In an instant, their figures crossed. Soi Fon froze stiff, then tremblingly reached for her abdomen and collapsed to her knees.
That final strike did not look particularly spectacular. Their speed had already surpassed what many people could follow with their eyes, and this exchange seemed no different from the ones before it.
Only a few people in the captain's seats could discern what had happened. Anko's speed had reached an unbelievable level, leaving Soi Fon no time to react at all.
The Suzumebachi attached to Soi Fon's fingertip reverted to the form of an ordinary short blade and fell to the ground. Soi Fon, meanwhile, could not rise because of the heavy blow to her abdomen.
Anko looked at Chōjirō Sasakibe and said calmly, "It's over."
Chōjirō had wanted to wait and see whether Soi Fon could stand back up, but after watching her for two seconds without any movement, he could only announce the result on the spot.
"Winner: Anko Mitarashi."
Compared to the previous matches, this one had been a purely hand-to-hand clash. Anko had displayed utterly overwhelming strength, which was why the battle itself had not looked particularly flashy.
Yet in the eyes of the spectators, both of them were still incredibly powerful. After all, they had been moving too fast for anyone to see clearly.
Soi Fon had not suffered any serious injuries and recovered quickly. She forced herself to her feet, glanced at Anko, and silently walked toward the captain's seats.
The seventh match had ended. The score now stood at 4–3 in favor of the ninja.
After Soi Fon returned to her seat, Gin Ichimaru beside her made a snide remark. "Captain Soi Fon, you worked hard. Fortunately, you weren't badly hurt."
Seeing his smiling face, Soi Fon clenched her teeth and barely