Take This!

B-rank ninjutsu, Water Style: Water Cannonball!

This water cannonball was both heavy and fast, spinning at high speed with an explosive centrifugal force as it roared toward Yetsuki.

Judging by the physical constitution and chakra quality of a genin, being struck by this move would likely result in an instant knockout, as if one had been struck hard on the head with a heavy iron hammer.

However, the moment Kanna began his hand seals, the pursued party had already prepared their defense. Yong Kong, his face solemn, reached back and drew the two blades strapped to his back.

These two blades, one long and one short, were the standard configuration for the Nii-ryū, or dual-blade style.

"Scatter!" Yong Kong shouted. He swung his dual blades in a cross-shaped trajectory, hacking directly into the water sphere.

Puff! As the blades pierced the water sphere, Yong Kong felt a violent, twisting pain in his palms, as if he had been caught in a vortex. His wrists were forced to twist along with the rotation of the water sphere, and his fingers were tangled like a twist of dough; unable to maintain his grip on the hilts, the blades were about to be ripped from his hands.

Taking advantage of the moment Yong Kong blocked the water cannonball, Yetsuki and the others scattered to the sides, drawing ninja tools and launching them at Kanna.

Kanna swayed his body and tilted his neck, dodging the first wave of tools with minimal movement. Then, he crouched low and stomped his foot, his chakra erupting like an arrow released from a bowstring as he darted out from within the barrage of ninja tools.

Just as Yong Kong was about to let go and retreat, his vision blurred. A fist rose from below, fingers curled inward with the thumb pressed against the knuckle, and slammed into his right eye.

Bang! Yong Kong let out a muffled groan, his head spinning and buzzing as he was left dazed by the blow.

"Heh!" Kanna chuckled. He spread his legs, sank into a low stance, and bowed his head deeply.

The next moment, the water cannonball instantly swept up the blades that had slipped from Yong Kong's control, flew over Kanna's head, and continued shooting forward.

Carrying the dual blades, the water cannonball's momentum grew even more fearsome; the two blades spun like a saw-blade, whistling through the air.

The stunned ninjas nearby couldn't help but think of a meat grinder—it was no different from one.

"Yong Kong!" Kazama cried out, about to step forward to help, when Kanna's sharp, blade-like gaze snapped toward him.

It would have been better if he hadn't called out; the moment he did, he drew Kanna's full attention.

Kanna's shoulders sank, his center of gravity dropping naturally as he assumed the starting stance of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms.

Kanna had now breached the enemy's defensive perimeter, standing almost face-to-face with them. At this distance, even an Uchiha would only be able to weave hand seals during close-quarters combat; for an ordinary person, completing a ninjutsu under such interference was impossible.

Yong Kong had temporarily lost the ability to resist, beaten to the point of near-unconsciousness. The remaining eleven formed a perimeter, and this was exactly the scenario where the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms excelled!

Kanna cleared his mind, devoid of thought. The moment the muscles in Kazama's right leg twitched, Kanna reflexively thrust out a finger.

Rip! The strike was like an awl, seemingly tearing through the air itself, aimed precisely at Kazama's tibia.

Stung, Kazama raised his leg, his toes curled tight and his thumb cocked back—a Foot Blade, narrow at the front and wide at the back, like a knife—and kicked back without hesitation.

This Foot Blade technique was no secret art, but a common taijutsu. Yet, it was exceptionally practical, targeting the lower body; a single hit would leave a deep gash or even shatter bone!

However, to Kazama's surprise, Kanna had no intention of dodging. His arm vibrated, muscles bulging, as he slammed directly into Kazama's Foot Blade.

"Ah!" Kazama cried out in pain, his foot spasming.

He felt as if he hadn't kicked a human body, but solid steel!

How could an ordinary flesh-and-blood body compete with the strength of a physique reinforced by the Shikotsumyaku?

Kanna remained silent. A thin cut had appeared on his arm, but it was of no consequence. He didn't pause, shifting his sword-finger into a palm, grabbing Kazama's leg and applying pressure, intending to snap it.

Kazama's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of his own leg bone cracking. In his anxiety, he shouted, "Wait! I surrender!"

"What?" Kanna paused, stopping his hand.

A whistling sound rang out. Kanna felt a chill on his neck, the sensation of a blade held against his throat. He ducked instinctively, and a spinning silver light sliced through the space where his head had been.

Behind him, Yetsuki stood beside Yong Kong, her hands empty, glaring at Kanna. The silver hair ornament on her head had vanished.

Asu Usagi leaped up, reaching out to catch the silver object, seemingly intent on retrieving it.

Kanna glanced over and saw it was a massive silver hair ornament, its sharp steel petals gleaming coldly. It appeared this was the sisters' signature ninja tool.

Looking back at Yong Kong, there was a puddle of water on the ground with the long and short blades stuck diagonally into the earth. It seemed Yetsuki had used the hair ornament to slice through the water cannonball, saving Yong Kong's life.

"Hmph." Kanna raised an eyebrow. He pulled on Kazama's leg, using him like a large ninja tool, and hurled him directly at Asu Usagi.

"Ahhh!" Kazama flailed in the air, screaming as he was about to collide with Asu Usagi.

"Tuxin!" Yetsuki, seeing Kanna's move, cried out.

"Damn it!" Forced into a corner, Asu Usagi turned in mid-air, caught Kazama in her arms, and landed on the ground.

Clang! The massive steel hair ornament flew over twenty meters before embedding itself in the dirt.

"Thanks," Kazama said awkwardly. "But could you put me down first?"

Asu Usagi didn't even glance at him, tossing him aside as if his hundred-plus pounds were nothing.

"Let's go together, sister," Asu Usagi said calmly. "We have no way to escape anymore."

Yetsuki was about to agree and offer some words of encouragement when Kanna interrupted.

"Indeed, there is no escape, but resistance is also futile." Kanna wiped his fingers across the wound on his arm, and the gash sealed shut, leaving barely a trace of injury.

"No matter what choice you make, the moment I found you, you were destined to be kicked out of the game."

"Who can determine the outcome of something they haven't tried?" another examinee shouted, unable to watch any longer. "Stop with the big talk! You bastard!"

"I cannot deny that the quality of never giving up is admirable," Kanna said, slowly raising his arms and spreading them wide. "But when faced with an irresistible power, no amount of effort is of any use."

"Don't waste any more time. Let me end this battle."

"One move! Just one move! That is all it will take to finish you all!"

Kanna closed his eyes, mobilizing the vast majority of his chakra. In the ethereal depths of his mind, the delicate balance of gravitational and repulsive forces that connected all things began to manifest.

With a single thought, his chakra surged forth, snapping a total of eleven gravitational lines.

The equilibrium was shattered, and a colossal force of repulsion collapsed toward Yetsuki and the others, crushing everything in its path.

"Take this! Shinra Tensei!"