"Kill them. We have to kill them!" Chengmaru had always been a cold person. Staring at the two heated fighters, he muttered more and more excitedly, his body trembling slightly as if he were having an epileptic fit.
"Ah, what a pitiful child." Mirai looked at Chengmaru, who seemed to be crazed by an epileptic seizure, and silently sighed to himself.
Uchiha Itachi evaded Takeuchi Koji's ninja attacks while hurling a large number of hidden weapons at him. Rather than attacking Takeuchi Koji with all his strength, he focused on defense and evasive movement.
As time passed, Wu Nihao, having consumed a great deal of chakra, inevitably began to weaken. He panted as he dodged Uchiha Itachi, a subtle smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"The ground is already covered in slime. Let's see how you avoid my next move—or whether you can melt your way out. Clay Storm!" Wu Hao stared excitedly at Uchiha Itachi, who was surrounded by mud-like clumps across the ground.
Along with Wu Nihao's shout, a black clay sphere roughly two meters in diameter suddenly rose from the ground and immediately hovered seven or eight meters above Uchiha Itachi's head. Like a human heart, it sometimes expanded and contracted, yet each time it grew larger than before, as though it might explode at any moment.
Everyone knew the decisive moment was about to arrive. They watched the two people in the arena, waiting for the final outcome.
Facing Wu Hao's sudden ninjutsu, Uchiha Itachi's expression did not change. He first used a Great Fireball Technique on the ground between himself and Wu Hao, solidifying the black slime surrounding Wu Hao. Then, taking advantage of Wu Hao's Clay Downpour technique that controlled the air, he charged toward him like lightning.
Wu Nihao stared wide-eyed