Konoha's Super God Hinata

Witnessing the majestic offensive of the Butcher, many people were put in a bad position in life.

Earth escape defense or instant defense?

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After thinking about it, someone smiled and became confident. Some people were pale and their hands and feet were trembling. Some people showed disdain, just a reckless person.

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Hayato, and they all speculated on the type of ninjutsu the boy was good at and how to deal with it.

Yes, it’s “coping”.

Not everyone thinks that in the face of the butcher's attack, one should temporarily avoid the edge.

on the ring.

Hayato lowered his head slightly and remained motionless.

Frightened

Someone exclaimed: "Get away quickly." I don't know whether it was because they were betting on Hayato, or because they were really worried about Hayato's life.

The arena is so big. From standing still to building speed, the acceleration process only takes a few breaths. The Butcher has already rushed in front of Hayato, and his shadow is like a dark curtain, wrapping Hayato.

With the momentum of the attack and the push from his palm, the boy who stood still would have all his bones broken in an instant, and he would be beaten into a pool of blood like a mosquito.

Hisashi Matsui was one of the viewers. He considered himself a soft-hearted person, so he couldn't bear it and closed his eyes directly. He was definitely not out of his mind to put all his wealth on this "skinny" young man.

It's over, bankrupt

Matsui Hisashi thought sadly, secretly cursing himself for suddenly being possessed by ghosts, and complaining about the young man who, at such a young age, couldn't think of going to the ring to kill someone.

just

Hey, why is it suddenly quiet?

Is it because the scene was so tragic that I was so frightened that I couldn’t make a sound?

He opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the person beside him. As for why I don’t watch the arena, I mainly think that I need an adaptation process to avoid being overly stimulated all at once and becoming unbearable.

He saw the person next to him stretching his neck, his eyes widening, almost popping out of their sockets, his mouth open, drool flowing down unconsciously, like a wild duck whose neck was pinched.

"How can it be"

"how so"

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Listening to Matsui Hisashi's exclamation delayed for half a second, he turned his head suddenly, making people worry that he would break his neck if he twisted too hard.

I saw

The young man stood between two cattail leaf-like palms, narrowly escaping the attack.

He raised his head, and the height difference of half a meter meant that he could only look like a fat butcher if he raised his head.

He stretched out his arm diagonally, stretched out his index finger, and touched the fat butcher's forehead. The fat butcher was like a ball hitting the steel gate, his head was dizzy, and his instinct drove him to still push forward in vain.

"It was, it was blocked by a finger. Am I dreaming?" Matsui Hisashi couldn't believe his eyes. "Yes, I must be dreaming. A beautiful dream. It would be great if the dream comes true."

Suddenly, he pinched his thigh hard.

no pain

It's really a dream

嗷

A delayed scream from the side.

"I hit the tenth generation of your ancestor, of course you won't feel any pain. What's more, it was my thigh that I pinched." Matsui Hisashi's companion stared at him, his eyes red and burning with raging anger.

Matsui Hisaki was so excited that he had an idea and shouted: "I will pay for your losses in the last game."

The murderous gaze of his companion instantly turned into a trace of sadness.

on the ring.

Hayato bent his index finger and clasped it with his thumb.

bomb

bang bang

The Fat Butcher was like a ball, making contact with the ground several times, popping out of the ring, and then bounced to the edge of the entire arena as the audience jumped before stopping.

"that's it"

Hayato touched his chin, "It's a little weaker than I thought."

Hayato has actually encountered enemies like the Fat Butcher a few times. He has great strength, high defense, and thick fat that can absorb the impact of Taijutsu. He could deal with them easily before, but now it's not like playing.

In fact, Hayato was just playing.

What caused Hayato's brain collapse just now was not the power of the sword, but the repulsive force of the Tsangigan. If Hayato had used four or five levels of power, Fat Butcher would have hit a bye home run instead of bouncing away like a ball.

The former will leave a big hole in the ceiling of the arena, and the Butcher will suffer from severe internal bleeding at the very least.

The latter would only give the butcher a concussion that lasted ten and a half days. For someone who had no brains to begin with, it was actually a minor injury.

The host came on stage at the right time.

"Oh, what an unexpected result. He is worthy of being a ninja from the Great Ninja Village. Let us cheer the loudest to congratulate the birth of the new champion. We will wait and see how the new champion performs. Let's start a new round of challenges. About to start"

A scantily clad waitress came over and wanted to guide Hayato to the area exclusive to the challenger.

It's not like Hayato came here just to show off and make extra money. He popped out a thread, stuck it to the microphone in the host's hand, and pulled it over.

"Hoo, ho" Hayato blew, testing the microphone.

"Sorry to disturb you all, especially the champions in the main area on the second floor, please listen to what I have to say," Hayato said using the microphone, "If you want to fight against various challenges, you need to go through various levels and progress. Level, considering that my personal schedule is relatively intensive, and I have to save the world recently, time is precious. So can I join the queue?"

boom

There was an uproar below, Hayato's words were like throwing a bundle of detonating charms into the crowd.

Is this person crazy?

Even for the store manager who has strong confidence in Hayato, his watch looks like this:.

The host was a little panicked at first. He didn't know what Hayato was going to do. Hearing what Hayato said, he laughed happily. It's been a long time since he heard such a humorous declaration. How did someone die last time?

The memory is so long ago that it is blurry.

He waved his hand and motioned for the arena guards to go up and tie up the crazy young man.

The guards of the arena mainly maintain order and face ordinary gamblers and ordinary ninjas. Therefore, their strength is mostly at the level of genin and chuunin, and the advantage is greater numbers.

The host made a gesture, and people attacked Hayato from all directions.

But under the circular defensive circle created by Hayato's repulsion, he could just go back as he came, just like dumplings being dropped, falling into the audience.

Some of the guards were quite arrogant and offended many gamblers. However, because they had strong backgrounds, gamblers could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out. At this time, they fell into the crowd and were injured. Many gamblers took the opportunity to do something dirty and targeted two people. Kick between the legs, that person's heart is so black that it's outrageous

Anyway, after hearing a few miserable screams of pain, Hayato laughed heartlessly. He was not a good bird anyway, and he had no psychological pressure at all.

While he was enjoying himself, Hayato noticed that the curtains on the third floor shook slightly, and there was a figure behind the cloth.

This chakra feels a bit like the Sharingan, Hayato looked at it with his reincarnation eye.

It should be the Blood Dragon Eye of the Blood Pool clan.

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