The raging wind and sand obscured everyone's vision, completely engulfing Kawaki Aoba's figure. No one could see the battle within.
Temari stared intently at the center of the sandstorm, her expression icy as she said in a low voice, "Let's see how long you can hold out! My Wind Release can keep pouring out, while your chakra will run dry sooner or later!"
Kankuro also fixed his gaze on the center of the sandstorm, anticipation filling his eyes as he growled under his breath, "Break through his defense! Cripple him!"
Yuhi Shinku and the others wore worried expressions, ready to rush in with support at any moment, but the Sunagakure Chunin beside them kept them tightly occupied, leaving them no chance to break away.
Just as everyone stared at the center of the sandstorm, a clear voice suddenly rang out from within the sweeping wind and sand, sharp and distinct.
"Your Wind Release is fast and powerful enough, but it has one fatal flaw."
Temari's expression changed drastically. "You can still speak without a scratch?"
Before her words had even faded, the sandstorm abruptly exploded outward from its center. Violent lightning instantly tore through the wind and sand, and blazing arcs of electricity shot into the sky, scattering all the dust.
Kawaki Aoba's figure slowly emerged. Lightning still crackled fiercely around him, his clothes and hair fluttering slightly. He stood firm without the slightest hint of disarray, his breathing steady and showing no sign of exhaustion.
He raised his eyes to meet Temari's shocked gaze and slowly said, "Your Wind Release covers a wide area and has strong suppressive power, but its startup is too slow, and the trajectory of your techniques is too predictable."
The shock in Temari's eyes was instantly replaced by cold fury. She shouted, "Arrogant! Then