Saving the Perilous and Aiding the Distressed, Displaying Marvelous Techniques

On the tournament grounds of Konoha, sunlight poured down freely, illuminating every inch of the arena. At the center, a pale green light surged like living energy, swiftly enveloping Anko entirely. The glow flowed like liquid jade, radiating a mysterious and eerie aura.

Caught within it, Anko felt a warm yet strange force, like a surging tide, frantically pulling at something inside her. At first, it was an indescribable sting—countless tiny needles pricking through her meridians, each subtle tremor hammering against her nerves like a heavy blow, bringing unbearable agony.

"Ah!" Anko let out a pained groan, clenching her teeth as beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from her forehead, soaking her clothes. The intense pain came in waves, one after another, nearly drowning her consciousness and threatening to knock her out.

"How is this possible..." Anko forced the words out through gritted teeth, her voice hoarse and faint, as if all her vitality had been drained.

In the midst of this torment, she could clearly feel the Nuclear Radiation Energy that had once made her wish for death being peeled away bit by bit, as if by an invisible giant hand—the executor being the strange green light Haotian had released.

The method this green light employed was unlike any medical ninjutsu she knew. In all her understanding of ninjutsu, she had never encountered such a wondrous and powerful force, capable of handling a deadly poison so precisely and dominantly.

The sensation of being drained was overwhelming. Anko felt as if part of her very life force was being ruthlessly extracted. Her body grew weak, an emptiness clinging to her like a shadow, as though all her energy had been hollowed out. Yet, at the same time, she truly sensed the stubborn poison, once like a bone-deep curse, rapidly fading. As the poison left, a post-escape weakness crept in, bringing both relief and utter exhaustion.

Finally, the green light dissipated like receding tides. Haotian, his expression calm, slowly withdrew his hands and looked down at Anko, who lay on the ground, her breath faint. A slight smile tugged at his lips, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "How do you feel? Feeling better? This is my Unique Secret Technique—not everyone gets such treatment."

Anko struggled to lift her head, her eyes a tangle of complex emotions. A glimmer of relief flickered in her gaze, like a faint light after surviving a disaster; yet the anger of being toyed with burned like a raging fire in her heart. Deep confusion, like a fog, shrouded her thoughts.

"Just who... are you!" Anko growled, using the last of her strength to roar out. Her voice was filled with defiance and accusation.

Haotian just shrugged, ignoring her question. He strolled over to Anko, bent down, and grabbed her by the back of her collar, lifting her as casually as if he were picking up a helpless kitten. Then, he dragged her toward the edge of the arena.

"You..." Anko felt a profound humiliation, her anger reaching its peak. But her weakened body refused to obey, leaving her powerless to resist, forced to let Haotian do as he pleased.

She felt her body yanked up by a strong force, and then a whistling wind roared past her ears, like a demon's howl. The next moment, she was flung out like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the open ground outside the arena.

"Alright, you've lost." Haotian clapped his hands, his expression as light as a breeze, as if everything he'd done was nothing more than a trivial matter.

For an instant, the area outside fell silent. Everyone stood frozen, as if struck by a paralysis jutsu, stunned by what they had just witnessed. Their eyes were filled with shock and confusion, unable to comprehend how Haotian—who had been helpless under Anko's pressure moments ago—had suddenly unleashed such immense power, let alone how he had dispelled Anko's poison in such an unbelievable way.

Obito stood in the crowd, his eyes wide as saucers, brimming with shock and resentment. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white from the strain. "How is that possible? How could that guy beat Anko-senpai!" His voice was thick with disbelief, as if this were all a twisted nightmare.

In stark contrast to Obito, Guy jumped up in excitement, waving his arms wildly in the air and shouting in admiration: "As expected of my rival, to pull off something like this! That's incredible!" Guy's face beamed with an excited smile, his eyes full of respect and praise for Haotian.