pertwk Chapter 168 Asuma: I won
Chapter 168 Asuma: I won
How did you find out?
Asuma wiped the blood from his face and glared fiercely at the nonchalant Mi Shou.
According to Asuma's script, Mikami should have resisted the attack of his clone, and then been instantly defeated by the main body that emerged from the ground.
What a beautiful script.
When Asuma was provoked, he had already rehearsed the situation in his mind many times, so he shouldn't make a mistake.
Mi Shou calmly said, "How could I fall for such a naive tactic?"
You can't exactly say you discovered it using your Sharingan.
Mi Shou was too lazy to make up an excuse, so he simply continued to act pretentious.
"Hmph, since tactics won't work, I'll defeat you head-on!"
The tactics just now had exhausted Asuma's last bit of rationality. At this moment, Asuma abandoned all pretense, his expression began to become somewhat ferocious, and he prepared to rely on his strength to overpower Mikami.
Asuma gathered chakra in his hands, which adhered to the blade, forming a sharp stream of energy, like an extended version of the blade.
"By using wind-attribute chakra, you can increase the range and penetration of your attacks. However, if you accidentally come into contact with the chakra flow, you can be seriously injured."
Kazuma's calm comments reached everyone's ears, as if he was deliberately giving Misato pointers out of fear that Misato would suffer a loss.
Kyosuke snorted at Kazuma: "If you want to remind that guy, just speak up! Is this how you act, all coy and hesitant? Asuma is very strong, he definitely won't lose to you guys!"
As he spoke, Kyosuke loudly encouraged Asuma: "Go Asuma! The opponent is not as strong as you, so they are trying their best to distract you. As long as you calm down, you will definitely win!"
Kyosuke is trying to teach me how to do things again!
This kind of condescending preaching is truly disgusting!
Kyosuke's "poisonous prediction" not only failed to calm Asuma down, but also made him even more agitated, and he actually rushed over recklessly.
The blade, enveloped in Wind Release chakra, produced a faint whooshing sound as it sliced through the air. Such a powerful attack was something that Mi Shou, being only made of flesh and blood, dared not underestimate.
He immediately retreated to avoid the attack, while throwing a row of shuriken in an attempt to suppress Asuma's offensive.
Unexpectedly, Asuma's physical training over the past two years has been quite good. His fists moved like flying birds, nimbly and flexibly cutting off the incoming shuriken and opening up a path forward, his charging body not slowing down at all.
It's a real headache to not reveal your true strength while still winning convincingly.
Because of Asuma's rapid attacks, Misato, despite constantly dodging, couldn't create any distance and had no time to unleash his ninjutsu.
"It seems that Asuma has completely suppressed his opponent. His opponent may be good at Earth Release and Taijutsu, but he doesn't have time to use Ninjutsu now, and his Taijutsu is countered by Wind Release Chakra. If there are no surprises, Asuma will win."
Shisui used his Sharingan to observe the battle and provided information to Kyosuke.
That was indeed the case. Unable to use ninjutsu, Mikami tried to exchange a couple of blows with Asuma using taijutsu, but his kunai was sliced open like tofu the moment it touched Asuma's blade.
If it weren't for Mikami's quick reaction, his entire arm holding the kunai would have been severed.
Mi Shou is not Kai; without a weapon, he dares not rely on physical skills to overpower his opponent.
Ten seconds is a long time for a ninja battle. Mikami kept dodging and didn't make contact with Asuma, which made Kazuma frown.
Is this all there is to Abe Moriichi?
This level of strength is hardly worthy of his earlier arrogance.
If that's the case, Mi Shou's value is greatly diminished; he can only be used as a consumable and is not worth the effort to win over.
Kyosuke had been secretly watching Kazuma, and seeing the slight dissatisfaction on the other's face, he roughly understood what the other was thinking, so he decided to give Mimori a reminder.
Of course, on the surface, it was still to encourage and cheer on Asma.
Kyosuke crossed his arms, looking pleased, and called out to Asuma, "Asuma, good luck! Everyone's rooting for you. Win this battle quickly, and I'll treat you to a meal as a reward."
Upon hearing this, Asuma and Mikami cursed Kyosuke in their hearts.
Asma was right. What a stingy fellow! I won, and not only did he not invite me to dinner, he wanted me to treat him to dinner. How could the old man value someone like this? He must be blind.
Mimori understood the warning in Kyosuke's words and knew that they couldn't delay any longer, but he cursed Kyosuke in his heart.
This guy is leisurely watching the show while he's picking on me. You just wait!
Kyosuke's words added an extra layer of anger to both of them.
Having pent-up anger, Mikami stopped dodging and turned around, grabbing his kunai and charging at Asuma. Asuma had been waiting for this moment and was naturally not intimidated; his sharp blade launched a fierce attack.
Just as the kunai was about to touch the blade, Mikami flicked his right wrist, and the kunai shot directly towards Asuma's face.
"Hmph! Such petty tricks can't fool me at all!"
Asuma smiled confidently, tilting his head as if he had been prepared.
Over the years, Asuma has also fought some battles and has considerable combat experience. He naturally knows the strengths and weaknesses of his tactics, so he always engages in close combat to prevent Mikami from creating distance.
When Mikami counterattacked, Asuma anticipated that Mikami had a hidden move, so he held back some of his strength when attacking, always on guard against Mikami's surprise attack. Now, he was naturally very relaxed in dealing with the incoming kunai.
The kunai grazed Asuma's right sideburn and embedded itself in a tree behind him.
At the same time, Asuma's twin blades, like two dragons entering the sea, pierced towards Mikami's chest from the left and right.
The chakra energy on the blade had already torn through the clothes on Mikami's chest.
"It seems the outcome is already decided."
Seeing this scene, many people were already convinced that Mi Shou would lose, as if the spoilers of Mi Shou's serious injury had already been revealed, and they immediately lost interest in watching any further.
Only a handful of people remained, their expressions even more serious, holding their breath as they continued to watch the battlefield.
"team leader ."
Shisui asked in a questioning tone, while his leg muscles tensed, ready to move at any moment.
Kyosuke frowned and said in a deep voice, "Calm down, it's not time yet."
Jiro looked at the battle on the field, then at Kyosuke and Shisui who were not moving, shook his head helplessly, and silently recited Buddhist mantras.
At this moment, Mi Shou seemed to be forced into a desperate situation. His body, which had just been charging forward, had no time to retreat. He could only step back with his right foot, exert his waist muscles, and try his best to twist his body to avoid the attack.
At the same time, Mikami threw the kunai in his left hand again, aiming it at Asuma's head.
Perhaps because his body was twisting rapidly and he couldn't maintain his balance, the kunai he fired this time was very inaccurate. It flew out from the left side of Asuma's head and was about ten centimeters away from Asuma's face. Asuma didn't even bother to dodge it.
Tear!
The blade sliced two large holes in Mimori's clothes, revealing the skin underneath.
"I won!"
Although the attack did not harm Mikami, Asuma revealed a victorious smile.
The reason is simple: at this moment, Mi Shou's body is spinning and he can no longer exert force, so he absolutely cannot avoid the next attack.
With a gentle twist of her wrist, Asuma's blade danced lightly like a butterfly, turning to catch up with Mikami's chest once more, moving with him as if glued to his skin.
However, Mikami ignored the deadly blade, staring directly into Asuma's eyes, who was inches away, and coldly uttered a single sentence.
"You lost."