The battle reached fever pitch: A clash of power, Rock Lee shed his weights three times-absurdly overpowered

"Ho-ho!" Rock Lee and Omoi darted across the Arena, their figures crossing at blinding speed like two streaks of light, colliding and separating amid a barrage of shrill whistles.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" Omoi's Short Sword traced silver arcs beneath the blazing sun. Every slash carried chilling killing intent, aimed straight at Rock Lee's vital points.

Before the blade even reached him, the razor-sharp currents formed by chakra had already ripped through the air.

Holy shit! This guy was a fucking genin? He was stronger than me!

The watching ninja gasped in amazement, and many of the chunin examiners couldn't help blurting out their disbelief.

Neji watched the fight. Rock Lee, spread your wings.

Tenten shouted excitedly, "Rock Lee, keep going! Show them what all your hard work has achieved! You're as good as anyone!" Except Neji, she added inwardly.

Naruto's blood boiled as he watched. "Rock Lee, keep it up! That's amazing! Amazing!"

Sasuke was stunned, too. That bushy-browed guy was this strong?! Excellent. Your moves are mine now. He copied them with his Sharingan.

Qingwu and Guang exchanged smiles. Sasuke had finally caught on—he knew how to use his Sharingan properly now.

"Whoa!" Rock Lee moved like lightning, backflipping and sidestepping in rapid succession as he threaded through the dense web of blades.

A chakra blade grazed the hem of his clothes, shredding it instantly. His gaze was sharp, fixed on Omoi's every movement, his steps swift and steady as though he were dancing on a knife's edge.

"Three-Day Moon: Hazy Moon Night!"

With a low shout, Omoi abruptly accelerated his Short Sword, unleashing dozens of crescent-shaped chakra blades that sealed off all of Rock Lee's escape routes like a torrential downpour.

The crescent blades skimmed over the ground, kicking up gravel and dust!

"Aw, crap!"

Rock Lee's pupils