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Looking at the town already not far ahead, and then hearing the approaching sound of rushing wind from behind him, he finally gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with determination and ferocity. He actually stopped dead in his tracks, enduring the excruciating pain from his abdomen and intestines.
With both hands, he desperately and swiftly wove a more complex hand sign. He channeled the chakra within his body. A fierce expression flashed across his face. "I haven't mastered this ninjutsu yet, and forcibly using it has a sixty percent chance of failure, but I can't care about that now. *Wind Release: Vacuum Great Sphere*!!" His facial cheeks puffed out like toad croaks. He could even see the whites of his eyes were covered in crimson blood vessels. His entire body was surging with chakra.
As he opened his mouth, dozens of wind pressure waves, each the size of a human head, surged forward like a tide. However, the direction of these waves was not toward Hinata, but toward the bustling town not far ahead. Dozens of wind pressure waves swept through, effortlessly shattering the branches of trees. He intended to attract the attention of the ninjas in the town by attacking it. Although he might be captured by the ninjas of the Land of Water. But it was better than dying, wasn't it?! If he was captured, there was still a slight chance of escape, but this rogue ninja from the Land of Grass, named Fazhuo, was determined and ruthless. Either way, if he didn't try, he would die; even if he failed, he would still be killed. But if he tried, there was still a sliver of a chance for survival.
In such a desperate situation... anyone would become ruthless. Just as dozens of wind pressure spheres surged forward, a tearing sound ripped through the air, and his eardrums almost burst. The blood vessels in the whites of his eyes became even denser, and a mouthful of counter-flowing blood spurted from his mouth. He vaguely heard his own bones seemingly shattering. Not breaking. Not fracturing. But shattering. A giant, irresistible force erupted instantly, sending him flying like a broken kite. He slammed violently into several trees before finally hitting a massive boulder, which stopped his tumbling. His entire body was covered in various scrapes and bruises. Blood even welled up in many places. He felt that no part of his body was free of pain, and his internal organs felt displaced. He could barely stand, and even breathing was incredibly difficult.
He could only manage to force out a fragmented sentence: "Good... so terrifying... terrifying power..." This time, he had a deeper understanding of Hinata's strength. One kick from her had sent him directly into a semi-paralyzed state. His lower body had almost no sensation whatsoever. Looking at those Byakugan with prominent veins around the eyes, then looking at Hinata's excessively delicate young face, he, a Grass Ninja Chunin who was thirty-five years old this year... felt that his thirty-odd years of life had truly been lived in vain. A Konoha ninja, who looked... probably not even fifteen. Yet, in close combat, he couldn't even block a single move from her. "You... what exactly... are you a Konoha Jonin?! Cough, cough... or are you a Konoha Special Jonin?! Cough, cough... it seems I'm finished today." The Grass Ninja Fazhuo coughed up blood. He wanted to say a few more words, but he couldn't.
But he knew he had to say a little more now. He had to buy a little time. He tried every possible means to buy time. "Konoha Village... truly worthy of being one of the Five Great Shinobi Villages. You look... not even fifteen, right?! Is this already a Special Jonin? Like that guy Hatake Kakashi." "That guy is also from your Konoha, and his strength... isn't it even stronger than before?" "...begging for flowers..." "I never thought I'd... fall to this state today." "It's truly... cough, cough... difficult in this world, ah..." There was no expression on Hinata's delicate face, only a faint coldness as she looked at this Grass Ninja who had completely abandoned resistance.
She silently drew out a kunai, her kunai emanating a chilling intent. Just as she was about to finish him off. A sharp shout suddenly came: "Who dares to run wild in the Land of Water?!" Eh— Eh— Eh— Eh... Immediately after, several sounds of cutting through the air came. Hinata's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she casually deflected the flying shuriken, quietly observing the suddenly appearing individuals. She hadn't expected... that the ninjas of the Land of Water would appear so quickly.
And so on... were all those words this Grass Ninja just said actually meant to stall for time?! Indeed, her experience was still too little... If she had abundant experience, she wouldn't have listened to his nonsense long ago. She would have simply used a kunai to finish him off. "Five people... seems a bit troublesome. If I can't kill this guy, I won't be able to return to Konoha Village on time to participate in the Ninja Academy's graduation exam, and then I'll have to wait until next year to graduate." Hinata's small face carried a hint of solemnity. Although the Land of Water ninjas and she currently showed no hostility. But she was killing someone on the territory of the Land of Water... The other party would absolutely not allow it. The five ninjas from the Land of Water, one of whom gave her immense pressure, an oppressive feeling even stronger than the few rogue ninjas from the Land of Grass. This meant that the opponent was very likely... a Jonin! This was a big problem!