Impossible.
He knocked me flat with one slap.
Impossible.
I couldn't possibly be this weak.
The three tomoe spun rapidly in his eyes. A strange pulse of energy faintly flickered through them, then dissipated.
Who were Qingwu and Guang?!
Two of the Ninja World's strongest fighters. Both noticed it.
His Sharingan had seemed to evolve just now.
What a shame.
His emotions hadn't reached the necessary intensity, and the evolution had stopped.
"I'm not done yet!" Sasuke roared, forming hand seals with his left hand, ready to attack from another direction with Chidori.
"That's enough, Sasuke. Let's stop here."
But the instant he began forming hand seals, Qingwu suddenly released his fingers, then backhanded him on the nape.
Smack!
The sound rang out, and the Training Ground fell silent.
"How is that possible? How are you so fast?!"
A sharp pain shot through Sasuke's neck. His chakra scattered, and the Short Sword in his hand clattered to the ground.
His whole body went limp, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
Clutching the back of his neck, he turned to look at Qingwu, disbelief filling his eyes—Qingwu hadn't used a single ninjutsu from start to finish. He'd barely even released any chakra, yet he'd easily dismantled every move Sasuke had.
He felt like a clown.
"You..." Sasuke started to say something, then swallowed it. His face burned as though he'd been slapped in front of everyone.
Everyone around them kept their heads lowered. No one dared speak.
"Sa..."
Kiba wanted to offer a few words of comfort,
but Shino tugged at him and shook his head.
Trying to comfort him now
would be no different from slapping Sasuke in the face.
With his pride, he might take it as mockery.
Qingwu, however, had no such reservations.
He didn't think Sasuke's