"Too slow, too slow..."
His body moved like a ghost, weaving through the gaps between all kinds of attacks. The Hyuga's Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven could not touch him, the Nara's shadow could not catch him, the Akimichi's giant fist struck empty air, and the Yamanaka's mental power could not even graze his edge.
He was like an elegant dancer, strolling leisurely through a hail of bullets.
Time ticked by. The members of both teams were already panting, their chakra and stamina massively drained, yet they had not even touched the hem of Arashi's clothes.
The spectators below began to lose patience as well.
"What's going on? Why is he only dodging and not attacking?"
"Could it be he's only fast, and doesn't have any offensive ability at all?"
"That's very possible. Maybe he only survived after all his teammates were wiped out by relying on this move."
"So he's just a clown. Maybe the Uchiha clan deliberately hyped him up. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't seem like some insanely strong guy."
"Yeah. But those three from the Hyuga clan are real trash too. They've been fighting for so long, yet they can't even touch the enemy's clothes. And they go around all day calling themselves the Hidden Leaf Village's number-one dojutsu clan."
Hearing those critical voices, the impatience and anger in Hyuga Hikaru's heart grew even worse. He roared:
"Uchiha Arashi! Do you only know how to scurry around like a rat? If you've got the guts, fight us head-on!"
Hearing this, the smile at the corner of Arashi's mouth finally vanished. He stopped.
Looking at the people below, who had somewhat lost their composure from anger and exhaustion, the arrogance in his eyes almost spilled out of the screen.
"I originally wanted to