Hold on, Chiba!

"Crackle... crackle..."

The arrow-shaped lightning maintained its upward diagonal trajectory, slowly breaking apart into scattered currents and vanishing into the air.

"Cough... wha... what..."

Below and behind where it vanished, Hirohiko slowly lowered his head and looked at the hole pierced through his left chest. His eyes gradually widened, a trace of unwillingness flashing through them.

Then, with a bang, he exploded into white mist and dissipated into the air.

My Flame Dragon Fire Technique didn't even leave a scratch?

At that moment, farther below the white mist, Hirohiko's Three Tomoe Sharingan slowly widened. His discerning eyes had already examined the burly man's body three or four times, yet he could not find the slightest wound.

He had emerged completely unscathed from flames of that temperature. How was that possible?

That was absolutely impossible!

His heart lurched violently, filled with shock and disbelief.

This is bad! At that instant, his expression abruptly changed. The gaze of his Three Tomoe Sharingan suddenly shifted from ahead to behind him.

"Crackle!"

A flash of lightning streaked past behind him!

"Crackle, crackle..."

Then came a dense series of exploding electrical crackles from behind him. In the most distant corner of his peripheral vision, within his Sharingan's sight, a fist had already risen. Hirohiko could clearly imagine the scene behind him: a massive, muscular man stood with chest thrust out and fist clenched, lightning blazing all over his body as he prepared to bring down a punch that made every hair on Hirohiko's body stand on end.

So fast!

Even faster than that previous punch. Even the Sharingan could barely keep up!

Bang!

Before Hirohiko could think anything beyond that horrified realization, the lightning-wreathed fist smashed viciously into his back.

"Shhk!"

A chilling sound of flesh being pierced.

"Cough!"

With a muffled cough, Hirohiko's already