Neji Hyuga flicked the fireball at his fingertips, sending it flying toward his side. It struck a hidden jonin and blew him apart with a scream.
"The Primordial Body Magnetic Field Fist Style is a fist style whose limits you cannot even see. What a pity—you can only use the moves I taught you as mere fist techniques." Neji Hyuga's expression remained blank, with not the slightest trace of regret.
The eighteen Hyuga Branch Family ninjas could only use the Primordial Body Magnetic Field Fist Style according to the moves Neji Hyuga had taught them. This was the bare minimum for using and practicing it. Only by breaking free of so-called moves could one truly unify body, spirit, and Chakra, use one's own will to wield one's magnetic field and manipulate external energy and magnetic fields. Only then could one truly master the Primordial Body Magnetic Field Fist Style.
The Primordial Body Magnetic Field Fist Style was merely a foundation.
The next moment, the surroundings seemed to sink into a swamp. The remaining two unharmed jonin, one jonin with exploded eyes, and three chunin with exploded eyes all felt as though they had been glued in place, unable to move.
Even ninjas trained by Danzo Shimura to be emotionally indifferent could not help feeling a chill in their hearts.
"Ah!!!!!" The three jonin and three chunin screamed in agony. Their entire bodies twisted like hemp ropes into twenty-centimeter columns of mangled flesh and bone, standing rigidly in place as blood sprayed out.
Danzo Shimura's heart pounded wildly, and a flicker of terror crossed his gloomy single eye.
Too fast. Far too fast.
In the time it took to speak, Neji Hyuga had already dealt with five jonin and three chunin.
That included the jonin and chunin Little Buffalo had killed