Neji Hyuga roared in fury and charged at Sasuke again like a gale, his palms blurring into a dazzling flurry of afterimages. The fierce gusts from his strikes enveloped every vital point on Sasuke's body!
Every strike carried the force of Gentle Fist, capable of sealing chakra and destroying chakra pathways. He was determined to crush this bastard who had "awakened his eyes for love"!
Yet the instant his Sharingan activated, the world had become entirely different in Sasuke Uchiha's eyes.
Neji's blindingly fast, unpredictable palm strikes now seemed to slow down. The beginning of each strike, the point where he applied force, and every subsequent variation were reflected clearly in those scarlet eyes, swiftly analyzed and anticipated.
His body still hurt, but the sluggish disconnect between his mind and body had eased considerably, thanks to the enhanced motion perception and reflexes granted by the Sharingan!
Just as I thought. This feels much better, Sasuke thought with cold satisfaction.
Without the Sharingan's assistance, his past combat experience had been like treasure locked inside a vault, impossible to put to full use. Now, at last, the key had slipped into the lock.
Facing Neji's storm of Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, Sasuke no longer dodged clumsily or took the blows head-on as he had before.
He slipped, twisted, and blocked amid the countless palm afterimages, moving in ways that looked perilous but were, in fact, precise to the smallest fraction!
The Sharingan not only saw through the attacks but also furiously collected data on Neji's taijutsu, breathing rhythm, and habitual chakra bursts!
Sasuke combined his comparatively weaker taijutsu with the Sharingan's predictive ability, pushing both to their limits.
He stopped trying to match strength with strength. Instead, he dodged and redirected force with the smallest possible movements, searching all the while for