The giants' battle had drawn most of the attention. But as the fighting across the battlefield intensified, and since many ninja were no longer seeing a godlike battle of this kind for the first time, their focus returned to the enemies before them.
As Hashirama and Reto's clash gradually stabilized, the slaughter among the ordinary ninja on both sides also fell into a stalemate.
At last, Neji's outstanding performance caught the attention of both armies.
With a casual strike, even Jonin-level puppets instantly shattered. Chunin fared even worse; any Chunin or puppet that dared come within fifty meters of Neji was torn to pieces.
"That kid... is he from the Hyuga Clan?!"
On Konoha's side, a Uchiha Clan elder nearly dropped the kunai in his hand.
His scarlet Sharingan reflected the figure in the distance, wrapped in pale-blue chakra—the veins bulging around Neji's forehead writhed like living things.
"Who the hell is he?!"
The Hyuga Clan head split an attacking Sand Shinobi apart with one palm. Veins bulged around his Byakugan as well. "The Main House has no one like him, and the Branch House couldn't possibly possess such strength—could he be from the moon..."
Before he could finish, Neji's figure suddenly blurred for an instant in the middle of the battlefield.
The thunderous boom of compressed air arrived half a second later. Before the sand blast at his original position had even settled, the puppets of three Sand Village Jonin thirty meters away had already become fragments filling the sky.
"Wandering Dragon: Mountain Breaker!"
The instant Neji pressed down with his right palm, the ground within several meters seemed to have been struck by an invisible giant hammer.
The Earth-Style Rampart hastily formed by the Sand Village Jonin had only risen half a meter before it, along with its