White Fang's short blade was deeply embedded in the ground, and then lightning flashed brightly, gripping the ground. At the end of the lightning cord, White Fang, who should have flown out due to inertia, used the gripping anchor point on the ground to suddenly stop in mid-air, abruptly changing direction and plummeting towards the Sandaime below.
What a lightning-fast offensive that gives no one a chance to breathe.
The Sandaime pushed off with his feet, swiftly moving sideways to the right, while raising both hands to quickly form hand seals, then his abdomen swelled.
Fire Release: Great Fire Dragon Jutsu.
A fierce fire dragon burst from his mouth.
At this moment, White Fang, suspended in mid-air and about to land, had no way to avoid it.
It was a guaranteed hit.
The fire dragon engulfed White Fang's figure, leaving behind a scorched, smoking patch of ground as it swept past.
It missed!
Because there was no body left by the Fire Release hit.
As the Sandaime's pupils contracted, the ground beneath his crotch cracked open, and a fanged short sword, gleaming with white lightning, first emerged.
Sensing the anomaly, a chilling sensation swept across the Sandaime's crotch.
This guy!
Was his fighting style really this disgusting and troublesome?!
The Sandaime wanted to curse, but there was no time now.
He pushed off with his feet, leaning back and retreating.
He only managed to retreat two steps before White Fang, man and blade, burst out of the ground like a fish leaping.
Their gazes met...
This distance was already an extremely close-quarters melee battle.
The Sandaime counterattacked, reaching out to grab White Fang's right hand holding the blade.
This thing was too terrifying; its effectiveness had to be restricted.
"Lend me your hand!"
Saying that, the Sandaime exerted force, twisting White Fang's wrist.
In pain, White Fang's short blade loosened its grip.
But at the same time, White Fang silently raised his knee and fiercely struck the Sandaime's crotch.
The Sandaime's face darkened as he reached down with one hand, preparing to block it.
At the same time, his other hand began to quickly form hand seals using White Fang's hand.
White Fang glanced at the seal, then slammed his knee heavily into the Sandaime's crotch!
He blocked it, but not completely!
Instantly, the Sandaime's face twitched, and he glared darkly at White Fang, gripping him tightly, not allowing him to escape, his abdomen swelled, and he spat out a Water Release.
Water Release: Water Bullet Jutsu.
A watermelon-sized water bullet directly hit White Fang's chest, powerfully sending him flying.
This guy...
A normal person shouldn't be able to get up after that.
It's over!
The Sandaime hissed, sucking in cold air.
It really hurt!!!
Looking at White Fang getting up in the distance, the Sandaime's mouth twitched. After a moment's thought, his gaze locked onto White Fang's soaked clothing.
Damn it! Biological steel!
I'll buy a pair of underwear with my private money when I get back! Absolutely!!!
White Fang is really ruthless!
"As expected of Lord Third Hokage."
So ruthless!
A normal man would definitely not be able to get up after such a blow. This move, White Fang had used it with great success since his student days.
"It seems that ordinary methods won't easily subdue you, Lord Third Hokage."
White Fang said, coughing a few times. He had taken a significant hit from that water bullet. Lightning shot from his hand, connecting to his short blade, and he retrieved White Fang back into his hand.
The Sandaime's eyelids twitched.
With White Fang and without White Fang, the threat level was two different White Fangs.
The Sandaime didn't want to play with White Fang anymore, mainly because his lower half was numb and he needed to recover.
But White Fang didn't seem to intend to give him that chance.
He also couldn't care about the Hokage's dignity anymore.
The Sandaime, with a darkened face, made a gesture.
The surrounding Anbu appeared instantly, glaring menacingly at White Fang.
White Fang scanned his surroundings.
There were people he knew, and people he didn't.
They were all elites; dealing with even one would take some effort.
So...
Chiri, come out now!!!!
But Chiri made no move.
His own Anbu nearby also made no move.
White Fang gripped his short blade solemnly.
Like a wounded lone wolf.
"Go!"
Beat him up for me! Beat him to death!
The Sandaime roared with a dark face.
His mouth twitched, hissing and sucking in cold air.
White Fang and the many Anbu clashed, the clatter of weapons resounding.
As he fought, White Fang wondered.
Chiri, why are you just watching?!
So...
I seem to be screwed again.
White Fang sadly waved his blade.
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