Two Identical Scrolls, and They Couldn't Bear to Give Me One

While Feng An was sleeping soundly, the three ninjas returned.

One of them shouted at Feng An and the other two, "Hey, hand over the scrolls."

Feng An clenched his fists, growing irritated. "Why is it you guys again?"

The man thought he had not heard clearly, so he repeated himself.

"Hand over the scrolls, and we'll spare your lives."

Feng An stood up, dusted off his backside, and said with an icy gaze, "Hand over the scrolls, and I'll spare your lives."

The man's expression darkened. "Are kids these days all this arrogant?"

"Stop wasting words on them. We should've just attacked from the start."

The burly man behind him suddenly flung several shuriken, then charged at Feng An at high speed.

Feng An raised a hand and knocked away the incoming shuriken. With a flash, he appeared directly in front of the man.

What?

So fast!

The burly man's face changed, and he hurriedly swung his kunai at Feng An.

But he was far too slow.

Before he could even touch Feng An, a punch struck him in the abdomen.

The blow was so powerful that the man's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

He got taken down by one punch?!

The two men behind him felt their eyelids twitch.

One of the thinner men asked shakily, "B-Bro, what do we do?"

Although the other man was sweating profusely, he maintained a calm expression.

"Don't be afraid. He might be one of those people who specialize in taijutsu. I have an extremely powerful secret technique here, but it needs time to activate."

"You go hold him off. As long as you can stall him for five seconds, I can kill him with one hand."

"Uh..."

The thin man was so nervous that his legs would not stop trembling.

He was the very man Feng An had scared with a shout while he was reading the scroll earlier.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, the other man placed a hand on his shoulder, his face full of resolve.

"Little brother, do you trust me?"

It's not that I don't trust you. I just don't trust myself to last five seconds.

Feng An kicked the unconscious burly man aside.

Looking at the two with disdain, he said, "Hand over the scrolls."

The thin man slapped his cheeks hard and shouted, "I'll do it! Big brother, you have to defeat him! Lead us through this test!"

The thin man picked up his kunai and charged at Feng An.

But after running barely two meters, his left foot caught his right foot, and he fell flat on the ground with a smack.

"..."

Feng An glanced at Yudzuki. "Do people in the ninja world pull insurance scams too?"

Yudzuki shook her head. "...I don't know."

Feng An watched as the thin man lay motionless on the ground.

"Hey?"

He cautiously walked over, only then noticing a pool of blood beneath the thin man.

After turning him over, Feng An froze.

The thin man had stabbed his own chest with the kunai in his hand and killed himself.

"You two had identical scrolls, didn't you? Wouldn't it have been enough to give me one? Why did you have to make such a life-or-death fuss over it?"

Feng An was utterly baffled.

The last man still standing suddenly opened his eyes wide!

He seemed to have activated some sort of secret technique. His entire body swelled by a size, and veins bulged across every patch of exposed skin.

As his muscles expanded further, his body continued to inflate, and cracks appeared across his skin.

When the transformation was complete, the man had become a two-meter-tall muscular brute.

The man laughed excitedly. "Haha, it worked! It finally worked! Little brother, I'm coming to help you!"

The moment he looked up and saw the figure before Feng An, his eyes instantly turned red, and he roared in fury, "Little brother!"

"Good, good, good! You dared to kill my little brother!"

Feng An glanced at him and explained, "He fell to his death himself. Look, he was still holding the kunai himself."

"Bullshit! How could he possibly have committed suicide?!"

The man's leg muscles suddenly tensed, and he leaped into the air.

Two massive craters appeared in the ground beneath his feet.

He roared and hurled a fist at Feng An!

"Die!"

This was the secret technique his master had taught him. By using Chakra to strike the body's acupuncture points, it could unleash dozens of times his usual strength for a short period!

The force contained in this punch was enough to seriously injure a Chunin in one blow.

A mere Genin would only be crushed to death by the raging wind of his fist.

With a loud bang, the man's fist, half the size of a person, slammed into Feng An.

Feng An was instantly sent flying several meters, crashing into a thick tree behind him and leaving a deep crater in its trunk before he stopped.

"Feng An!"

Fūka and Yudzuki both went pale.

The gigantic man cried out in delighted tears, "Little brother, I avenged you!"

"Avenged what? I told you, he fell to his death himself."

Feng An's voice came from the crater in the tree.

Fūka was overjoyed. "Feng An, you're okay!"

He jumped out of the crater and rolled his shoulders and waist.

"Okay, my ass. That nearly shook me apart."

He had not dodged the man's attack because he wanted to see just how strong his body had become under the enhancement of Cell Activation.

His body really was tough. Even such a powerful, ferocious attack had failed to injure him in the slightest.

Still, the tremendous impact generated by the man's fist had sent him flying quite a distance.

"How are you unharmed?!"

The man's eyes bulged as he roared.

Feng An did not answer. Instead, he looked at the man and asked, "Is this secret technique of yours a variation of the Eight Inner Gates?"

"Who cares about your Eight Gates? If one punch isn't enough, then I'll throw two!"

Veins bulged across the man's face. His entire body rumbled as Chakra burst from within him.

He gathered every last bit of Chakra in his body into his right fist.

The power in this punch was several times greater than before.

Feng An remained perfectly calm at the sight.

Possessing Yin-Yang Release, he could sense the man's life force rapidly draining away.

He had already seen that the man was at the end of his rope. Whether he threw this punch or not, his body would explode and he would die.

"Your little brother's death really had nothing to do with me," Feng An said before shaking his head with a sigh.

"Forget it. I can't be bothered to explain. You wouldn't listen anyway."

He activated the Yin-Yang Release within his body, no larger than a ping-pong ball, and gathered it in his throat.

If he had mastered the power of creation within Yin-Yang Release, he might have tried to save the man's life. Unfortunately, for now, he had only mastered its power of destruction.

The man's face instantly became seven parts more haggard after gathering his strength.

"Die!"

He exhausted all his strength and swung his right fist, attacking Feng An once more.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique."

The opponent was too fast for Feng An to form hand seals in time, so he stopped pretending and only formed the Tiger seal.

A small fireball containing Yin-Yang Release shot toward the man.

Seeing the fireball, which was only about the size of an egg, the frenzied man had no intention of dodging. He drove his fist straight into it.

But the instant his fist touched the flames, it began to sizzle.

In a flash, the fireball pierced through his fist and forearm.

"Wind Release: Gale Palm."

The wind from Feng An's hand blew toward the fireball.

The fireball instantly surged forward, piercing straight through the man's heart.

In an instant, the man's body rapidly shriveled. Before long, he had become a dried-up corpse.

"He... died just like that?"

Fūka and Yudzuki stared in stunned disbelief.

Feng An glanced sideways at the burly man lying on the ground, whose body was trembling nonstop.

He calmly said, "Hand over the scrolls."