Snapping the Kubikiribōchō with Bare Hands

Mud splashed around Biwa Juzo's feet.

He watched his men fall one after another, and could no longer contain his anger.

More than sixty pairs of Three-Tomoe Sharingan flashed through the white mist, making his head spin. Those hulking Uchiha struck with terrifying force; a single punch could grind the bluestone beneath the mud to powder.

His plan had fallen apart.

He had expected a bunch of Hidden Leaf recruits sent to die. Instead, a pack of monsters had charged in.

If a frontal assault would not work, he would take out the man giving the orders.

Biwa Juzo fixed his gaze on Qian Ye at the front of the formation.

Qian Ye still had both hands in his coat pockets. He was not even wearing a Forehead Protector. He stood loosely at the edge of the muddy water, seemingly full of openings.

"You little brat, I'll feed you to my blade first!"

Biwa Juzo roared and poured Water Chakra into the Kubikiribōchō.

The broad blade hummed, and violent currents swirled around its semicircular notch.

He kicked off the stone bridge's railing and leaped more than ten feet into the air, diving straight at Qian Ye's face.

The heavy blade tore through the white mist and came down with a low howl.

The strike carried the full strength of a Jonin.

Even rock hardened with Earth Release would have split in two beneath it.

Qian Ye did not move. He did not even blink. A mocking smile merely tugged at his lips.

"Too loud."

Bullet, standing beside him, took half a step forward.

His massive, eight-foot frame moved between them, blotting out the light from above.

Bullet did not take a fighting stance or use Armament Haki to blacken his skin. He simply raised his bare left arm.

His thick,