"Good!! Very good!!"
Being knocked into the air not only failed to make Third Raikage A recoil in fear, but fully ignited the fierce courage in his bones.
The Third Raikage threw his head back and roared. Rather than retreating, he stamped both feet down and charged upward again!
The instant he closed in, his hands alternated in rapid succession, unleashing a dense barrage of attacks accompanied by thunderous roars, every strike targeting vital points such as the head and heart.
Facing such a dense onslaught, Uchiha Gen stood without retreating, steady as a mountain. His Mangekyō Sharingan slowed Third Raikage A's movements, and he blocked unhurriedly, catching every beat with flawless precision, like a musician waving a conductor's baton.
And the Third Raikage was the dancer moving beneath his baton.
The scene possessed a strange elegance.
Of course, you had to ignore the incessant booming.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
Within mere seconds, the thunder of colliding fists and feet piled up in the air, shaking the Naruson Domain so hard that cracks in its space kept spreading. Tiny fragments of space continually peeled away before swiftly vanishing in the black-and-white turbulence.
As the battle continued,
Third Raikage A grew increasingly alarmed.
He could clearly sense that Uchiha Gen's physical strength, and even his foundation in taijutsu and techniques for exerting force, all surpassed his own.
Wait, what????
You're a teenager. How could you possibly have this much combat experience?
The bizarre sensation made Third Raikage A's scalp prickle.
Experience was absolutely not something that talent alone could explain.
To Third Raikage A, the current Uchiha Gen felt like someone wearing a teenager's face, while beneath that skin was actually an old monster several decades old.
I have to kill him!!
In that moment, this conviction blazed to life in Third