A Forceful Stance

If anyone had still thought Uchiha Chen was no threat because of his young age, they had surely changed their minds by now. Everyone was treating him like a raging flood, desperate to stay out of his way.

There was no helping it. Uchiha Chen was simply terrifying. Hyuga Mahya had been an Elite Jonin, one of the stronger people among them, and yet—

An Elite Jonin like him had fallen without even touching the hem of Uchiha Chen's clothes. How terrifying was that? Just how powerful was Uchiha Chen?

Some of the more timid people had even started trembling. They couldn't help it; the aura Uchiha Chen had unleashed moments ago had been far too overwhelming.

Even they, veterans of countless battles, had never experienced such oppressive force. They had only managed to hold on through sheer willpower—for the sake of the Hyuga Clan, and for their own safety. They were barely keeping themselves on their feet.

If an enemy attacked right now, they probably couldn't bring even thirty percent of their strength to bear.

He had truly intimidated an entire clan all by himself.

Just then, someone in the crowd muttered, "If only our ancestor, Lord Hyuga Tenjin, were still here. Then a nobody like you wouldn't be throwing your weight around in the Hyuga Clan!"

The crowd was utterly silent. Even the slightest sound could be heard, and the speaker's voice had clearly not been quiet. Every person there had heard him.

At once, everyone turned to look at the speaker. He was so frightened that he tried to shrink back into the crowd.

It was no use. The moment he had said those words, everyone around him had moved away. Not a soul remained within three feet of him.

He looked around, his face on the