Don't Think We Have No One Left!

Habara's words made every Uchiha present frown. What he had said could no longer be described as mere arrogance!

Fortunately, Habara himself was an Uchiha, so hearing such words from him was still somewhat acceptable.

But that was only if Habara could truly display strength that convinced them. Otherwise, anyone would feel aversion toward such arrogance.

Slowly, a dozen or so Uchiha Clan shinobi emerged from the shadows of the Bamboo Forest, though one of them walked at the very front.

He stared at Habara, then said in an indifferent tone, "As expected of an Uchiha genius. Your pride really does come from your bones. I just wonder whether you can live up to that pride."

Habara could not help but roll his eyes at the man's words. It sounded as though he were saying, You really are an Uchiha Clan lunatic.

That made Habara rather uncomfortable, but he was not someone easy to talk down to. He stared at the man before him and suddenly shook his head. "Just you?"

"What do you mean?" The man had stepped out of the shadows. He was a burly young man.

Yet the moment his words fell, Habara had already appeared before him!

Without giving him any chance to react, Habara's eyes bloomed with strange power. At the same time, the bamboo pole in his hand stabbed forward viciously.

Azure Chakra coated the bamboo pole as it landed lightly and soundlessly on the burly shinobi.

The burly man reacted quickly, but just as he was about to move, Habara's Scarlet Eyes quietly met his gaze.

In an instant, the burly shinobi felt his mind freeze. The next second, it was as if his mind had gone completely blank.

At that very moment, Habara's bamboo pole struck him. With a loud crash, the burly Uchiha shinobi was knocked straight onto the ground!

All the shinobi present were stunned once again. Habara's decisiveness had truly exceeded their expectations. The moment this guy saw an opening, he acted without hesitation, not wasting even half a word on them!

As they watched the burly shinobi writhe on the ground in pain, unable to get up for a long while, their heartbeats could not help but quicken. Yet Habara's next words sent their blood pressure soaring.

"My meaning is obvious. You alone aren't enough. Didn't you want to see my Mangekyō? But with just you, there's no need for me to activate it."

As he spoke, Habara's gaze swept across everyone present, and the terrifying aura around him erupted in an instant.

The oppressive aura spread continuously through the crowd, making them feel as though their hearts had skipped half a beat.

"If this is all you can do, you can't even entertain me."

After saying that, Habara looked indifferently at everyone. Enveloped in moonlight, he looked utterly terrifying.

As the breeze blew, the Bamboo Forest rustled continuously, the sound seeming to mock every one of them.

"Get him! We can't let this bastard look down on us!"

At last, someone suddenly shouted, and all the young Uchiha hardliners present exploded into action.

They roared as more than a dozen of them charged at Habara in fury.

The two sides were not even on the same level in terms of numbers. Although shinobi battles could often be changed by numbers, there were always exceptions.

Like now.

"Aah!"

The moment they clashed, a scream erupted from one of the shinobi.

Facing the siege of this group, Habara could feel a certain degree of trouble, but it was only trouble.

His strength had grown rapidly. While his greatest advantage still lay in the quantity and quality of his Chakra, and his physical growth could not compare to that—

His speed and perception had become increasingly outrageous. Moreover, Habara had not neglected his training over the past month.

Even though Shisui had yet to decide to resign from the Anbu, causing Habara's training to focus more on development—especially the development of Susanoo—

Overall, Habara's Taijutsu had improved tremendously after obtaining the Mangekyō.

Even without using the Mangekyō Sharingan, or the power of "Hankai," his strength was not something these people could easily compare to!

Under the moonlight, Habara moved through the crowd like a dancing butterfly, his movements effortless and light.

Any Uchiha shinobi who came into even slight contact with him was directly knocked down.

Even if some shinobi had activated their Sharingan as well, the vast gap in perception meant these Uchiha shinobi had no way to block his attacks.

In Habara's hands, battle seemed like an art. Every movement was incomparably simple and natural.

He casually tossed the bamboo pole in his hand high into the air. Then, with a slight sidestep, he dodged a shinobi's attack before swiftly throwing a punch at the most vulnerable spot on the Uchiha shinobi before him.

The Uchiha was immediately sent flying backward, and under the clever application of force, several of his companions behind him were all blocked.

His scarlet Sharingan turned slightly. He suddenly leaned lightly to the side, and a wooden Kunai brushed past his back.

These people had clearly come prepared. Judging from the material of their weapons, they apparently had no intention of turning this into anything like a Feast at Hong Gate.

But even so, Habara had no intention of going easy on them. Since these people wanted to see his strength, Habara would naturally give them a good look!

His right hand shot upward, grabbing the wooden Kunai thrust at him by an Uchiha shinobi, along with the man's arm.

Then, that Uchiha shinobi felt his arm move beyond his control, dragged toward another direction.

Bang!

With a muffled impact, another Uchiha shinobi was slammed hard in the chest by the wooden Kunai and sent flying backward.

Even a wooden Kunai was incredibly painful when it struck with such force.

Habara did not even look at the man who had been sent flying. He twisted his wrist sharply, instantly dislocating the wrist of the Uchiha he had grabbed.

Then Habara crouched down once again, cleverly evading another shinobi's attack.

Next, he charged out like a leopard. One Uchiha shinobi only saw Habara rushing toward him, but before he could make any move, he was sent flying backward.

The Sharingan spun lightly, and a shinobi who was about to strike Habara immediately froze in place.

The next moment, Habara kicked him away, and the bamboo pole he had tossed high into the air fell back down, landing perfectly in Habara's hand.

"You really disappoint me."

Chakra still surged through Habara's body as his gaze swept across everyone again. Then he gave a light laugh.

"If this is all you can do, then I think this ends here. You can't even force out my Mangekyō."

"Uchiha Habara, enough!" At that moment, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward.

The middle-aged man's expression was rather ugly, and the intensity of his Chakra was extremely high. More importantly, he seemed to carry a faint but unmistakable killing intent.

Clearly, this man had participated in the Third Great Ninja War, and he was one of the elite who had survived it.

Habara frowned when he saw him, but quickly resumed his smile and asked, "Oh? Am I not even allowed to speak the truth?"

"You are strong, so strong that you make people fear you. That is indeed the truth," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice. "But they are also your clansmen, and—"

"Don't think we have no one left either!"