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Hinata's voice had never been so cold. Perhaps even she herself found it contemptible, but she didn't dwell on it. With a breathtaking display of strength, she slammed the one-legged rogue ninja directly to the ground before her. After all, he was already missing a leg. He had no way of standing steadily.
He only needed to be moved one step. Even if it was only a single step. He would fall directly backward, and the moment he hit the ground, the last thought in this Grass Ninja's heart was... *I'm afraid I'll die here today.* And reality proved him right. A kunai pierced through his throat. Instantly, it severed a part of his throat. Blood flowed out along the kunai, and crystalline drops of blood fell.
"Painting" several plum blossoms on the ground beneath his feet. The blood entered his windpipe, instantly blocking his opponent's airway. A feeling of suffocation surged into his heart, and this Grass Ninja frantically clutched his throat, even desperately reaching his hand into the wound. He wanted to pull the blood blocking his windpipe out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't extract the liquid blood from his body.
He even managed to enlarge the wound on his throat considerably. "Ugh... ugh... ugh ugh ugh..." With venomous eyes, he stared fixedly at the young Konoha ninja before him. Whatever he wanted to say, whatever curse he wanted to hurl at her, he simply couldn't articulate it. The rapid loss of blood made his brain increasingly hazy, and his vision grew blurrier. He lay powerlessly on the damp earth. His eyes, wide open in death, stared blankly. His face was filled with unwilling indignation.
He even carried a hint of confusion. His confusion was... because Hinata looked no older than eighteen, perhaps even younger than fifteen. How could such a young brat possess such immense strength? To be able to kill a Chunin. And what filled him with the most despair was Hinata's terrifying power. It left him with no room to resist whatsoever. Even the companion who tried to help him... was sent flying several tens of meters away... Although this fellow still had his last breath, he wasn't going to die that quickly at present. After all, even an ordinary person whose throat was cut would need a little time to die.
But Hinata knew... this guy wouldn't live much longer. Her gaze shifted to the other rogue ninja whom she had kicked. But when her gaze swept over, there was already no one there. Hinata's *Byakugan* swept around. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, then slowly relaxed: "He hasn't escaped beyond a kilometer. You can't escape the detection range of my *Byakugan*. Did he run to the east?!" Feeling her current physical strength, she swiftly pursued him in that direction. Although she had been continuously using the Six Styles of the Navy. And the Six Styles were very chakra-consuming.
It was still within an acceptable range. *Shun!* *Shun!* *Shun!* *Shun!* Her body shifted tens of meters with each *Shun*, incredibly fast. When using *Shun*, unless a ninja had extremely quick reactions, they would struggle to even glimpse her afterimages. Hundreds of meters away from Hinata, a very miserable figure was continuously leaping and running through the trees, only his appearance was particularly wretched. The Grass Ninja named Fazhuo had a hint of pain on his face. He was desperately fleeing forward, while clutching his abdomen with one hand.
He felt that his intestines were likely ruptured from that kick. A trickle of blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth. It was enough to show that the kick just now... had nearly killed him. "That guy's close-quarters combat is too terrifying. He had absolutely no power to resist, and he even grabbed that sharp kunai directly in his hand." "Cough, cough... I almost lost consciousness from that kick. If I keep going like this, I'm definitely going to die. As for that guy with the broken leg, he's probably already lost too much blood. I don't want to die so quickly." "If I run to a more populated area, she shouldn't dare to act rashly, right?!" "After all, a Konoha ninja killing someone in the Land of Water..." "That would simply be a challenge to the Land of Water!" ......... After these thoughts flashed through his mind, his speed involuntarily picked up a few notches. He completely disregarded his chakra consumption. The faster he ran, the better. Anything was better than dying.
He didn't want to be killed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape to the Land of Water. As for the three "companions" who died by Hinata's hand?! Sorry... there wasn't a trace of pity in this rogue ninja's heart, because in his eyes, the deaths of his companions increased his own chances of survival. Because those companions had stalled that Konoha ninja, buying him time to escape. "I remember there's a large town not far ahead. There must be many ninjas there, possibly even high-ranking ninjas from the Land of Water. As long as I reach there, I'll have a seventy percent chance of survival." Just as he muttered to himself, a strange sound came from behind him. The Grass Ninja named Fazhuo's pupils constricted. He hastily turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. "How could this be... This guy actually caught up so quickly?!" His expression changed drastically. At first, he had been somewhat relieved. Because he thought there was a good chance he could survive today. The unexpected outcome was... The opponent had actually caught up! This was too fast?! "Damn it... That one-legged idiot couldn't even delay her for a minute? He's practically trash, and he can still be a Chunin?" He cursed silently in his heart, already using a secret technique of his body.