The Sharingan Shows Its Might, and the Anbu Arrive!

"Earth Release: Earth Flow River!"

The Chunin shouted.

The ground before him turned into a flowing mire, trapping Mu Feng's four clones where they stood.

As the ground continued to heave, all four clones lost their balance and fell into the mire.

Almost instantly, the flowing earth reduced the four clones to smoke.

Pop, pop, pop, pop!

The clones vanished, and a gleam of smug satisfaction flashed in the Chunin's eyes!

"Heh, you certainly talked a good game!"

"But is that all you've got?"

He turned his gaze toward Mu Feng across from him.

But the next instant, his gaze abruptly sharpened.

Across from him, Mu Feng's hands were moving nonstop, seemingly forming hand seals. And those seals looked all too familiar.

"That's..."

"No!"

His pupils contracted. Sensing something wrong, the Chunin immediately leaped into the air.

At that very moment, Mu Feng slammed both hands onto the ground.

"Earth Release: Earth Flow River!"

With his sharp cry, the ground beneath the Chunin's feet surged as well, turning into a mire.

The sight gave the Chunin a fright.

There was nothing unusual about an ordinary ninja using this technique!

But who was his opponent?

He was just a seven-year-old student at the Konoha Academy, not even a Genin yet. For a boy like him to use this technique was downright terrifying!

Off to the side, Asuma Sarutobi and Kurenai Yuhi widened their eyes when they saw Mu Feng use Earth Release as well.

Asuma stared at Mu Feng in disbelief, utterly stunned.

"This guy... damn it, was he just pretending all this time at school?"

Asuma spoke indignantly.

If Mu Feng had used that move earlier, Asuma would have had no chance against him.

"Mu Feng, you're so cool! You actually know such an amazing technique!" Kurenai Yuhi gazed at him with open admiration.

Until now, there had been only one universally acknowledged genius in their class: Kakashi.

But because of what had happened to his father, White Fang, Kakashi always kept everyone at a distance. Besides, he had graduated early after spending only a year in their class.

Almost none of the girls at the Ninja Academy had ever had much contact with Kakashi!

Although Mu Feng belonged to the Uchiha Clan, he had a pleasant personality. Before this, however, his strength and talent had been rather ordinary. Handsome as he was, without strength, he was still looked down on somewhat in the world of Naruto.

But now he had good looks, a pleasant personality, and impressive skills. A boy like that was someone almost every girl in the class would admire.

With Mu Feng having stepped in earlier to stop Asuma from bothering her, Kurenai Yuhi's affection for him soared.

Meanwhile, Mu Feng paid no attention to what Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi were thinking.

After activating his Sharingan, he had quickly observed the Chunin's technique, seen through it, and copied it.

His only regret was that his opponent had noticed what he was doing in advance.

Having only just awakened his eyes, Mu Feng's mastery of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan had not yet reached the level Kakashi had displayed when copying Zabuza. He could not hypnotize the Chunin facing him.

Even so, for a child of seven or eight, this was already impressive enough.

Watching the Chunin rise into the air, Mu Feng casually threw several more shuriken. Using his Sharingan to track the man's movements, he blocked his path in advance.

In midair, the Chunin frowned at the shuriken hurtling toward him from tricky angles.

For a moment, he actually felt as though he were fighting a ninja of his own rank.

Then he looked at Mu Feng, and his gaze froze.

"Those are..."

The shock on his face was beyond words.

The Chunin had noticed Mu Feng's scarlet eyes.

"The Sharingan!"

"The Uchiha Clan's kekkei genkai!"

At the sight of the Sharingan, the Chunin shuddered. He involuntarily recalled his defeat at the hands of an Uchiha, who had thoroughly humiliated him afterward.

That was when he had begun to hate the members of the Uchiha Clan.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-

The sound of shuriken slicing through the air interrupted his thoughts.

As he stared at them, his gaze gradually grew crazed.

"Damn it, you've got to be kidding!"

"As if a seven- or eight-year-old brat could be a match for me!"

With that, the Chunin reached behind him, drew two shuriken, and threw them.

At the same time, he formed hand seals.

The two sets of shuriken flew toward each other.

Then the Chunin let out a sharp cry.

"Ninja Art: Multiple Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!"

The shuriken he had thrown immediately multiplied, going from two to four, then to eight, outnumbering Mu Feng's.

Clang, clang, clang-

Mu Feng's shuriken were struck down and fell to the ground, while several of the Chunin's cloned shuriken continued hurtling toward him.

But instead of growing nervous at the sight, Mu Feng became even more delighted.

He drew two shuriken as well. The instant he threw them, his fingers flew through a rapid series of hand seals.

"Ninja Art: Multiple Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!"

The same seals, the same technique-but this time, the two shuriken Mu Feng threw multiplied directly into sixteen.

His blood-red Sharingan remained fixed on the Chunin. The shuriken still came from tricky angles, and this time there were even more of them.

Seeing Mu Feng's scarlet Sharingan and the faint smile on his lips, the Chunin suddenly seemed to realize something.

"Impossible!"

"Even the Sharingan couldn't copy my technique that quickly!"

"And how could he create sixteen shuriken?!"

"That's impossible..."

The Chunin cried out in shock.

But by then, after intercepting his incoming shuriken, the remaining ones among Mu Feng's sixteen had already reached him.

With no other choice, the Chunin drew a kunai and began parrying.

But guided by the Sharingan, Mu Feng's shuriken were hardly that easy to block!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-

Three shuriken streaked through the air, grazing the Chunin's cheek, right arm, and lower abdomen, leaving three bloody cuts.

Worse still, another shuriken struck his left arm directly, burying itself deep in his flesh.

The Chunin winced in pain.

By then, his body was descending from the air.

Squelch!

He pulled the shuriken out of his left arm and clutched the wound, staring fiercely at Mu Feng with murder in his eyes.

"You little Uchiha bastard, I'll kill you!"

He roared like a wounded lion ready to devour someone.

The next instant, he was about to charge straight at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng had nearly exhausted his chakra, but he was not worried in the slightest.

Compared with ninjutsu, he was currently much better at taijutsu.

Circulating the chakra within his body, Mu Feng was ready to activate the Eight Gates Released Formation at any moment and utterly crush this arrogant, hostile Chunin.

The tension between them continued to rise.

But just then-

Whoosh!

A figure suddenly landed between the two.

"Stop!"

A cold shout rang out as a masked Anbu man appeared.

The Anbu ninja looked at the Chunin first, instantly directing a powerful wave of killing intent at him.

Thump.

Seemingly frightened by that killing intent, the Chunin froze on the spot.

Only then did the Anbu ninja turn to look at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng frowned.

"Anbu?"

But the next moment, Mu Feng got a clear look at the man's eyes.

Those scarlet eyes were unmistakably the Sharingan.