Konoha: Who says that hunters can't play in the ninja world?

The four Sound Ninjas who were moving slowly forward were worthy of being Orochimaru's elite subordinates. They were no weaker than the elite Jonin of the Great Ninja Village. Even though they were far away from Konoha Village, they had already sensed that something was wrong based on the clues and their extraordinary intuition.

Neji's Byakugan could already see the shadow flashing by in front of him; just a slight glance was enough for him to notice it.

"I see, get into combat mode." Neji quickly reminded.

"Kazama, how are you going to fight?" Shikamaru subconsciously asked the leader of the team, but when he tilted his head, he saw that there was only a clay man next to him whose facial features were about to melt. In the blink of an eye, Kazama had already used his clay clone + substitute technique to run away to who knows where.

Shikamaru was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

"It's up to you, pineapple-headed kid." Shikamaru heard Nobuko's voice and turned his head again, only to see Nobuko's figure flash by and then disappear into the forest. Fortunately, Ichiro's tall body was always there, and he was at the front of the line. At this time, he already had an iron rod in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

Feeling that his two seniors were unreliable, Shikamaru had to start planning his tactics.

In fact, there is no strategy to speak of. We have a huge advantage in numbers, but our strength is weak. At this time, the best tactic is to attack in a rush.

Especially when there are two teammates with the most impatient tempers in the team, there is no time to arrange too much, because these two people will not pay any attention to these things at all. They will just roll up their sleeves and work. This is the only thing they think about in their brains occupied by muscles.

"Akamaru, let's go!"

"Watch me, I won't fall behind." Naruto was afraid that Ya would get ahead, so he rushed out.

"Forget it, just follow me, there's nothing more to say." Shikamaru held his forehead with his hand, looking helpless.

The four of them had completely stopped and chose to face the twelve little strong men behind them. This was the confidence of the strong. The elites who could become Orochimaru's subordinates had an even more naked worship of strength. Facing the strong, you may not have the determination to die. Facing the weak, sorry, any delay in letting you move for a while would be disrespectful to yourself.

"Here it comes." Kidomaru has the best perception and there is almost no room for error at this distance.

"Let me see who's here to die." Jirobo's tall body was full of power. He had no worries about the upcoming battle and even had some anticipation.

With the sound of "swooshing" figures shuttling through the dense forest, the two groups soon came face to face.

"Ha, is Konoha deserted? Why are all these scumbags here?" Jirofang's enthusiasm, which he had finally gathered up, was mostly gone. Then he felt insulted. Using these scumbags to chase him, wasn't that looking down on him? Thinking of this, Jirofang was a little furious.

"Let me take care of you in one move." Jirobo stepped forward and slapped his hands on the ground.

"Earth Escape, Earth Ball" He used his claws to grab an extremely huge piece of mud from the ground to form a ball and threw it at the Twelve Little Strongmen who were chasing him.

Ya and Naruto, who were running in the front, had their eyes bloodshot. They were running and suddenly a huge earth ball that could be hugged by dozens of people flew towards them. How terrifying it was.

The mud ball rushed towards the twelve little strong men with the power of uprooting mountains and trees. The irresistible momentum made the other twelve little strong men find almost no way to respond except to dodge instinctively. The only one who remained calm was Ichiro who followed behind Naruto and Kiba.

Looking at the huge mud ball that was about to submerge him and crush him into pulp, Ichiro was somewhat excited. It was rare to see a ninja who could escape from the earth, and such a pleasing opponent.

There are ninjutsu of various attributes in Konoha Village, but Ichiro's current strength is awkward. If you say he is strong, it seems that he is still a little short of being a jonin. If you say he is weak, he can easily defeat a chuunin, but he still has a great chance of winning. Ichiro is proud of his strength at this age. At the same time, it also leads to him not having a decent opponent, an opponent who is a match for him. The old jonins are no longer limited to simple earth escape ninjutsu. To become an old jonin, their own strength has become a system, and they will never fight to the death on one earth escape. Ichiro also has a strong preference for earth escape, otherwise he would not have learned only earth escape ninjutsu until now.

The current opponent is just right, whether it is the attributes of the ninjutsu or his strong physique and strength. Moreover, he is an enemy, so there is no need to worry about being too harsh.

Ichiro's fighting blood is boiling.

"Earth escape, lift" This earth escape from level A, Earthquake Core, was weakened countless times. In terms of difficulty, it barely reached level C, and had almost no attack power. It was used by Ichiro. Ichiro slapped the ground with both hands, and the ground was like a wave, and then cracked, forming a huge pit. And Jirobo's big Ling ball rolled towards Ichiro's might, in front of this huge pit, like a ball entering a net bag, a sword entering a scabbard. Even the most powerful momentum came to an abrupt end.

Jirobo was originally admiring his own masterpiece. With the power of this earth escape technique, he wondered how many of those mid-level and low-level ninja guys could survive.

As a result, the mud ball stopped suddenly, very abruptly, and the entire mud ball sank into the pit, completely eliminating any lethality.

"This is... wrong, get out of the way." Jirobo is indeed an expert in earth escape. Although he hasn't seen the situation clearly in front of him, he is immediately alert to the unusual movement under his feet and is able to remind his companions around him.

A shiny black iron rod poked out from the ground and headed straight for Jiro's chin. If this hit him hard, Jiro would be lying down.

Orochimaru's subordinates may be monsters or have no talent, but if they can survive under Orochimaru, they must have solid combat experience. With such a sudden attack, Jirobo fully demonstrated what a flexible fat man is. With a seemingly strong and even bloated figure, he did not make any excessive movements, but just leaned back, and with a powerful and heavy force, he scratched the surface of the iron bridge, and narrowly avoided Ichiro's thrilling attack.

Veins popped up on Jirobo's face. Not only did he not feel the pleasure of abusing the weak, he almost got injured. This was something Jirobo did not expect, especially with this stupid and foolish Genin in front of him.

Ichiro missed the first blow, and immediately jumped out of the ground, continued to move forward, and swept the four people with his stick, forcing them to retreat and scatter. Only Jirobo was left to face Ichiro head-on. The iron stick was used to bully and hit him without reason. Even though Jirobo was physically strong, facing such a brutal attack, he decisively chose to retreat after the first test, temporarily avoiding the attack. The purple bruises on his arms showed that the iron stick had a lot of power. It was irrational to resist such an iron stick with the flesh. Even though Jirobo was very confident in his strong body.

He dodged and retreated continuously, creating distance between himself and others, "Earth Escape, Return from Earth and Land." He grabbed a huge rock and used it to block in front of him, barely blocking Ichiro's iron rod and buying himself time to form a seal.

"Earth escape, Dokuro-do no" Finally using his best ninjutsu, Jirofang breathed a sigh of relief. His Dokuro-do could not absorb the enemy's chakra. Once hit, the enemy would only become weaker and weaker, while he would become stronger and stronger, and he could have another good meal.