Amid thunderous explosions, Uchiha Feiyu moved like an agile bird, dodging one golden fireball after another. Ignoring the shockwaves from the blasts, he swung the short sword in his hand, its dazzling white light flashing as it slashed at Pakura in an instant.
Pakura's physical speed was far inferior to Uchiha Feiyu's, but she did not need to rely on speed to clash with him head-on. With a thought, the two golden fireballs behind her spun forward to block him, forcing Uchiha Feiyu to halt and retreat without achieving anything.
Scorch Release was not only immensely destructive, but also exceptionally flexible to control. Those two fireballs effectively served as a defense; at the very least, Uchiha Feiyu did not dare touch them with his body.
Naturally, Pakura's attacks could not threaten Uchiha Feiyu either. Compared to him, both her reaction speed and the speed of her ninjutsu attacks were simply too slow. After all her relentless bombardment, at most, she only left a little dust on Uchiha Feiyu's head.
"Looks like... it's time to use a trump card!"
Uchiha Feiyu dodged another golden fireball, his eyes narrowing slightly. Lightning suddenly flared across his body, and he surged toward Pakura again like an aurora.
Pakura repeated her previous tactic, moving the fireballs circling her body in front of herself in an attempt to stop Uchiha Feiyu once more. This time, however, the short sword in Uchiha Feiyu's hand suddenly extended, piercing straight through the massive fireball in an instant.
With a wet slash, the long sword cut across Pakura's cheek. The surprise on her face gave way to the pale complexion of someone who had narrowly escaped death.
After all, who would have expected the short sword in Uchiha Feiyu's hand to extend and retract at will? With the huge fireball