The battle on the Competition Arena continued.
A Ruheng watched Sasuke charge at him once more, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes. "Brother Sasuke, why persist? You're very talented, but you're still no match for me."
"Cut the crap!"
Sasuke's roar exploded like thunder. He fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as the black lightning in his palm surged wildly, crackling as it tore through the air and radiated a heart-palpitating pressure.
"There has never been the word 'surrender' in the Uchiha dictionary! Even if I have to give it everything today, I will never take a single step back!"
The instant his words fell, Sasuke shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. Soul Power and black lightning intertwined around him, leaving behind a dark blue afterimage.
"Yin Chidori!"
With Sasuke's low shout, the lightning in his palm condensed into a sharp spear aimed directly at A Ruheng's chest. He had poured more than half of his remaining Soul Power into this strike, trying to break through the other man's Bloodline Power defense, which was as impenetrable as a wall of bronze and iron.
Yet A Ruheng remained as steady as a mountain before this seemingly unstoppable attack.
The Innate Secret Technique he cultivated was nearing mastery. His body had been tempered by vitality for years, and its toughness had long surpassed that of ordinary Battle Armor. It was enough to rival a weakened version of Four-Word Battle Armor.
He merely turned slightly aside, easily evading Sasuke's attack path, then extended his right hand and accurately seized Sasuke's wrist.
Black lightning burst across A Ruheng's palm, but it only left a few faint scorch marks on the surface of his skin. It could not penetrate his dense Bloodline Power barrier at all.