"Ha... haha... hahahaha!"
The first person to break the silence was Kushimaru Kuriarare, who was holding a long knife, Nuibari. He let out a series of sharp and dry laughter, as if his nails were scraping against iron. His slender body was trembling slightly because of his wild laughter. His slender eyes were full of banter and cruelty, as if he were looking at a lunatic.
"What did I hear? Juzo, did you hear that? This brat with no hair on his head said he wanted seven of us and our knives?"
"I don't know whether to live or die." Jinin Akebino, who was carrying a dull knife Kabutowari, had a dull voice. He didn't even bother to look at Senju Chen, and just impatiently adjusted the position of the giant blade on his shoulder.
The greedy smile on Suikazan Fuguki's fat face solidified, replaced by an offended gloom. In his opinion, this kid's arrogance was more damning than the look in his eyes that made him uncomfortable before.
Only the leader, Juzo Biwa, did not smile or show any contempt.
His eyes, hidden under the bandage, were locked on Senju Chen. From the moment the other party took off his disguise, he felt very uncomfortable. This was an instinctive reaction of his body after being in the battlefield for a long time.
That is not the Chakra strength that a young man should have, let alone the look in his eyes.
It is a kind of absolute self-confidence and control that puts life and death aside and regards everything as something in the bag.
"Shut up, Kushimaru." Juzo Biwa's voice was hoarse, and he slowly placed the huge Kubikiribōchō in front of him, "There's something wrong with this guy."
"What's wrong? Isn't he just a kid?" Kushimaru Kuriarare licked his lips, and the Nuibari in his hand reflected a cold silver light in the moonlight. "Let me string him together and see if his bones are as hard as his mouth."
"I'll come."
Juzo Biwa did not explain anymore. He showed his attitude with actions.
The moment the words fell, his figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
There are no fancy Hand Seals, no superfluous movements, only the purest and most direct killing skills! His strong body burst out at an astonishing speed that was inconsistent with his size, and the rocky ground under his feet cracked inch by inch under his pedaling.
The huge Kubikiribōchō drew a heavy and sad arc in the air, and with the momentum of cutting off mountains, it swept towards Senju Chen's neck!
He used all his strength with this knife. He wanted to use the most straightforward way to verify his intuition, and also to kill the unknown that made his heart palpitate.
Facing this terrifying slash that could cut an ordinary Jonin in two, Senju Chen still had that faint smile on his face.
He didn't retreat, not even the slightest intention to dodge.
The moment the huge blade was about to touch his skin.
Clang--!!!
An extremely clear sound of gold and iron mingled, tearing apart the silence of the night!
Sparks exploded in the darkness like brilliant fireworks.
Juzo Biwa's unstoppable slash was met by the opponent using a long sword that was all white and had golden thunder patterns flowing on its body.
He easily opened his attack trajectory and let his Kubikiribōchō slide in another direction unconsciously.
Senju Chen just held the sword with one hand, and could easily dispose of Kubikiribōchō's immense strength.
"What?!"
At this moment, not only Juzo Biwa, but also the other six people behind who had been watching a show, their expressions instantly froze.
Kushimaru Kuriarare's laughter stopped suddenly, and Suikazan Fuguki's pupils shrank suddenly.
They know the power of Juzo Biwa better than anyone else, and they know the weight of Kubikiribōchō better than anyone else. That is definitely not a force that a teenager in his teens can take head-on with one hand!
"The strength is good." Senju Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with the strength of the opponent, he turned the sword in his hand.
An unstoppable force surged back violently along the sword!
Juzo Biwa felt an irresistible force coming from the hilt of the knife, and the tiger's mouth was in sharp pain. The whole person was so shocked that he stumbled back several steps before barely regaining his balance. He lowered his head and glanced at his slightly numb palm, and then looked at the still calm young man in front of him. The shock in his heart had reached its peak.
The power returned by the other party was actually not inferior to his own.
"Is this the only level?" Senju Chen's voice was filled with disappointment. He slowly raised Thunder God Sword and pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground, "It seems that Might Duy couldn't kill you all. It's not that he's not strong enough, but that you... are too good at running away."
Might Duy?
This unfamiliar name made Juzo Biwa frown.
But Juzo Biwa said no more.
Words have lost their meaning. Only the blade is the most real communication between ninjas.
He took a deep breath, and the muscles in his arms flexed. The huge Kubikiribōchō seemed weightless in his hands.
"Slashing Dance!"
Without any hesitation, Juzo Biwa moved again.
This time, it was no longer a simple sweeping sweep, but a fierce storm of sword light!
The huge blade turned into deadly afterimages in his hands, blocking all the space around Senju Chen that could be avoided. The wind of the blade roared, as shrill as a ghost's cry, rolling up the gravel on the ground, forming a field of death. Each knife was precise and ruthless, pointing directly at the vital points of the human body.
This is a sword skill that he has honed in countless life-and-death fights and exists purely for killing!
However, in this violent storm of sword light, the black figure was like a small boat sailing through the stormy waves. It seemed to be shaky, but it could always avoid the fatal edge at the most dangerous moment at an incredible angle.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of gold and iron clashing together was as dense as a heavy rain, forming one continuous sound.
The Thunder God Sword in Senju Chen's hands seemed to have turned into willow branches that moved with the wind.
His swordsmanship is not as domineering as Juzo Biwa's, but it is as elegant and agile as an antelope hanging its horns.
Every collision of sword blades happens exactly at the point where Kubikiribōchō's strength is weakest. He is not using strength to fight strength, but using skills to disintegrate.
Thunder God Sword's sword body is like a living spiritual snake. Sometimes it sticks to the opponent's blade, and with a slight touch, the violent slashing is deflected from the trajectory; sometimes it is like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, through the gap of the sword light, stabbing Juzo Biwa's wrist and joints at an extremely tricky angle.
"This guy... how is it possible?!"
For the first time, the eyes of the people watching the battle from behind showed expressions of disbelief.
They are not laymen who cannot understand swordsmanship. On the contrary, as Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, they are well aware of the fighting methods of various weapons.
Juzo Biwa's swordsmanship follows the path of using force to defeat skill. But the kid Konoha in front of him takes the completely opposite path, using skill to defeat force.
This is not surprising.
What's strange is that the kid in front of me can actually compete with Juzo Biwa!
Look at this kid using a sword, every time he releases his force and every counterattack, it's so wonderful, there's not a single superfluous movement. It's like... an art.