Due to his hatred for Tobirama Senju, this elite ninja couldn’t resist the urge to take action against Minato. He wanted to kill Tobirama’s student and make Tobirama experience true pain. And he had the confidence to accomplish this because he was a Kage-level ninja.
As for Minato, although he appeared unstoppable on the battlefield, slaughtering enemies left and right, in this elite ninja’s eyes, Minato’s prowess was solely attributed to the Flying Thunder God Technique. Once the Flying Thunder God Technique was restricted, he would rely be a teenage boy. How strong could a re teenager be?
In this world, not everyone was Hui.
No one stopped this elite ninja from volunteering. If he wanted to go, they let him.
anwhile, Minato continued his relentless slaughter on the battlefield, his golden light flickering as he claid life after life. At so point, he noticed soone charging toward him.
It was a man with a scarred face, appearing to be in his forties. He moved quickly, his strength undoubtedly formidable.
The man wielded a kunai as he charged at Minato, his gaze dark and murderous. From the speed of the man’s movents, Minato could tell that this was a strong opponent.
But still, just a strong opponent, hardly a match for him.
A few kunai flew from Minato’s hand, rapidly shooting toward the man. Minato always carried plenty of kunai, and most of them were marked with his Flying Thunder God Technique seals. The kunai flew with incredible speed, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
The man’s expression tensed as he quickly dodged the incoming kunai.
Clink!
There seed to be a faint collision sound, but amidst the chaotic noise of the battlefield, the man wasn’t certain.
After dodging, his gaze shifted rapidly, trying to pinpoint where Minato would appear next.
The weakness of the Flying Thunder God Technique lay in its dependency on marked seals for spatial movent. If he could identify all of this boy’s seal locations, he could find a way to counter him.
It was a difficult task, as the battlefield was littered with dozens of Minato’s seals.
But the man didn’t need to account for all of them. After all, if the boy intended to kill him, his next appearance would inevitably be nearby.
Around him, there were only a handful of Flying Thunder God seals. As long as he acted the mont the boy appeared, he believed he could kill him.
This was the thod he had painstakingly developed over ti to counter the Flying Thunder God Technique.
“There!”
Catching a flash of golden light, the man pinpointed Minato’s location. He imdiately hurled his kunai while forming hand seals, channeling chakra into lightning.
The kunai was intended to force Minato to teleport again. Two consecutive rapid spatial movents would surely cause discomfort to the boy’s body, that was his chance.
As expected, events unfolded as he had predicted. Minato was forced to teleport again just after reappearing.
This ti, the man managed to lock onto Minato’s position. The lightning he had prepared struck toward Minato, spreading to several of the Flying Thunder God kunai locations.
This technique was sothing the man had developed specifically to counter the Flying Thunder God Technique. It had been a long and grueling process, but all for the sake of vengeance.
Now, he finally saw hope.
However, at that very mont, Minato’s body disappeared again. The next instant, he reappeared in a location completely beyond the man’s expectations.
Boom!
“Ugh!!!”
A powerful force struck the man from behind, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying.
His eyes widened in disbelief. Struggling on the ground, he looked back to where he had just been standing, his vision growing hazy. But he could still make out a kunai lying there.
When…?
With this question lingering in his mind, the man’s life slipped away.
Outside the battlefield, the allied elite ninjas watching this scene fell silent.
After several seconds, soone finally spoke.
“I thought he could at least deal with that brat, but he went down so easily.”
The voice belonged to a man with a sinister expression, his tone filled with disdain as he watched Minato continue his massacre and the lifeless man lying motionless on the ground.
“Then why don’t you go handle him yourself?”
Soone imdiately snapped back.
The man with the sinister expression froze at the remark, his face darkening even further.
The Flying Thunder God Technique, he absolutely did not want to face it.
“This is war. Not a place to asure your dicks,” he muttered, attempting to change the subject.
“If you’re too afraid to fight, then stop making snide remarks from the sidelines.”
The sa person who had spoken before retorted again, causing the man to falter.
His face grew so gloomy it seed water might drip from it as he scanned the crowd, searching for the person who was intentionally antagonizing him.
At this mont, a figure stepped out from the crowd.
Upon seeing this person, the man’s expression changed, and he fell silent.
This was because the newcor was also a bounty hunter, but their strength far surpassed his, by a wide margin.
“I’ve long been curious about the Flying Thunder God Technique. Let have a go. I want to see what the fastest ninja in the world is truly like.”
The powerful bounty hunter spoke calmly before leaping into the chaos of the battlefield.
Their target was clear, Minato.
This deliberate and purposeful attack imdiately drew Minato’s attention.
After dispatching an enemy, Minato had no ti to move before the powerful bounty hunter threw a punch directly at him.
In the face of the incoming punch, Minato reached out and caught the bounty hunter’s arm with one hand.
At the sa ti, mysterious markings silently appeared from Minato’s hand, imprinting themselves onto the bounty hunter’s arm without a sound.
“Impressive strength!”
The bounty hunter exclaid in surprise. He had assud that the boy’s power lay solely in his speed and reaction ti, but he hadn’t expected Minato to possess such formidable physical strength as well.
Inwardly, he was astonished. A sixteen-year-old boy with such an extraordinary physique? It was unbelievable.
Still, crushing geniuses was his favorite activity.
With a cruel smile, the bounty hunter’s arm suddenly twisted like a snake, swiftly coiling around Minato’s arm.
However, just as his arm ensnared Minato, the boy disappeared from his grasp, his entire body reappearing at a distance.
The bounty hunter’s pupils contracted, and he let out an eerie laugh.
“Truly, flying thunder god livbve’s up it’s na... and quite an impressive boy.”
He spoke, his gaze fixed on Minato with a strange intensity.
Minato’s expression remained calm as he observed his opponent, silently analyzing the man’s abilities.
It seed that his arm, or possibly his entire body, could twist and contort like a snake.
If that was the case, blunt-force attacks like the Rasengan might not be effective.
In that case, I’ll just use sothing else, Minato thought as he charged toward the bounty hunter.
The bounty hunter noticed and rushed toward Minato as well, his peripheral vision scanning for any of Minato’s Flying Thunder God kunai nearby.
This ti, he was extrely cautious, ensuring that no Flying Thunder God seals were near him. After all, the previous man had died precisely because of Minato’s kunai-throwing technique.
But he didn’t realize that the closest Flying Thunder God seal had already been placed on his arm.
In an instant, Minato’s charging body disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was behind the bounty hunter, a kunai in hand. But this was no ordinary kunai; its blade glead with a faint blue light, as sharp as a sword.
The bounty hunter’s pupils contracted as his body slowly froze.
Lowering his head, he saw blood suddenly spurting from his waist before his entire body split in half.
This powerful bounty hunter had been slain by Minato’s Sage Art: Wind Sword.
“So... fast... the... sword...”
Muttering these four words, the bounty hunter collapsed lifelessly.
anwhile, Minato resud his rampage.
Golden flashes continued to streak across the battlefield, and with this, his na was forever etched in history.
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