Chapter 332： painful torment

Aoba, who was standing not far in front of Deidara at this time, was listening to Deidara's wailing.

Holding [Clearing Insects] in his hand, he will not be disturbed by anything here.

In this space, he is the only god!

It's just that even he didn't expect that Deidara would use self-mutilation as an experiment. It really hurts to look at.

Then he threw a shuriken at random

If it were the usual, straight-forward, 'slow' attack without any changes, Deidara had a hundred ways to avoid or block it.

But after losing all senses except touch, he immediately became a 'target'!

puff

This shuriken fluttered and shot silently on Deidara's other leg.

"what!"

Deidara, who didn't have any preparations in his heart, let out a scream in pain.

After all the senses are left with only touch, the touch will be '10,000 times' more sensitive than usual!

It's a matter of fact that hearing things like a blind person will be very good.

Losing one sense will lead to more reliance on other senses, and when all other senses are lost, of course, only touch can be relied on.

So the pain will be countless times more than usual!

Then two more kunai plunged into Deidara's shoulders without knowing where they came from.

Deidara let out a silent scream again, but got no response.

"Bastard! Come out!"

"What kind of skill is it to hide!"

"let me out!"

Deidara seemed to go wild, stuffing all the clay into the mouth in the palm of his hand, and then all kinds of clay bombs were made, and he threw them everywhere.

Then these mobile clay spiders, centipedes, etc. began to explore, trying to find a way out in this way.

It has to be said that the more dangerous Deidara is in, the more calmly he can deal with it.

But these clay bombs could not give him enough information, and he could only determine whether these clay bombs were destroyed or exploded through Chakra's last link.

In the end, these works of art he made have no soul. Without him to control them, they are just some clay toys like headless flies.

However, in order to defeat Deidara's psychological defense faster, Aoba patiently destroyed the bombs that Deidara made one by one!

"there!"

"drink!"

Intuitively, Deidara detonated all the clay bombs in the vicinity at once.

But in this space, he lost even the most basic sense of direction, this kind of counterattack is too weak.

I don't know how long it took, when the last weak Chakra connection disappeared, Deidara, who had used up the blasting clay, fell into boundless fear again.

Even if he knew that there would be attacks coming from anywhere in any direction, he couldn't dodge or defend anything.

Moreover, maintaining a high degree of vigilance but having no effect all the time made Deidara extremely tired and restless!

This feeling is really bad!

Puff puff

In the blink of an eye, three more shuriken stabbed into his back.

While causing him great pain, it also let him know that the other party was not in a hurry to kill him, but toyed with him!

This made Deidara extremely angry!

So he gritted his teeth, not ready to sit still, just found a direction and dragged his injured leg to start running away.

"Get out of here, as long as you can get out of here! There is still a chance!"

Deidara doesn't believe that this space is boundless, and it really isn't.

But under the premise of having a vision, it is difficult for people to keep walking in a straight line, and they will unknowingly deviate from the direction, not to mention when they cannot see or hear anything.

After just running out a few dozen steps, Deidara began to enter a state of self-doubt, wondering if he was still in the direction just now?

But at this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward.

And the farther you go, the less you feel at home!

The surroundings are still dark, and the environment has not changed in any way, as if giving him a psychological hint that he has been standing still.

Then

Another shuriken shot on his back!

The strength was neither heavy nor fatal, but Deidara felt great pain.

What made him even more devastated was that the other party was completely chasing mice and tormenting him!

A deep sense of powerlessness made Deidara, who had not yet been deeply involved in the world, experience an incomparably huge sense of frustration.

He couldn't help but stop and sat directly on the ground, as if a jar was broken and he gave up.

But in fact, he had doubts about his own art.

Are explosions really art?

But why can't I feel the momentary artistic atmosphere this time?

Deidara was extremely confused at the moment.

Because he found that under the unknown attack methods of the enemy, his explosive art had no channels to spread.

Can't see the fire after the explosion, can't hear the sound of the explosion, can't smell the explosion

But the explosion was still there, and he was still alive.

Suddenly, he couldn't help remembering what the guy said before.

"Real art exists only between life and death, but cannot be reached."

"Is it really?"

"Am I alive or dead now? Has my art been 'killed'?"

"Is this the gap between life and death?"

"There is great terror, there is despair, the concept of losing everything"

Deidara was so confused that he was about to collapse.

At this moment, a sword tip directly pierced half an inch into his chest.

Deidara was instantly pleasantly surprised by the extremely sensitive pain, and then he subconsciously stretched out his hand and clenched the blade, trying to stop it from going further.

Then he was surprised to find that the five senses he had lost were all restored in an instant!

At the same time, a voice sounded in front of him.

"If you want to die, it's as easy as the palm of your hand. The road to perdition is shorter than you can imagine."

"Do you feel the real art? Your explosive art is not worth mentioning in this space between life and death."

At this moment, Deidara did not immediately refute angrily, but was stunned.

"Want to be alone for a while? You'll be fine soon."

"Wait a moment!"

Although the sword clenched in his hand did not continue to pierce his heart, it was pulled out.

But Deidara suddenly felt panicked and scared. He was afraid that as soon as the other party left, he would become a deaf and blind man again to experience the horror and despair here.

And the attitude of the other party also made him understand, not not to kill him, just

"I see the art you're talking about! So let me out!"