Uchiha’s God of Muscle

Chapter 284: Quarterfinals

Chapter 284 Quarterfinals

  In the arena.

   Bang bang bang, after a burst of punching and kicking, the two sides quickly decided the winner.

   "Stop fighting, I surrender! Please... let me go!"

  Genius Kirigakure, who had uttered wild words before, knelt at Marisa's feet, and she wailed and begged for mercy as she pulled her hair by her hand.

  His face was covered in blood from Marisa's beating, and he even lost several teeth. He couldn't look worse.

  Extreme violence, this is Marisa's fist.

  Although Kirigakure was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, he was far more resistant to beating than ordinary ninjas, but under Marisa's "Ola Ola" punch, he was completely defeated.

   "I found that you are really resistant to beating, and you feel good when you are beaten, just like an indestructible sandbag. I haven't met such an opponent who is so resistant to beating for a long time."

  Marisa looked excited, raised her fist while talking, and couldn't help but punch this guy in the face again.

  She looks like a devil in the opponent's eyes.

  The Wuyin genius couldn't help being scared out of his wits, and shouted in horror:

   "No, save... help! Who will save me, stop her!"

   Whoosh.

  The Jonin referee finally entered the arena, grabbed Marisa's wrist, and persuaded helplessly:

   "That's enough, Marisa. If you fight any further, you'll be killed."

   "I was joking with this guy, haha." Marisa laughed and let go of her hand. The opponent suddenly fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to get up.

   "Marisa, win!"

  The referee raised Marisa's arm and announced the result of the battle to the audience.

  In the stadium of 100,000 people, after a moment of silence.

   "Marisa! Marisa!"

  The audience cheered Marisa's name in unison, converging into a deafening sound wave, which went straight to the sky and echoed over the entire Konoha.

before this.

  The opponents that Marisa encountered were indeed not that powerful, so she went smoothly all the way and entered the quarterfinals with ease.

  As a result, many people began to wonder whether Konoha was operating behind the scenes to **** Marisa.

   Until this eight-to-four match, Marisa used her fist to dispel all doubts.

   After all, the genius Kirigakure she was fighting against was the number one seed among the 200 participating ninjas of Kirigakure. Being able to defeat him and enter the top four is enough to prove Marisa's strength.

   Moreover, Marisa's fighting style of punching to the flesh and blood, can be called violent aesthetics, so that audiences who don't understand ninjutsu and genjutsu can also enjoy watching it simply and clearly.

   Therefore, she enjoyed the endless cheers from the audience.

"These audiences really have no taste. They punched and kicked like barbarians, and their heads were broken. This kind of battle is not only not elegant at all, but also has no artistic atmosphere. All in all, it is really a boring game. Woolen cloth."

   On the sidelines, Didara stared at Marisa's back and whispered.

   Then he yawned.

   "Didara, you're about to play, aren't you awake yet? Get your spirits up!" In the stands in the front row, Heitu stood up and shouted at Didara.

   "Don't get excited, junior sister. This kind of competition, I just play around and win. The key is to show the audience the artist's demeanor."

   Didara said absent-mindedly, and then went to the ring.

A few minutes later.

  Boom!

  With a loud bang, accompanied by dazzling flames and billowing smoke, Didara blasted his opponent into the air.

  Didara put his hands on his hips, looked around the stunned audience in the stands, and said proudly:

   "Art is an explosion!"

  However, his line that he thought was extremely handsome received only sparse cheers and applause.

  Because it's too dangerous.

  In the battle just now, fortunately, Konoha Anbe made a timely move to create a barrier covering the ring, so that the aftermath of the explosion did not spread to the stands.

   Otherwise, the auditorium would have been in chaos, with countless casualties.

  The referee walked over with a dark face, raised Didala's arm, and said coldly:

   "Didara, win!"

   "It's boring, a bunch of boring audiences who don't know how to appreciate art at all."

   Didara made a complaint and spread his hands. Then, he jumped down from the ring that was about to become ruins.

  He was in the hotel room last night, staying up all night watching the entertainment program produced by Konoha TV, and now he is going back to catch up on sleep.

   before leaving.

  Didara suddenly turned around and glanced at Marisa who was watching the battle from the sidelines.

   Zizi.

  The gazes of the two met in the air, and they faced each other for a while, as if sparks had been sparked.

  The quarter-finals are facing each other, Marisa is in the upper half, and Didala is in the lower half.

   This means that if the two meet in the ring, it will only be in the final.

   "I hope you can make it to the final, don't let me down."

  Didara murmured, smiled at Marisa, then turned and left chicly.

   "That guy... looks quite handsome."

  Marisa looked at Didara's leaving back and said to herself. Especially the other party's beautiful long golden hair, which was the same color as her mother and younger brother's, made Marisa feel a little envious.

   Hateful.

  Why did she inherit Dad's genes and have Uchiha's black hair?

   Why don't you find time to dye your hair or something? Hanabi just said that Konoha has opened a very good barber shop.

  Marisa's thoughts gradually drifted in a strange direction...

   "Earth Dungeon: Earth Flow Wall Technique!"

  The screams of several Konoha ninjas resounded in the stadium.

   Then, amidst a rumbling sound, the arena that was blown up by Didara was restored.

  The third game of the quarterfinals began immediately.

   "There are so many spectators, it's really exciting. After all, such an occasion is the most suitable for preaching the teachings of Lord Cthulhu."

  Fei Duan carried his exaggerated **** March scythe, and stepped into the ring carelessly.

  His opponent is a Konoha Shinobi named Takemura, who is twenty-five years old and is also the second-seeded player among Konoha's contestants, except for Marisa.

Yes.

   It’s not just the four major ninja villages who will be opportunistic. As the host, Konoha, in order to keep the champion at home, how could it be possible not to make some preparations.

  Takemura's strength could have been promoted to Jonin long ago, but it was delayed due to various reasons.

  He and Marisa formed Konoha's double insurance.

   "Takemura, come on!"

   "We must win, blow up that arrogant guy Yunyin, let him see the strength of Konoha Ninja!"

  In the stands, the audience cheered for Takemura almost overwhelmingly, allowing him to take advantage of the home field.

  Who wants to see their ninja lose the game at home.

   Besides, there is another reason.

  The match between Zhucun and Feiduan is a match in the lower half. This means that once Takemura successfully defeats Hidan, the semi-final will be a duel between him and Marisa.

   That is to say.

   In the finals at that time, there will definitely be a player from Konoha.

  However, an arrogant and crazy guy like Fei Duan will not be intimidated by the opponent's home court advantage.

on the contrary.

  The higher the voice of Takemura among the audience, the more excited Hiduan became. His blood boiled all over his body, and he even licked his lips. He couldn't wait to torture his opponent mercilessly in front of 100,000 spectators.

  With the whistle of the referee, the game begins.

   Whoosh.

  Zhucun immediately cast the teleportation technique, and the trajectory of the whole person was like a zigzagging lightning, quickly approaching Fei Duan.

  In this game, he was not only determined to win, but also vowed to win quickly and beautifully.

   Shua.

  The sword flashed.

  Takemura appeared on the left side of Fei Duan like a ghost, and slashed at the latter's arm with the ninja knife in his hand.

   There was a clang.

   Fei Duan actually reacted, set up the **** March sickle, and blocked Zhucun's knife.

   Next second.

   "Don't underestimate me, bastard."

   Fei Duan grinned, swung his sickle vigorously, and launched a counterattack towards Zhucun.

  Good strong power.

  Zhumura was shocked, and did not choose to face it head-on, but jumped back and dodged in time.

  After this brief trial, the contest between the two quickly became fierce. The two figures on the ring came and went, dodged left and right, and the weapons kept colliding, bursts of sparks and the sound of metal and iron clashing.

  The audience in the stands also fell silent, holding their breath subconsciously, watching the battle on the ring nervously.

finally.

  Relying on his superb sword skills, Takemura launched a series of sharp attacks on Fei Duan, forcing the latter to stand still and a flaw appeared.

It's now.

   Shua, the knife light flashed again.

  With a pop, Fei Duan's right arm was cut open with a length of more than ten centimeters, and fresh blood flowed out.

  His arm also lost strength because of this, and he could no longer hold the heavy **** March sickle, so he could only let it clang and hit the ground.

   "Admit defeat, you can no longer fight me."

  Takemura saw this, put away the ninja knife, and kindly persuaded, "It's over now. If your arm is treated in time, there will be no sequelae, but it will be too late."

  In his opinion, Fei Duan, who lost one arm, has already lost the game.

   "Hehehe..."

   Fei Duan put his hand on his forehead and laughed nervously.

"why are you laughing?"

  Zhucun frowned, but immediately after that, he revealed an inconceivably shocked gaze.

   I see.

  The shocking wound on Fei Duan's arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon stopped bleeding.

   "The game has just begun, my friend." Hidan stared at Takemura, showing a playful smile.

How can this be?

  Takemura's complexion became serious again, and he had to draw out his ninja sword again.

   In the stands.

   Sasuke glanced at the information in his hand, then frowned, and said to his cousin beside him:

   "That guy Fei Duan, I heard that he went to join some kind of evil **** religion, and was experimented with forbidden techniques by the believers. Not only did he survive, but he also succeeded in obtaining immortality.

  His recovery ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people. For ordinary people, fatal injuries can be recovered within a few days to the point where no trace of injury can be seen at all.

   Now it seems that those rumors may not be groundless. "

   "Immortal? Interesting."

   Marisa's eyes lit up. In this case, wouldn't it be a perfect human-shaped sandbag?

  Although Takemura is a Konoha ninja on the field, Marisa hopes that Hidan can win at this moment.

  In that case, in the next semi-final, she wouldn't have to worry about accidentally hitting her opponent to death with too much force.

   Instead, you no longer need to deliberately hold back your strength, and you can let go of your fists and kicks to fight to your heart's content.

   Fei Duan's next performance did not disappoint Marisa.

"Hahaha!"

  He laughed wildly, raised his sickle and launched a fierce attack on Zhucun.

   Facing Hidan's frenzied attack, Takemura had no choice but to avoid the edge temporarily, planning to consume the opponent's physical strength first, and then wait for an opportunity to launch a more deadly attack.

  He didn't believe that Fei Duan was really immortal.

  Unfortunately, Zhucun has no chance.

  During the battle, Zhucun escaped the sweep of Fei Duan's scythe, and just breathed a sigh of relief, but the latter suddenly threw the Bloody March sickle at Zhucun.

  The bottom of this huge sickle is connected by a rope, and through the expansion and contraction of the rope, Fei Duan can throw it out unexpectedly and sneak attack the opponent.

   "Don't underestimate me, bastard!"

  Takemura snarled, and returned Hidan's words without any changes. At the same time, a burst of chakra erupted from the soles of his feet, pushing his body back violently again.

   Poof.

   Fei Duan's sneak attack was almost in vain, only a small cut was made on Zhucun's arm, less than one centimeter, that is to say, the skin was broken.

  But for the flying section, this is enough.

   "It's time for the main course."

  He retracted the sickle, smiled mysteriously, and his eyes fell on the scarlet blood on the tip of the sickle.

  The design of the Bloody March sickle is not to let Hiduan kill the opponent, but to make his attack hurt the opponent more, and it doesn't matter how much it hurts.

   Just make your opponent bleed.

   What is this guy... going to do?

  Under Takemura's suspicious gaze, Hiduan brought the sickle close to his mouth, stuck out his tongue with a perverted expression, and licked off the blood from Takemura, and then—

  Using his toes, he drew a circle with a triangle on the ground.

  No matter what this guy is going to do, he must not be allowed to finish it!

  When Zhucun saw this scene, he had a premonition of great danger in his heart. Dang even made a seal without hesitation, then took a deep breath and opened his mouth to let it out.

   Wind escape·vacuum jade.

   Whoosh!

  In an instant, dozens of wind and light waves spewed out from the mouth of Zhucun, like bullets fired non-stop from a machine gun, and hit Fei Duan head and face.

   This B-level wind escape ninjutsu is full of lethality, and the wind escape shock wave it emits is enough to penetrate the opponent's body and break it into a honeycomb.

   Now it's up to you how to deal with it.

  After Zhucun cast the Vacuum Jade, he stared at Fei Duan with burning eyes.

  Although the opponent's body is very resilient, its defensive power is not high. The best proof is that the wound was cut by his ninja knife before.

  Takemura's attack this time did not seek to establish a victory, as long as he forced Hidan out of that disturbing strange technique, his goal was achieved.

  However, what Takemura never expected was that.

   Facing the oncoming Vacuum Jade, Fei Duan had no intention of dodging at all, but instead showed a smile of success.

Puff puff.

  All the vacuum jade hit him.

   But the next second.

   Plop.

  On the opposite side of Zhucun, there were many blood holes in his body, and he fell on the ring on the spot, unable to get up again.

   "Fei Duan, win!"

  Seeing this, the referee on the sidelines immediately announced the victory of Fei Duan, and then a medical ninja rushed into the field to provide emergency treatment to Takemura.