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Seeing the sparkling sand rush to envelop him, Wuchen neither dodged nor avoided, allowing the sand to consume and encase him. He calmly closed his eyes, facing such a desperate situation without the slightest fear. However, Wuchen's composed demeanor was interpreted differently in the eyes of others.
"Trash! I was gone for such a short while, and a supply unit of hundreds of ninjas was completely wiped out in less than half an hour?! A bunch of useless things!" The voice of the newcomer was powerful and resounding, his aura steady and strong. He was stout and dark-skinned, his robust voice echoing through the sky, carrying chakra that rippled through the air. But he was a monk! "To be annihilated by such a little brat, how preposterous! You've completely shamed the Sand Village!"
Looking at Wuchen, who was instantly subdued by his ninjutsu, the thin monk's lips curved in disdain. Then his gaze swept across the surrounding severed limbs and broken arms, his icy eyes showing no mercy whatsoever, instead cursing them mercilessly.
Clang clang clang... A roaring sound, similar to steel clashing, rang out. The burly man instinctively looked up. It was precisely what had emanated from the sand that previously encased Wuchen. "Not bad, you're not dead yet. I didn't expect a failure like you to have some tricks up your sleeve."
With a slight smile, the hunchbacked monk wore a faint, taunting grin on his lips. His hands clasped in front, he watched Wuchen, heavily encased in golden sand, with keen interest, a look of expectation and curiosity on his face. It was clear he hoped Wuchen could break free. He looked completely like a cat toying with a mouse, seemingly expecting a performance from Wuchen.
Boom!
The golden sand surrounding Wuchen instantly burst apart, scattering like celestial maidens strewing flowers. Wuchen was revealed completely unharmed in the air, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Seeing the mysterious man looking at him with a mocking expression, Wuchen immediately frowned, his face darkening, a murderous intent flashing and quickly vanishing in his eyes. He pointed his thumb forward, gesturing towards the monk. "Laser!"
A straight beam of light shot forth, reaching its target in the blink of an eye.
"What a strange technique, he doesn't even need hand seals." The bald monk looked at Wuchen in surprise, then smiled faintly at the oncoming beam of light, completely unafraid, his demeanor calm and composed, as if he didn't take Wuchen seriously at all. He exuded a sense of unparalleled superiority.
"You arrogant old bastard, you put on your act, and later I'll make you cry!" His mouth twitched violently. Wuchen looked at the composed old dark-skinned man in front, his nose already crooked with anger. At the same time, he secretly raised his guard. This guy's origin was mysterious. Currently, there were only four known people in this world who could use Magnet Release, and this suddenly appearing individual was completely unheard of.
Bang!
Just as the beam of light was about to pierce the monk, thick sand suddenly rose before him, blocking Wuchen's attack.
"Brat, what's your name? My name is Bunpuku." Removing the metal-infused sand that blocked his path, Bunpuku looked up, his tone arrogant, meeting Wuchen's gaze with a condescending stare, like a proud rooster.
"Shut up! What are you, anyway? The fact that I've never heard your name means you're an extra! And an extra needs to know their place, especially a facially ugly, right-less old bastard like you! You're not even worthy of knowing my name!" Wuchen, having long suppressed his anger, immediately launched a verbal assault, using every malicious word he could think of.
"You called me ugly?" The old monk named Bunpuku's mouth twitched violently. He hadn't understood most of what Wuchen said, only catching the words "facially ugly, right-less old bastard like you." He immediately flew into a rage, his chakra going wild. Bunpuku's old face burned with pain; Wuchen's vicious words hurt him more than a physical beating would have.
"Die!"
Bunpuku's eyes turned crimson with rage. His slender body instantly surged forward, his hands, however, were huge, bearing down on Wuchen's neck like bear paws, his face contorted in a ferocious grin. Judging by the posture, he intended to rip off Wuchen's head.
"Dare to call me ugly? I'll beat you so hard your own mother won't recognize you, you little brat!" Bunpuku roared towards the sky. Seeing Wuchen remain motionless and himself about to succeed, his voice brimmed with boundless satisfaction, his smile as terrifying as a demon's.
However, Wuchen merely smiled eerily. His dark eyes rotated rapidly, his five-pointed star Mangekyo Sharingan staring at Bunpuku's grabbing hand. Grinning, his gaze was fixed on the thick and powerful hand. A flicker of irregular black flames appeared in his eyes.
"Amaterasu!!!"
Blood immediately flowed from the corner of his eye, and black flames surged forth, almost instantly falling onto Rosha's arm.
"It hurts! Damn brat!!" Intense pain instantly spread through all the nerve cells in his body. Rosha's gaze, filled with shock and uncertainty, turned to his right arm, where he horrifyingly discovered a mass of black flames coiling around it!
"Sharingan? ...Damn brat, are you from the Uchiha clan?!"
"I am the one who will take your life!"
Grinning ferociously, Wuchen's body shimmered with a golden light. He instantly appeared behind Bunpuku, his voice cold and murderous.
"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
"Now I'll let you experience what it feels like to be kicked at the speed of light! Light Speed Kick!"