"You're asking for it!"
Sasuke's words had struck Neji's deepest sore spot, and he completely lost control.
The handsome face that was usually as still as a placid well was now contorted, veins bulging as he looked like a cornered beast driven into a frenzy.
"I'll show you just how powerless your pathetic struggles are in the face of absolute fate!"
Neji roared, and the tiles beneath his feet shattered with a thunderous crash.
He blurred, instantly turning into a white streak as he charged straight at Sasuke!
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!"
Neji's voice was cold, devoid of emotion.
His hands moved like lightning, leaving streaks in the air as they unleashed a torrential assault on every chakra point across Sasuke's body!
Two Palms!
Four Palms!
Eight Palms!
Sixteen Palms!
Fast!
Unbelievably fast!
The Konoha Ninja in the stands erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Good! That's Neji for you!"
"One hit from that move, and that Uchiha brat's chakra pathways will be completely ruined!"
And yet.
At the heart of the storm, Sasuke Uchiha's face showed not the slightest hint of panic.
His scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly.
With the Sharingan's incredible visual acuity, Neji's dazzlingly fast attacks seemed to move in slow motion.
Sasuke could see every fingertip's trajectory and every chakra point Neji aimed for with perfect clarity.
"Too slow."
Sasuke curled his lip, even taking the time to yawn.
He moved in an eerie pattern, twisting and dodging at impossible angles.
Each time, Neji's fingertips skimmed past his clothes, yet he couldn't even touch a single hair on Sasuke's head!
"What?!"
The more Neji attacked, the more alarmed he became.
His Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms had... missed every time?!
How was that possible?!
It was as if his opponent had foreseen the path of