He formed hand seals with both hands, slammed his palms together, and roared.
"Fire Release: Young Dragon!"
Flames instantly gathered into the shape of a young dragon and surged toward Xuan Zhe, blanketing the sky.
It looked flashy, but in terms of power, it might not even measure up to a fireball casually tossed out by an Uchiha.
Xuan Zhe shook his head again, not bothering to say more. He honestly wanted to think highly of his opponent, but there was simply nothing to admire. This guy offered absolutely no hope. Just looking at him made Xuan Zhe shake his head.
He was disappointed to the bone. He had no expectations whatsoever of this man. The man clearly had no more powerful moves to offer. This was the full extent of his ability, all he amounted to. Yes, he could basically be ignored outright. Let him do whatever he liked.
The young dragon writhed, and blade light cascaded like a waterfall, making the blood race.
These bastards were far too arrogant. Did they really think nobody could handle them?
Miyagi Ippei's hands flew through hand seals, moving so fast that even their afterimages were barely visible.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Blades slashed down through the air, sweeping straight over the young dragon's body.
Breaking ninjutsu with swordsmanship? What the hell kind of ridiculous stunt was that? Wasn't that a little too absurd?
It left no room for even a shred of hope, so frustrating that it made a person want to curse.
Ten minutes slipped by.
Twenty minutes slipped by too.
Thirty minutes slipped by just the same.
"I'm going to kill you today! Do you hear me?"
Bam!
Xuan Zhe struck out with his palm. While his opponent shouted about killing him, his own hands had never stopped. Whenever he wanted,