Chapter 662: Dragon Fist Explosion? The Ninjas Are Scared Shitless

He knew better than anyone what astonishing power lay within the seemingly comical, bowl-cut boy before him.

"Sure." Mo Wang looked at Rock Lee's blazing gaze, a battle-ready smile curving his lips. "Then let's have a proper fight. I heard you specialize in taijutsu?" He casually rolled his wrist, his joints cracking crisply. "As it happens, I'm pretty good at it too. Let's see who's better."

In the stands, Sakura nearly bit her tongue when she heard that.

She turned to Sasuke in disbelief. "That idiot says he specializes in taijutsu? Has he gone crazy?" She pointed at the arena below. "That guy who just blew up half the Forest of Death is actually saying something like that?"

The corner of Sasuke's mouth twitched slightly. Whenever he recalled Mo Wang wildly throwing Wind Style: Rasenshuriken, he felt a profound sense of incongruity.

That guy used ninjutsu like a mobile artillery platform, yet now he was seriously claiming to specialize in taijutsu?

In the arena, Rock Lee's eyes instantly lit up when he heard that Mo Wang was also skilled in taijutsu. He excitedly clenched his fists, chakra boiling throughout his body. "Wonderful! Let us have a clash of hot blood and souls!" Before his words had even faded, he vanished from his spot in a gust of wind, driving a fierce straight punch directly at Mo Wang's face.

Yet Mo Wang casually raised one hand and effortlessly blocked the swift strike.

A dull thud rang out as fist met palm, but Mo Wang's arm did not budge in the slightest.

Over the next several dozen exchanges, Rock Lee attacked like a raging storm. Leg shadows flashed, fist winds howled, and every strike tore through the air. Yet no matter how he attacked, Mo Wang used only one hand to casually