Ancient Ninja Body Techniques

So this is the rope tree's opponent.

Orochimaru stood on the outer wall of the arena, gazing at the ring.

As a teacher, it's natural to come and see for yourself how your students are performing.

Rope Tree's performance pleased him greatly—but the surprise Yang Xiang brought was far more shocking.

The two are actually the same age. It's truly heartbreaking.

What surprised him even more was that Rope Tree actually targeted Yang Xiang as his opponent.

Is this kid so sharp?

"Orochimaru-sensei! What a pity, I lost."

While Nawaki was observing the stars, he happened to see Orochimaru and came over to say hello, "Are you going to training after this?"

"Forget about training. The most important thing is to balance work and rest and enjoy life, Nawaki."

Nawaki tilted his head—was this still his teacher? Didn't he always talk about the Will of Fire?

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"Shameless!" The Kazekage, his face flushed red, pointed at the arena below. "Is this a genin?"

Hiruzen Sarutobi spread his hands innocently: "The real deal, a fresh-out-of-school genin. Don't make a fuss—we have such fertile land, the genin in our village are all very strong."

Fengying rolled her eyes.

I don't believe you, you old rascal.

He gestured to the people behind him to quickly find Luo Sha and bring him back.

Hiruzen Sarutobi wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. He patted the Kazekage on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged. The young men from each village are like the rising sun; they've only weathered a few storms. It's nothing to worry about, hahaha!"

Onoki watched the two bicker with a calm expression.

The genius boy of the Senju family?

So this is Konoha's trump card.

However, it's nothing serious.

The Hidden Stone Village (Iwagakure) employs a strategy of rapidly building up its military, and it fears nothing more than geniuses.

Unless another Uchiha Madara appears—we can overwhelm him on the battlefield.

Could he really kill us all?

joke!

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The rules state that winning three consecutive matches in the arena will advance you to the next round. You can retake the match, and the top 100 will be selected.

Therefore, seeing Yang Xiang's imposing presence, no one below the stage dared to accept the challenge.

Yang Xiang seemed to hear a familiar voice:

"When will Tianjin become number one?"

Just today!

A cold and aloof man stepped out from the quiet crowd.

He wore a black robe, had black hair, and his family crest on his back burned like flames.

He opened his eyes as he faced Yang Xiang in his white robe on the stage.

The magatama twisted, and everyone who looked directly into his eyes was momentarily stunned.

"The Sharingan belongs to the Uchiha clan!"

"A battle between the Senju and Uchiha clans is sure to be a spectacular show!"

"I bet three seconds!"

As Uchiha approached, the two men, one on the stage and one off, locked eyes.

"I've seen you before," Yang Xiang said.

The man nodded politely: "Yang Xiang of the Senju clan. I, Fugaku Uchiha, will be your opponent."

He had been looking forward to this competition for a long time.

He not only carries the expectations of his people, but also burns with the fire in his heart.

This man, whom Misaka calls "the strongest,"—let me meet him.

I want to show him the terror of a 14-year-old Uchiha with three tomoe.

Only I can become Misaka's "strength".

Out of respect for his opponent, he made thorough preparations, even going to great lengths to find Yang Xiang's "five-year rival," Uchiha Hikari, to ask for advice on the secrets to victory.

He recalled the extraordinary skill he had learned under the firelight at sunset that day—the result of a man's five years of studying his opponent and diligently researching.

He went on stage and struck a pose.

With both hands slightly raised, one hand pointing upwards and the other downwards, they sway and tremble slightly with the body.

"Be careful, Yang Xiang. This is the pinnacle of ancient ninja taijutsu," he said in a deep voice.

"This way of exerting force looks like it's nothing at all. But once it touches you, you—bang!—you're charging in."

Yang Xiang watched as Fugaku began to convulse as he stepped onto the stage, and he became interested in seeing what this "Ancient Ninja Taijutsu" was all about.

Fugaku locked onto his target and slowly advanced.

At this moment, he was not fighting alone.

The figures of his people became one with him, and the teachings of the firelight still echoed in his ears:

Arms like iron, wrists like cotton.

The two arms resembled whips—

vomit!

Fugaku made his move, swooping down on Yang Xiang like a giant eagle.

A barrage of slaps rained down on Yang Xiang.

Slap him in the face! You absolutely must slap him in the face!

The soul of the firelight seemed to roar above his head.

Yang Xiang stared at Fugaku, who was twitching like a chick, his face full of questions.

What the heck is this? This gymnastics routine... looks familiar?

"Choza, what kind of ninjutsu is this?" Shikaku asked.

Ding shook his head: "I've never seen it before. But I heard the Uchiha on stage say it's an ancient ninja taijutsu."

Lu Jiu nodded thoughtfully.

Something doesn't feel right, but the Uchiha clan has a long and distinguished history, so it can't be wrong, right?

"Let's take another look."

Snapped!

The entire audience was in an uproar.

A resounding slap landed on Fugaku's face, making him stagger.

Yang Xiang didn't even use his chakra; he felt a pang of pity for this kind of patient.

He must have been delirious. After all, he was the captain's clansman, so go easy on him.

Is that right?

Fugaku lowered his head, lost in thought.

This plot isn't right!

Why did that slap land on my face?

He suddenly looked up, his eyes swirling with three-pointed stars, ready to rise again.

Firelight's words echoed in his mind: "Brother Fugaku, this secret technique is extremely powerful. It's just that I only have a single tomoe, so I always lose to Yang Xiang. But you are different..."

His Sharingan swirled, locking onto Yang Xiang.

With the power of my three tomoe, combined with—

Snapped!

Another slap.

Yang Xiang was startled when he saw Fu Yue look up, and instinctively took action.

What are you looking at!

You guys with tumors in your eyes, don't glare at people like that, you know? It's kind of scary.

pain!

It hurts so much!

Although he didn't use chakra, Yang Xiang's current physical abilities are far beyond those of ordinary people.

Fugaku felt as if he had been hit hard twice with a hammer.

That's not right!

This ancient ninja taijutsu is incredibly powerful during practice, so why can't it be used in actual combat?

What went wrong?

Still haven't grasped the knack?

The trick! The trick!

Fugaku's brain was working frantically, and fragmented memories surfaced—

That was before I came to take the assessment.

He sat in the car, his face resolute.

The firelight chased after the car in a disheveled manner, shouting something under its breath.

He searched his memory and finally heard it clearly:

"Brother Fugaku, remember this—be resolute! Be resolute! Protect your head!"

Stubbornness! That's the key!

In a moment of inspiration, Fugaku channeled all his chakra to his head, and the three tomoe began to rotate under the stimulation.

...What is this guy up to now?

Yang Xiang was getting impatient; it was never going to end.

Never mind, let him sleep first.

Fugaku's world was plunged into darkness.

hiss!

That's the Uchiha clan!

Although young, he is still a Uchiha with three tomoe!

It's not some random cat or dog.

After going up there, he shattered the Chunin's dream with three slaps?

The many ninjas below the stage gasped in shock.

"So strong!"

Uzumaki Flame looked on in amazement, which surprised his companions.

"Isn't it normal for Brother Yang Xiang to be strong?"

"No, I'm talking about that Uchiha. He actually withstood three hits. He's really strong. Even Kouichi was defeated in one hit."

Guangyi, standing to the side, nodded in approval.

Heroes of the world are indeed as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Yuto patted his forehead. These two guys are done for.