While Feng An was sleeping soundly, the three ninjas returned.
One of them shouted at Feng An and the other two, "Hey, hand over the scroll."
Feng An clenched his fists, a little angry. "Why are you back again?"
The man thought he hadn't heard clearly and repeated, "Hand over the scroll, and we'll spare your lives."
Feng An stood up, brushed off his pants, and said with a cold glint in his eyes, "Hand over the scroll, and I'll spare your lives."
The man's face darkened. "Are all kids nowadays so arrogant?"
"Don't waste time talking to them. I say we just start."
The burly man behind him suddenly threw several shuriken and charged at Feng An at high speed.
Feng An raised his hand, deflecting the shuriken, then flashed forward, appearing in front of the man.
What?!
Such speed!
The burly man's expression changed. He quickly slashed at Feng An with his kunai.
But he was too slow.
Before he could touch Feng An, a fist slammed into his abdomen.
The force was so great the man's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
Knocked out with one punch?!
The eyelids of the two remaining men twitched.
One, a thinner man, asked tremblingly, "Big brother, what do we do?"
Though sweating cold sweat, the other man looked calm. "Don't be afraid. He might just be a taijutsu specialist. I have a very powerful secret technique, but it needs time to activate."
"You go hold him off. If you can last five seconds, I can take him down single-handedly."
"Ah, this…"
The thin man was extremely nervous, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
He was the one who had been frightened by Feng An's shout earlier while searching for the scroll.
Seeing his hesitation, the other man put a hand on his shoulder, his face full of determination. "Brother, do you trust me?"
It's not that I don't trust you; it's that I don't trust myself to last five seconds.
Feng An kicked the unconscious burly man aside.
He looked at the two with disdain. "Give me the scroll."
The thin man slapped his cheeks hard and shouted, "I'm going all out! Big brother, you have to beat him! Lead us to victory!"
He picked up his kunai and charged at Feng An.
But after running just two meters, he tripped over his own left foot and fell to the ground with a thud.
"…"
Feng An glanced at Yukime. "Is there insurance fraud in the ninja world?"
Yukime shook her head. "...I don't know."
Feng An looked at the thin man lying motionless. "Hello?"
He cautiously walked over and noticed a pool of blood spreading beneath the thin man.
Feng An turned him over and was stunned.
The thin man had somehow stabbed himself in the chest with his own kunai.
"You have two identical scrolls, right? Why not just give me one? Why go to such desperate lengths?"
Feng An was utterly puzzled.
The last man standing suddenly opened his eyes!
He seemed to have used some secret technique. He looked much stronger, veins bulging everywhere his skin was visible.
As his muscles expanded, his body grew, and fissures appeared on his skin from the rapid growth.
After the physical transformation, the man had become a two-meter-tall muscular giant.
The man laughed excitedly. "Haha, I succeeded! I finally succeeded! Brother, I'll avenge you!"
When he looked up and saw the figure in front of Feng An, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he roared in fury, "BROTHER!"
"Fine, fine! You dare kill my brother?!"
Feng An glanced at him and explained, "He fell and killed himself. Look, the kunai was in his own hand."
"Bullshit! How could he commit suicide?!"
The man suddenly exerted force with his leg muscles and leaped forward.
As he pushed off, two large holes appeared in the ground.
He roared angrily and punched at Feng An!
"Die!"
This was a secret technique taught by his master. It used chakra to impact the body's acupuncture points, allowing for a short-term burst of strength dozens of times greater!
The power in his punch was enough to seriously injure a Chunin with one blow.
A mere Genin would simply be crushed by his violent fists.
BANG!
With a loud crash, the man's fist, half the size of a person, struck Feng An.
Feng An was instantly sent flying backward several meters, crashing into a thick tree behind him and creating a deep crater before stopping.
"Feng An!"
Fubuki and Yukime's faces turned pale.
The giant man cried out in triumph, "Brother, I've avenged you!"
"What revenge? I told you he fell and killed himself."
Feng An's voice came from the crater in the tree.
Fubuki was overjoyed. "Feng An! You're okay!"
He jumped out of the crater, moving his shoulders and waist.
"Barely. He almost broke me apart."
He hadn't dodged the man's attack at all because he wanted to test how durable his body had become with the cell activation.
His body was truly tough; such a powerful, swift attack hadn't hurt him at all.
But the tremendous impact had still sent him flying.
"How are you okay?!"
The man's eyes widened, and he roared.
Feng An didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the man and asked, "Is your secret technique a variation of the Eight Gates?"
"I don't care about any Eight Gates! If one punch isn't enough, I'll use two!"
Veins bulged on the man's face. His whole body roared as chakra erupted from him.
He gathered all the chakra in his body into his right fist.
This punch was several times more powerful than the last.
Feng An watched calmly.
Possessing the power of Yin and Yang, he could feel the man's life force draining rapidly.
He could already tell the man was at his limit; he would explode and die whether he threw this punch or not.
"Your brother really has nothing to do with me," Feng An sighed and shook his head.
"Forget it. I'm too lazy to explain. You wouldn't listen anyway."
He mobilized the Yin and Yang energies within him, each about the size of a ping-pong ball, and gathered them in his throat.
If he had mastered the creative aspect of Yin-Yang power, he might have tried to save the man. Unfortunately, for now, he only controlled its destructive aspect.
The man's face instantly became seven times more haggard after concentrating his power.
"Die!"
He swung his right fist with all his might, attacking Feng An again.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique."
The opponent was too fast for hand signs. Feng An abandoned them, directly channeling the Yin seal.
Suddenly, a small fireball infused with Yin-Yang power shot toward the man.
The enraged man saw the egg-sized fireball and, without a thought to dodge, punched it.
However, the moment his fist touched the flame, a sizzling sound was heard.
Instantly, the fireball pierced straight through his fist and forearm.
"Wind Style: Gale Palm."
Feng An used wind power from his hand to blow against the fireball.
The fireball shot forward instantly, piercing straight through the man's heart.
Suddenly, the man's body rapidly shriveled, soon turning into a desiccated corpse.
"He... died just like that?"
Fubuki and Yukime were stunned.
Feng Ann glanced sideways at the burly man lying on the ground, trembling.
He said calmly, "Give me the scroll."
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