Ashveil was not idle either. He immediately launched his attack at Might Guy.
His terrifying Conqueror's Haki, infused with molten magma, surged forward like a living force.
Might Guy looked up and saw a colossal fist materializing in the sky, completely shrouded in blazing magma. It was overwhelmingly imposing. In his vision, the sky itself seemed to darken, swallowed by the immense shadow of Ashveil's Conqueror's Haki Magma Giant Fist.
Below, Rock Lee's eyes widened in fear as he shouted, "Guy-sensei, be careful, you must be careful!"
Might Guy's eyes mirrored the gravity of the situation. There was no time to evade this strike. Its power was immense, and its speed beyond anything he had faced.
It was now or never.
Damn it…
Might Guy muttered to himself. Facing Ashveil's onslaught, only one option remained: to counter with his ultimate Seventh Gate technique, Hirudora.
Calling upon every ounce of his strength, Might Guy drew in a deep breath. Power surged into his fists and transformed into a white tiger, roaring into existence before Ashveil.
He named the technique Hirudora.
Deidara, observing from the sky, gawked in disbelief. "That bushy-browed guy… he can actually summon a Ninjutsu like that?" he muttered. The sheer audacity of a Taijutsu specialist wielding such a technique stunned him.
Obito, hidden behind his mask, knew exactly what it was. This was part of the Eight Gates Formation, and the white tiger was not made of chakra. It was a terrifying combination of Might Guy's internal strength, his Taijutsu, and sheer physical energy.
Rock Lee, witnessing this for the first time, swallowed nervously. He had heard about this move before—his teacher had told him that its destructive power could rival even a Tailed Beast Bomb. Filled with anticipation, he shouted, "Yes… that's it, Teacher Guy! Just defeat Ashveil in one strike!"
At that moment, energy coursed through Might Guy, explosive and raw. The white tiger surged forward, charging with unstoppable force. Ashveil's magma fist, in turn, accelerated toward him, meeting the tiger with devastating impact.
Rumble!
The collision of these titanic forces sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Might Guy's forehead was slick with sweat, yet Ashveil remained calm, fully aware of his own overwhelming strength.
From above, Deidara revealed his grin, delighting in the destruction. Rock Lee, however, could barely watch. Even Hirudora, Might Guy's ultimate technique, was being pushed to its limits—and Ashveil's power seemed boundless.
Hirudora screamed under the pressure of Ashveil's magma. Steam rose from the white tiger, only to be instantly incinerated by the searing force of Ashveil's attack. Slowly, the tiger began to disintegrate, consumed by the heat of the Magma Giant Fist.
Deidara chuckled from above. "Excellent! Let them witness our true power!" He was elated that Ashveil had already claimed the upper hand.
Rock Lee's eyes were wide with disbelief. Even his teacher's ultimate technique had been swallowed by Ashveil's attack. He had never seen anything like it before.
"Teacher Guy!" Lee screamed, panic and awe mixing in his voice. Might Guy's face reflected equal shock. His Hirudora, comparable to a Tailed Beast Bomb, had failed. Against Ashveil, even his ultimate move seemed ineffective.
Ashveil's lips curved into a slight smile. "Kai, if you wish to exchange blows with me, I suggest you activate your Eighth Gate," he said calmly, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement.
Might Guy froze. Ashveil knew about the Eight Gates Formation? How could anyone outside the Hokage possess such knowledge? The possibilities ran through his mind—First Hokage, Madara… but Ashveil's eyes were ordinary. No Sharingan, no legendary mark. Who exactly was this man?
Before he could dwell further, Ashveil's magma fist surged again, a blazing torrent heading straight for him.
Damn it…
At this critical moment, the only choice left was the Eighth Gate. To survive, Might Guy had no alternative.
Boom!
The Magma Giant Fist slammed down where Might Guy had stood moments ago, scorching everything in its path. Flames erupted around the crater, igniting the surrounding forest into molten chaos.
Rock Lee, even under the strain of his own Eight Gates training, cried out in fear and hope, "Teacher Guy!" He longed to see his master survive.
Deidara's smirk remained from above. Little Lee's struggle had provided him amusement, but now the battle escalated beyond imagination.