Hokage: Start By Prying Hinata Away

When Feng was sleeping soundly, the three ninjas came back here again.

One of them shouted to Feng'an and the others: "Hey, hand over the scroll."

Feng An clenched his fists and became a little angry: "Why is it you again?"

The man thought he hadn't heard clearly, so he repeated it again.

"Hand over the scroll and spare your lives."

Feng'an stood up, patted his butt, and said with cold eyes: "Hand over the scroll and spare your lives."

The man's face darkened: "Are all the brats today so arrogant?"

"Don't talk nonsense to them, I just say just do it."

The burly man behind him suddenly threw out several shurikens, and he rushed towards Feng'an at extremely fast speeds.

Feng'an raised his hand and knocked away the thrown shuriken. In a flash, he suddenly appeared in front of the man.

Nani?

What a speed!

The burly man's expression changed, and he quickly waved a kunai towards Feng An in front of him.

However, his speed was too slow.

Before he could touch Feng'an, he was punched in the abdomen.

The power was so great that the man immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.

Knocked down with just one punch? !

The eyes of the two men behind him twitched.

One of the men, who was a little thin, asked tremblingly: "Brother, what should we do?"

Although the other man was sweating coldly, he looked calm and calm at this time.

"Don't be afraid, he may be the type of person who specializes in physical arts. I have a very powerful secret method here, but it takes time to activate."

"You go and hold him down. As long as you can hold him back for five seconds, I can kill him with one hand."

"Ah this..."

The thin man was very nervous and his legs could not stop shaking.

He was the man who was frightened by Feng An when he was flipping through the scrolls.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, another man put his hand on his shoulder, determination written on his face.

"Brother, do you believe me?"

It’s not that I don’t believe you, I don’t believe I can survive five seconds.

Feng'an kicked the fainting burly man aside.

Looking at the two of them, he said with disgust:

"Bring the scroll."

The thin man patted his cheek hard and shouted: "I'll fight! Brother, you must defeat him! Lead us through the level!"

The thin man picked up the kunai and rushed towards Feng'an.

Just when he had rushed two meters, his left foot stumbled with his right foot and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"..."

Feng'an glanced at Xue Yue and said, "Are there people in the ninja world who are into porcelain?"

Xue Yue shook her head: "...I don't know."

Feng'an looked at the thin man lying motionless on the ground.

"Hello?"

He walked over cautiously, and then he noticed a pool of blood under the thin man.

Feng'an turned him over, his expression stunned.

The thin man actually stabbed himself to death with the kunai in his hand.

"Aren't you two of the same scroll? If you share one with me, it's over. You have to live or die."

Feng'an felt very puzzled.

The last man standing suddenly opened his eyes!

He seemed to have used some secret technique, and his whole body had grown stronger, with veins popping out wherever the skin was visible on his body.

As his muscles expanded, his body swelled more and more, and growth cracks appeared.

After the physical transformation was completed, the man's figure suddenly transformed into a two-meter-tall muscular man.

The man smiled excitedly and said: "Haha, it's successful, it's finally successful! Brother, let me help you!"

Just when he looked up and saw the figure in front of Feng An, his eyes suddenly turned red and he yelled angrily: "Brother!"

"Okay, okay! How dare you kill my brother!"

Feng'an glanced at him and explained: "He fell to death by himself. You see, the kunai was also held in his own hand."

"Fart, how could he commit suicide!"

The man's leg muscles suddenly exerted force and he jumped up.

With his exertion, two large pits appeared on the ground.

He shouted angrily and punched Feng'an!

"Suffer death!"

This is a secret technique taught by his master. Using Chakra to impact acupuncture points on the human body can stimulate dozens of times the power in a short period of time!

The power contained in his punch was enough to seriously injure Chūnin with one punch.

The little Genin will only die under his raging punches.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the man's fist as big as half a man struck Feng An's body.

He instantly flew several meters away and hit a thick tree behind him, making a deep hole before he came to a stop.

"Feng'an!"

Fenghua and Xueyue's faces turned pale.

The huge man shouted with tears of joy: "Brother, I have avenged you."

"What's the point of revenge? I told you that he fell to death by himself."

Feng'an's voice came from the hole in the big tree.

Fenghua was overjoyed: "Feng'an, you're okay!"

I saw him jumping out of the pothole and moving his shoulder and waist joints.

"No wonder it's okay, it almost broke me apart."

He did not dodge the man's attack at all because he wanted to see what state his body had reached now with the blessing of cell activation.

His body was really tough, and even such powerful and swift attacks couldn't hurt him at all.

But the powerful impact of the man's fist still knocked him far away.

"How can you be okay?!"

The man's eyes widened and he roared.

Feng'an did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at the man and asked, "Is your secret technique a variant of Eight Inner Gates?"

"No matter what Eight Gate, if one punch isn't enough, just two punches!"

Veins popped up on the man's face, his whole body roared, and Chakra burst out from his body.

He gathered all the Chakra in his body on his right fist.

This time the power on the fist was several times stronger than before.

When Feng An saw this, he was still calm and calm.

Possessing the power of yin and yang, he could feel the life force draining rapidly from the man's body.

He had already seen that the man was at the end of his strength, and he would explode and die regardless of whether he punched it or not.

"Your brother really doesn't care about my business," Feng'an then shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to say it. You won't listen anyway."

He mobilized the yin and yang power in his body that was as big as a table tennis ball and gathered it at his throat.

If he had mastered the creative ability of the power of yin and yang, he might have tried to save the man's life, but unfortunately he had only mastered the ability of destruction for the time being.

The man's face, which had been condensed, instantly became haggard.

"Suffer death!"

He swung his right fist with all his strength and attacked Feng'an again.

"Fire Style·Great Fireball Technique."

The opponent was so fast that Feng An had no time to form the seal, so he had no choice but to stop pretending and just put up the Yin seal.

Suddenly, a small fireball containing the power of yin and yang rushed towards the man.

When the man who fell into madness saw a fireball as big as an egg, he punched it without any thought of avoiding it.

However, the moment his fist touched the flame, it made a sizzling sound.

In an instant, his fist and forearm were pierced by the fireball.

"Wind Style·Firewind Palm."

The wind force in Feng'an's hand blew towards the fireball.

The fireball propelled forward instantly, piercing straight through the man's heart.

Suddenly, the man's body shrank rapidly and soon turned into a shriveled corpse.

"He... just died like that?"

Fenghua and Xueyue were stunned.

Feng'an glanced sideways at the burly man lying on the ground shaking his body.

He said calmly: "Bring the scroll."