Bang!
Tsunade's stomp split the ground open.
Having shot to his feet in that instant between life and death, Lin Mu leaned against the wall behind him, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
This woman... if I hadn't dodged fast enough, she would've stomped me to death!
"You little brat, you actually dared to play dead in front of me? Don't forget, I'm a descendant of Senju Hashirama."
Tsunade's eyes curved, and an intoxicating smile spread across her face.
"Since you have a Wood Style Body, you must also possess the Mystical Palm Technique.
Never mind a punch that only sent you flying-even if I'd broken your ribs, you wouldn't have stayed down!"
"Ahem... Lady Tsunade, your might is unparalleled and your skills extraordinary. I really was badly hurt!"
Lin Mu looked sheepish, but he wasn't entirely to blame. He had simply gotten a little too used to pretending.
For a moment, he had actually forgotten that Tsunade was a descendant of the Senju Clan and knew the Wood Style Body inside out.
I've played myself this time!
As Lin Mu kept turning over ways to salvage his act in his mind,
Tsunade's pleasant voice rang out again:
"I'm one of the Sannin, after all, and I've lived for decades. I can at least honor a bet and admit defeat.
I said I'd defeat you with one finger, but in the end, I used my whole fist.
That means I lost this match. You truly are a descendant of our Senju Clan. Your strength is impressive!"
After praising Lin Mu's strength, Tsunade glanced at Naruto Uzumaki, who lay half-collapsed on the ground, and abruptly changed her tone.
"Unlike certain little brats who don't know their place. They're weak, yet they have absolutely no self-awareness!"
"As far as I'm concerned, the