Such precise predictions.
His combat experience and instincts. He was nothing like a newly enrolled student.
Could he have been a Sword Saint or Swordsman somewhere in his previous life?
Gin Ichimaru's eyes were filled with wariness,
Nara Dan's nearly instantaneous prediction just now clearly hadn't been a lucky guess,
on the contrary, if his speed and reflexes had been even half a beat slower, he might really have been injured by Nara Dan.
And that slash that rose into the air.
It wasn't made of Spiritual Pressure.
Gin Ichimaru looked at Nara Dan, who radiated a dangerous aura, his thoughts racing,
It was some kind of Swordsmanship power imbued with a sharp edge.
How interesting...
The smile on Gin Ichimaru's face grew more pronounced,
Then let me see your limits.
You little genius.
"Shinsō: Slaughter!"
Gin Ichimaru's voice rang out like a hissing viper, and his figure abruptly blurred in the air,
Nara Dan remained calm and launched another Flying Slash straight ahead without hesitation.
But this time, the sharp Flying Slash wasn't entirely effective. A gust of wind surged from ahead, blowing Nara Dan's long hair,
while Gin Ichimaru's figure smashed straight through the crisscrossing Flying Slashes and thrust Shinsō toward Nara Dan,
Clang!
Nara Dan's keen instincts blocked the thrust, which surpassed the speed of sound, and another shower of sparks flew through the air,
but this time, Gin Ichimaru had no intention of giving Nara Dan much chance to counterattack.
Whoosh!
Gin Ichimaru's figure blurred again. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in different positions around Nara Dan with Shunpo, and he didn't even need to release Shinsō with its incantation; Gin Ichimaru wielded it with practiced ease, without speaking,
His extraordinary Shunpo speed, combined with Shinsō's supersonic thrusts, created a kind of afterimage