If it had not been for this match, Yozuki Ling would never have believed that a thirteen-year-old boy could stand on equal footing with him!
What a terrifying rate of growth!
In the pitch-black night, when Yozuki Ling truly met those blue eyes, the chill contained within them made his heart tremble.
"How is this possible...?"
Yozuki Ling had fought countless battles in his life, yet he had never felt this way before.
It was the pressure of the strong, making the weak fear them even before the battle began.
If his opponent had been one of Kono Yohei's Third Generation, such a feeling would have been understandable.
However, he was merely a thirteen-year-old boy. Even if he was not weak, how could Yozuki Ling, with his pride, so readily admit to such a feeling?
It was just an illusion.
Mirai stared at Yozuki Ling, his brow furrowing slightly.
Because even with Yozuki Ling's skills, it should have been absolutely impossible for him to capture Kushina alive during Kono Yohei's time.
Yet speculation would naturally yield no answers. Mirai's voice darkened as he shouted angrily:
"How did you take Kushina out of the Forest?!"
Those provocative words immediately enraged Yozuki Ling.
"Brat, I should be the one interrogating you!"
He instantly flew into a rage, yet he did not lose his reason. His eyes remained fixed on Kushina beside Mirai.
Mirai's expression also turned grave.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Mirai immediately swung both arms, and over a dozen specially made Kunai swept toward Yozuki Ling.
They flew past tree trunks and grass, like the marks of the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Mirai's gaze sharpened. In the next instant, he appeared before the specially made Kunai closest to Yozuki Ling, and the Kunai in his hand, wrapped in a wind blade, suddenly