Four Iwagakure shinobi remained in the field. Saitama tightened his grip on his sword, the tomoe in his Sharingan spinning rapidly. The ninja with the Kekkei Genkai was rather troublesome; the others were nothing to fear.
Electric current wound around Saitama's arm. He narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly raised his blade.
Whoosh! His figure abruptly vanished, charging straight at one of the lean Iwagakure shinobi.
Crackle! The man had no time to react. Though the Iwagakure shinobi had swiftly tightened their formation the instant Saitama vanished, it made no difference. Seizing the opening, Saitama's blade swept across the ninja's throat, and blood burst forth!
Ghk! Ghk! Blood flooded his windpipe. The Iwagakure shinobi clutched his throat in agony, trying to delay death, but he could only collapse to the ground in vain.
"Dammit!" The ninja beside Kari roared and flung a kunai at Saitama's face.
Saitama shifted his feet and turned aside to evade the attack, lightning flickering across his blade. His Sharingan remained coldly fixed on his opponent. He did not relax just because he had killed one man.
Electricity surged through his body as Saitama lunged forward, shooting out like a bolt of lightning.
Smack! His blade struck another Iwagakure shinobi's arm, only to be blocked by a hardened rock-like defense. Saitama was not surprised. He instantly increased his chakra output, and the lightning on his blade flared violently, forcibly cutting into flesh.
Sizzle! Blood dripped down the blade.
"Die!" Kari roared, driving a punch at him. His hedgehog-like hair stood straight up, strand by strand, amid his violent chakra.
Saitama swiftly retreated, nimbly dodging the kunai and shuriken thrown by the other shinobi at the same time. Kari's fist struck empty air, and a shockwave erupted from it, violently shaking the air within a two-meter radius