He looked towards the patrol team in the area and spoke: "A friendly clan spar shouldn't be a problem."
The lead Ninja of the patrol team understood. If it was under the pretense of a spar, it was none of their business.
Moreover, they also knew that Aokawa was directly under Minato Namikaze's command; they were among those in the know.
Therefore, they nodded and left to patrol elsewhere.
Aokawa glanced at Hyuga Takeo, then looked at the two smirking companions behind him.
He slowly walked to the center of the field.
Then, he turned around and slowly curled his finger in a beckoning gesture. "Then come and try. See just how good this good-for-nothing's Gentle Fist really is."
"You, the one barking the loudest. Come here."
"Or..."
Aokawa's gaze lingered on the three of them for a moment.
"All three of you, come at me together."
As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire area fell deathly silent.
Immediately followed by an uproar that shot to the heavens.
"Is he crazy? He wants to fight three of them?"
"Those are three Hyuga Jonin!"
"This kid is too arrogant!"
Hyuga Takeo's face instantly flushed a liver-purple color.
He felt all the blood in his body rush to his head.
Utter humiliation!
To be looked down upon so contemptuously by a Branch Family member, a servant in his eyes!
"You're looking for death!"
Hyuga Takeo roared, even stopping the equally furious Hyuga Fei and Hyuga Hikaru behind him.
"You two, don't intervene!"
"Today, I will personally make him understand what the dignity of the Hyuga Main Family means!"
Before his words finished echoing.
Hyuga Takeo let out a fierce shout, his eyes widening abruptly.
Byakugan, open!
The veins around his eyes bulged like coiling dragons, the Chakra in his entire body surging wildly.
He bent his legs slightly, assuming the opening stance of the Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Palm.
With a powerful push from his feet, the ground instantly caved into a shallow pit.
His entire body transformed into a white blur, carrying a palm wind that tore through the air, charging straight at Aokawa.
Fast!
Fierce!
Precise!
The physical prowess of a Hyuga Jonin was on full display.
However.
In stark contrast to his a violent aura was Aokawa's calmness.
Aokawa stood in place, motionless.
He didn't even assume any defensive or offensive posture.
He simply slowly raised his right hand, palm facing the charging Hyuga Takeo.
A ball of high-density Chakra gathered in his palm.
The light was dazzling.
Yet not a single wisp of energy leaked out.
At the moment Hyuga Takeo's palm wind was about to strike his face.
Aokawa's calm voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"The Gentle Fist... can actually have other uses."
The instant his words fell.
The Chakra light sphere in Aokawa's palm disintegrated explosively.
There was no deafening blast.
No violent air waves.
That light sphere simply dissolved, soundlessly and tracelessly, into tens of thousands of Chakra Needles finer than ox hair.
These fine needles formed a massive conical attack surface.
Like a sudden downpour on a summer afternoon.
Overwhelming.
Shooting towards Hyuga Takeo.
Hyuga Takeo's pupils contracted. In his Byakugan's vision.
The world changed.
Everything in his charging path vanished.
Replaced by a dense, endless expanse of blue light points.
Every single light point was a lethal Chakra needle.
His Byakugan could clearly see the Chakra contained within each needle.
That precise, condensed, uniquely fluctuating power... it was the Gentle Fist!
This overwhelming attack wasn't aimed at his heart, nor his throat.
But at the full one hundred and eighty Acupoints exposed on the front of his body!
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