"Damn it."
Gaara slowly struggled out of the wall and touched the Sand Armor on his cheek as it cracked and fell away.
Just one blow.
That was all it had taken to damage his Sand Armor.
What was the deal with this guy?
Gaara jumped down to the ground.
Under his chakra control, a yellow-brown sandstorm spread around him.
Sand Shuriken!!
At Gaara's command, the sandstorm formed shuriken that shot toward Yemu.
Those shuriken looked incredibly fast to everyone else.
But to Yemu, they looked like a slow-motion replay.
Not only did he dodge them easily,
he even closed in on Gaara again.
He moved like a ghost, giving Gaara no time to react.
The blast of air unleashed by his abrupt stop
made Gaara's expression twitch.
This was the most emotionally turbulent day Gaara had experienced since birth.
"Sandstorm..."
Before Gaara could finish speaking, Yemu's palm was already pressed against his face.
Smack!
That swift blow practically shattered the art style.
Gaara felt the world spin.
Then his head sank straight into the Arena floor.
Boom!!
The blow sent a tremor through the Arena floor.
Dust filled the Arena, leaving the spectators in the stands visibly shaken.
"Is... is Gaara okay?"
Kankuro paused for a moment before slowly voicing the question.
He had thought Gaara would have the upper hand.
But reality had turned out like this.
Forget having the upper hand-Gaara could not even fight back. He was being pummeled like a punching bag.
Temari was no longer worried about Yemu at all. She only worried whether Gaara would break.
Not far away,
Omoi looked utterly exasperated. "What are we supposed to learn from this? It's all stats, not a shred of skill."
If he had Yemu's terrifying taijutsu,
wouldn't he be able to crush anyone in