At the fifth stage, you could live right inside space itself. No one could find you, and you could mess with people however you liked.
But that was getting off track.
Right now, the abilities of the first stage of Flying Thunder God were on display.
"Die!"
At that instant, a blade suddenly appeared behind Hinata, stabbing straight toward her heart.
It nearly pierced her heart.
Seriously, this was no playful attack. It could kill someone in an instant.
Hinata's defenses were indeed solid. In the blink of an eye, she countered with a backhand move and neutralized the attack. Seeing that, her opponent immediately retreated.
Once, twice, who knew how many times-the figure kept flashing into view, appearing at the location of a hidden weapon every time.
Fine, then she would clear away all those hidden weapons first.
She was meticulous, a combat-oriented shinobi capable of handling things on her own. With strength that had let her take on even Jiraiya head-on back then, how could she be some ordinary fighter?
Clang, clang, clang!
Hinata knocked away every marked hidden weapon.
She stared at Xuan Zhe before her, a cold sneer in her eyes. Go on, keep hopping around. Keep acting cocky. Aren't you so capable? Show me everything you've got. Let me get a good look at just how amazing you are.
"A woman like you probably won't find a husband in this lifetime. A lost cause. Seriously, a lost cause."
"So what if I'm a lost cause? Got a problem?"
"Fine, you've got guts. Since you put it that way, I'll shut up."
"I'm a lost cause. Got something to say about it?"
"Then I'll help finish you off completely."
The moment he finished speaking, his attack came crashing in. This time, he was not playing around.