an even greater energy. The technique returned.
Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion. Again.
"No—wait!" Ronan shouted, desperation overtaking him. "I can offer more! You said someone paid for my head, but there are few in this galaxy richer than me! I can buy my own life!"
He was panicking now, wild-eyed. He knew he couldn't win. Survival was the only path left. If he could stay alive, he could still fight another day—still have a chance to reshape the universe in his image.
But Kurogai didn't flinch.
In a flash of golden light, a blade of chakra pierced Ronan's chest, annihilating his heart.
Silence.
The battlefield, once roaring with conflict, fell still. Ronan's eyes went wide with disbelief, then dull as he dropped to his knees, and finally collapsed—dead.
"I'm not a merchant," Kurogai muttered, stepping forward. "And I don't like bargaining. Honestly, your head just interested me."
His eyes shifted into the Mangekyō Sharingan, the crimson pattern swirling ominously. With a cold precision, he summoned his obsidian scythe and severed Ronan's head—just as he had promised Old Ou.
"Lord Ronan is dead! This is a disaster!"
"Impossible... even Lord Ronan lost? What are we supposed to do now?!"
"We're finished. There's no hope."
"Retreat! Get off this planet, now!"
Panic erupted across the Kree warships. The nobles and commanders who had once looked down upon this lone warrior were now scrambling in fear. Their arrogance evaporated, replaced by sheer terror.
Engines flared as ships activated their thrusters, lifting from the ground in a desperate attempt to escape. Their will to fight had completely collapsed.
Kurogai glanced skyward, watching the ships ascend. A faint smirk formed at the corner of his lips.
"They charge in when they think they're strong, then flee when the tide turns. Typical. Do they think they can come and go as they please?"
He stepped forward, a calm breeze circling around him as the Tenseigan's full power awakened. His form was suddenly engulfed in a luminous blue cloak—the Tenseigan Chakra Mode.
A divine aura surrounded him, a pressure so intense it made the very air tremble.
"Let's see what this form can really do."
Golden spheres of energy materialized beside him again. The pressure around them was immense—space itself trembled.
"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion," Kurogai murmured once more.
The orbs converged, becoming a single swirling mass of golden energy. With one swing, the massive wave of light slashed upward into the sky, a blade of divine judgment.
The warships never stood a chance.
Explosions rang out across the sky as the beam of energy cut through ship after ship. Some were vaporized instantly, others torn apart mid-flight, their remains scattered as dust into the atmosphere.
Even the ground below wasn't spared—just a grazing strike from the technique left the land smoothed, sheared flat as if sculpted by a cosmic blade.
Cutting through the planet wasn't just legend—it was reality.
Against such might, the Kree were powerless. Their entire force had been eradicated.
The Kree... utterly defeated.
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