Uchiha Fugaku charged forward with fierce momentum, holding a kunai as he slashed downward. His speed wasn't particularly fast, and Ryun stepped back to dodge before countering with a punch aimed at Fugaku's head.
Fugaku raised his hand to block the incoming fist, but Ryun's punch no longer carried the same force as before. Seizing the opportunity, Fugaku reversed his grip on the kunai and stabbed toward Ryun's chest without hesitation.
Ryun lifted his other arm to block, then clamped his hand around Fugaku's wrist.
Now, both of them had each other's hand locked in their grip, and the battle fell into another stalemate.
"You should be grateful you live in Konoha Village. You should also be grateful you have a good grandfather. Otherwise, a useless piece of trash like you..."
"Would never have survived long enough to fight me like this."
Ryun mocked him at close range. At this moment, their eyes met, and Ryun's gaze shone unusually bright...
Fugaku's veins bulged in anger. Since childhood, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. He couldn't tolerate such insults, and he especially couldn't tolerate someone within the Uchiha clan being more talented and outstanding than him.
This bastard had humiliated him repeatedly, and Fugaku wished he could kill him on the spot.
But why... did it feel like Ryun's strength was increasing? It was growing so much that he was about to break free from Fugaku's restraint. Logically, both of them should have been nearing their limits by now...
Where was this power coming from?
Fugaku couldn't understand it at all.
The next moment, Ryun broke free from his grip. With a twist of his other hand, Fugaku felt his arm being brutally torn off.
"!!!"
"How is this possible!!!"
Fugaku's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and he instinctively stepped back.
But before he could retreat far, Ryun closed the distance and grabbed his remaining arm.
With a sickening tear, his last arm was ripped off mercilessly.
"Why is this happening!!!"
"No pain... It's an illusion!!!"
Fugaku wasn't stupid. He immediately realized he was under a genjutsu.
But... how had Ryun trapped him so easily?
He didn't understand this technique. Logically, his own mental energy should have been stronger, and he even possessed the one-tomoe Sharingan...
Even if his chakra was running low and his Sharingan wasn't at full power, this shouldn't have happened.
Though shocked and confused, Fugaku didn't have time to dwell on it. He tried to bite his tongue, hoping the pain would break the genjutsu.
Unfortunately, his reaction was just a little too slow...
In reality, Ryun kicked him squarely between the legs. The intense pain instantly snapped Fugaku out of the illusion.
"Ah..."
Fugaku's eyes bulged as he let out a shrill scream.
Ryun followed up with an uppercut straight to his chin, cutting off Fugaku's scream mid-cry. His body, which had been hunched over, was now forced upright again.
Ryun didn't let up. With a powerful leap, he drove his knee into Fugaku's soft abdomen.
Fugaku felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
After these three brutal strikes, Fugaku collapsed weakly to the ground.
"Now, let me ask you again... still... wanna... fight?"
Panting heavily, Ryun grabbed Fugaku by the hair and spoke coldly.
At this moment, Ryun seemed terrifying in Fugaku's eyes. The look on his face suggested that if Fugaku dared to say "yes," Ryun might actually kill him.
Ryun had already developed killing intent. After a month of missions, he had personally taken down countless bandits.
This murderous aura left Fugaku pale with fear. He had lost both the ability and the courage to keep fighting.
"Release Fugaku-sama now!"
The elite chūnin who had accompanied Fugaku shouted urgently.
"Ryun, don't act recklessly!"
"Ryun, please show mercy!"
Uchiha Senya and Uchiha Seimaru spoke up one after another.
Ryun glanced at them briefly before releasing Fugaku's hair.
This bastard was still the grandson of the Uchiha clan's elder, after all. After some thought, Ryun decided it was best to stop while he was ahead.
He didn't want to deal with an angry elder after beating up the grandson. The Uchiha elder had the authority to mobilize the Konoha Military Police Force. If Ryun seriously injured Fugaku, the police would come knocking at his door in no time.
Even if he wasn't easily caught, and even with Orochimaru as his nominal teacher, it would still trouble his mother or inconvenience Orochimaru.
He had an adult's mindset and always considered the consequences before acting. Right now, his strength wasn't enough, so he had to be cautious.
Picking up the kunai from the ground, Ryun walked aside, still breathing heavily.
If those guys decided to gang up on him now, he wouldn't be afraid. His chakra wasn't completely depleted yet, and even if he couldn't win, he could still escape.
He probably wouldn't lose here.
The elite chūnin quickly checked on Fugaku.
Fugaku was in pain everywhere—his chin, his stomach, and especially his groin... Basically, his upper, middle, and lower body all hurt.
Speaking of his groin, Ryun had actually held back. If he had really crushed Fugaku's family jewels, the Uchiha elder would have gone berserk, and no one would have been able to stop him.
This was just a lesson to make him remember.
"Fugaku-sama, how are you?" the elite chūnin asked quietly, glaring at Ryun with hostility.
Fugaku was drenched in sweat and managed to utter one word: "Go..."
He had lost this fight completely.
"Understood..."
The chūnin nodded, then carried Fugaku away from Training Ground 1.
"W-Wait for me..."
Uchiha Kazuhiko hurried after them, his face even paler than Fugaku's.
He had once threatened to make Ryun eat shit... If Ryun found out, he didn't even want to imagine how Ryun would torture him.
He might really beat the shit out of him and force him to eat it.
Fortunately, Ryun wasn't in the mood to chase him, or perhaps he had ignored Kazuhiko the entire time because he hadn't provoked him further...
"Ryun, you're amazing! Even Fugaku wasn't your match!"
Uchiha Seimaru and Uchiha Senya praised him enthusiastically.
But Ryun's attention wasn't on them. Instead, he looked toward a patch of grass.
"Three of you, the fight's over. Aren't you coming out yet?"
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