Hyuga Conflict

Being able to observe chakra at any time could be considered a bug, and Qingyun arrived at the tree designated by the system.

He condensed chakra into his feet, then slowly stepped onto the tree trunk, his entire body tilting at an angle.

"Thump!" Qingyun failed his first attempt immediately; the reason was that he had condensed too little chakra, resulting in his feet lacking the necessary adhesion.

Qingyun failed again on his second attempt, his body slamming into the ground once more because he hadn't distributed the chakra evenly between his feet, causing him to lose his balance.

Just like that, bit by bit, Qingyun tried again and again, falling from the tree trunk over and over.

At the beginning, Qingyun made almost no progress; simply learning to distribute his chakra evenly took an entire afternoon.

However, Qingyun was not a person who would admit defeat. After all, as long as he completed the task, he would become stronger! Qingyun needed to complete the task at all costs, and the difficulties and obstacles before him would absolutely never make him bow his head.

Just like that, Qingyun persisted for three or four days, and he was already able to walk from the bottom of the tree trunk to the middle.

"I must get used to this feeling, get used to every step under my feet, walk with even distribution every time, and make it my habit." Qingyun had thrown himself heart and soul into tree climbing, and he persisted for another two or three days.

Today was the final day before the task ended.

And today, a young man stood in front of this tree.

Behind the youth were several people, among whom was the brat from the Hyuga Clan that Qingyun had beaten up before.

Many of the people present were from the Hyuga Clan.

At this point, Qingyun naturally understood everything.

"Are you planning to take revenge? I didn't expect such a cliché plot to happen to me," Qingyun muttered to himself, squinting his eyes.

The Hyuga youth directly in front of him sank his face and asked, "You are Qingyun, right? Was it you who hit my younger brother with a rock?"

Qingyun didn't want to pay any attention to this Hyuga youth at all, then asked, "Huh? So that's it, you're the older brother of that Hyuga brat? I didn't expect him to be the one to lodge a complaint first. Actually, he was the one who hit my head first, but he probably didn't tell you that, did he?"

"Brother! He's lying! He was the one who attacked me first! He was the one who started it!" The Hyuga brat suddenly jumped out and spouted nonsense.

"Brat, don't talk nonsense!" Qingyun scolded.

"Brat? Aren't you a brat yourself? You say you were hit on the head? But your head doesn't have a single injury, while my brother's stomach was hit until it bled by you."

The Hyuga youth's aura suddenly changed, and he said, "This is Konoha, and I didn't want to waste my breath on you."

"But your attitude is not sincere, so let me, as an older brother, teach you a lesson on his behalf. Clansmen, bear witness for me; I am not bullying the weak, I am simply teaching him a lesson for the Hyuga Clan," the Hyuga youth said righteously.

No one around them tried to stop them; they all just stood there, ready to watch the show.

The Uchiha Clan was responsible for Konoha's security work, and in the past, the Uchiha Clan and the Hyuga Clan had always been at odds, but for some reason, the security team did not appear today.

Qingyun snorted coldly and said, "So that's how it is. It seems you all planned this out long ago. Since the world is so unfair, then I will let you understand that not everyone can cover the sky with one hand."

"Ha! Too much talk!" The Hyuga youth looked to be about ten years old, a full head taller than Qingyun. Most people had already foreseen the outcome and had only come to watch the spectacle.

However, Qingyun did not intend to hold back.

The Hyuga youth did not activate his Byakugan, instead using footwork to quickly close in on Qingyun, and Qingyun did not show weakness, not avoiding the edge of the attack but meeting it head-on.

Qingyun used his fists, and the Hyuga youth used his palms.

Neither of them was willing to back down, like the tip of a needle against a blade's edge.

"Boom!"

Qingyun felt as if the meridians in his hand had snapped; the opponent's soft force had struck directly into his body, causing him immense pain.

"The Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist, is it?" Qingyun recognized the opponent's technique, and the opponent was also somewhat surprised.

"Brat! The power of that punch of yours is not small. Among your peers, you are indeed very strong, but no matter how strong you are, you are still just a brat." The Hyuga youth looked disdainful; his arrogant personality made him forgo using his Byakugan.

Gotcha! A plan formed in Qingyun's mind, and he formed hand seals, beginning to condense chakra.

The Hyuga youth naturally took this opportunity to strike with a palm.

Qingyun's chakra condensed quickly, and the dust on the surrounding ground immediately blurred the area.

"Gentle Fist Art!" The Hyuga youth thought he could knock Qingyun over with a single palm, and the wind from that palm was already closing in on Qingyun.

Qingyun smiled slightly, a very eerie expression.

"Shatter!" The Byakugan would be affected by the dust, not to mention that the Hyuga youth was too arrogant to have even activated his Byakugan.

Amidst the dust, the shattered Qingyun naturally dodged the Hyuga youth's attack.

At the same time, Qingyun reassembled his body behind the Hyuga youth, and a kunai in his hand was already pressed against the youth's waist.

As the dust gradually settled, the people around them all had their mouths agape.

They simply could not imagine that a genius youth of the Hyuga Clan would actually be defeated by a three-year-old brat.

"You! This is impossible!? You bastard!" The Hyuga youth was humiliated and angry. He had lost face and couldn't understand what had happened, only assuming it was his own mistake.

"A bet is a bet. No matter how many times you try, you cannot defeat me," Qingyun said, enunciating every word.

"Hmph! I don't accept this!" The Hyuga youth remained defiant, and the surrounding Hyuga clansmen were also indignant, wanting to attack Qingyun directly.

"Hyuga Clan, don't go too far."

"Isn't it time for this farce to end?"

About a dozen powerful members of the Uchiha Clan suddenly appeared by Qingyun's side, and their stance made it clear they were there to protect him.

"Konoha Military Police Force?" Qingyun knew that the Uchiha Clan had likely just wanted to watch the spectacle; his fight with the boy could be politely called an exchange of pointers, or crudely described as a childish brawl, and the Police Force usually couldn't be bothered to intervene.

However, the Uchiha and Hyuga Clans were not on good terms. With the Hyuga Clan suffering a setback, the Uchiha were naturally quite pleased. Seeing the Hyuga about to lash out at Qingyun, the innocent Konoha brat who had caused them such embarrassment, the Uchiha naturally wouldn't allow it and stepped in to stop them.

"Hmph! Let's go!" A Hyuga elder knew the matter had to end here, so he waved his hand, signaling the Hyuga boy to leave.

"Get lost! You're lucky, but you won't be so lucky next time," the Hyuga boy cursed at Qingyun.

Instead, the kunai in Qingyun's hand pierced even deeper.

"When did I say I was going to let you go?" Qingyun said coldly.

"Don't you dare push your luck!" The Hyuga brat was also incredibly furious, but there was nothing he could do with the Uchiha standing right there, and at the end of the day, they were in the wrong.

"Alright, let this guy go." The member of the Uchiha Clan acted as a peacemaker, and knowing that the Uchiha were helping him, Qingyun released the Hyuga boy.

"In the future, don't bother me again, or even the Uchiha won't be able to save you," Qingyun said ruthlessly.

Those present mostly wanted to laugh the remark off, but they could feel the determination of the kid before them. Qingyun was incredibly strong-willed for his age, and no one had expected that a ten-year-old from the Hyuga Clan would actually be defeated by a three-year-old child.