"You're courting death!"
Zheng trembled with rage, the shaking in the fingers of his right hand growing increasingly obvious. He forcibly steadied himself and controlled the puppet in the air to dive once more. The puppet opened its palm, gathering a ball of pale purple Wind Release chakra in its hand. "Wind Release: Sand Blade Bullet!"
Aoba raised his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the cluster of Wind Release chakra. His tone remained calm. "With Wind Release this weak, you dare show off in front of me? Qianyan, you don't need to make a move. Let him see what real Wind Release looks like."
Qianyan nodded, lowered his hands from their seals, and stepped back beside Aoba with a smile. "You got it, Brother Aoba. Let him see what you can do, so he'll stop thinking he's so amazing."
Seeing that Aoba still had not moved an inch, Zheng grew even more agitated and roared, "Who are you trying to fool?! If you have the guts, take one of my attacks head-on! Stop hiding in the back and putting on airs!"
Aoba raised an eyebrow slightly and finally lifted his right hand. A wisp of pale green Wind Release chakra gathered at his fingertips. It looked weak, yet it carried an incomparably sharp aura. "Hide? I've never needed to hide.
"You wanted to see my Wind Release, didn't you? Watch closely."
The instant he finished speaking, the Wind Release chakra at Aoba's fingertips erupted. A slender yet razor-sharp wind blade appeared out of thin air and shot toward the puppet in the sky, moving so fast it left only an afterimage.
"Not good!"
Zheng's face changed drastically. He hurriedly tugged on the chakra threads, trying to control the puppet and dodge, but his fingers reacted half a beat too