Yechen wasted no words. He swiftly pulled three shuriken from his Ninja Tool Pouch and hurled them at Han one after another.
By the time Han realized something was wrong, the first shuriken was already right before his eyes.
Still, he did not panic. He simply raised an arm to block in front of him.
Three metallic clinks rang out, and all three shuriken were knocked away.
At the sight, Yechen's pupils contracted slightly. A faint smile soon lifted the corners of his mouth, and he hurled the kunai in his hand.
Whoosh!
The kunai tore through the air with a piercing shriek.
"Huh..." Han's expression shifted. For a thrown weapon to make such a sound as it cut through the air, the force behind it had to be tremendous.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han mobilized the chakra within his body, instantly raised it to boiling point, and released it.
The next instant, scalding steam forced the red armor on Han's body slightly apart. His arms swept forward like twin blades, crossing in a slashing strike.
Clang!
A powerful shock wave rippled out from the collision between the kunai and his arms.
"Ugh...!"
Han let out a muffled grunt and hurtled backward like a cannonball.
Only after smashing through a large tree did he plant both feet against another trunk, push off hard, and leap onto a different tree trunk.
A bead of bright red blood slowly slid down his arm, ran along his finger, and dripped onto the trunk.
This was the first time a thrown kunai had wounded him since he became a jinchūriki.
It was only a small cut, and his immense chakra was healing it at a rate visible to the naked eye, but it was enough to show just how terrifying that thrown kunai had