What he didn't know was that Ning Feng's strength had already far surpassed the so-called elites of the Iron Hand Organization.
In the current Naruto world, the highest-level players had only reached around Level 45.
Converted into ninja ranks, that was merely around the level of a Chunin.
Ning Feng, on the other hand, had already crossed the thresholds of Special Jonin, Jonin, ANBU, and Kage-level combatants...
Directly reaching the realm of a Super Kage.
Naturally, the techniques he wielded were far beyond the comprehension of ordinary Chunin-level players.
"You're from Iron Hand?"
The Shadow Clone behind him ignored his question and merely stared coldly at Bloodhand, the blade still pressed against his vital point.
"Heh... so what if I am?"
Bloodhand looked at Ning Feng provocatively.
His head had twisted almost completely backward.
Clearly, he had undergone some sort of bodily modification.
A normal human body couldn't rotate like that.
Ning Feng nodded.
Without another word, he thrust his blade straight through Bloodhand's heart.
Puchi!
The blade pierced cleanly through his body without meeting any resistance.
"Is that all you've got?"
Bloodhand sneered.
He casually stepped backward, pulling the blade out of his own body.
"It seems your body is rather unusual."
The Shadow Clone glanced curiously at the area beneath Bloodhand's black robe.
Only a small amount of blood seeped out before the flesh began wriggling and repairing itself.
Ning Feng's strike had contained a substantial amount of Lightning Release chakra.
Yet the wound was healing almost instantly.
Whoosh!
Another sharp sound cut through the air.
Bloodhand noticed Ning Feng's true body rapidly approaching.
A faint smile curled beneath his hood.
He raised both hands.
Immediately, the ground beneath Ning Feng began to churn as blood-red liquid erupted upward like molten lava.
"This is..."
Ning Feng calmly dodged backward and looked at Bloodhand.
"Witchcraft?"
"Oh?"
Bloodhand seemed surprised.
The words Ning Feng had spoken were in fluent English.
"This isn't witchcraft. If I had to classify it, it's a blood secret art. You could even consider it a type of ninjutsu."
Bloodhand shrugged.
In his eyes, Ning Feng was already a dead man.
Behind him, the Shadow Clone had unknowingly been seized by a blood-red hand emerging from the ground.
The hand was almost tangible.
Mysterious translucent patterns covered its surface.
Its claws were enormous and razor-sharp, resembling the hand of a demon crawling out of hell itself.
"Interesting."
Ning Feng smiled.
Dodging the surging blood-like liquid, he drew his Kusanagi Sword and slashed.
A razor-sharp blade wave shot forth.
It was another secret art he had learned in the Land of Iron.
Once swordsmanship reached its peak, sword energy could be projected outward for mid- and long-range attacks.
"That blade energy..."
Bloodhand's ever-present smile suddenly faltered.
He hastily dodged.
He could tell immediately—
If he took that attack head-on, even his Blood Demon Body would require considerable time to recover.
"Oh? So your physique isn't completely immune to damage after all."
Ning Feng raised an eyebrow and mocked him while avoiding another blood-forged blade.
"Heh... it's more than enough to deal with you."
Bloodhand's expression finally became serious.
That sword strike alone was something only a handful of masters within Iron Hand could replicate.
Only the organization's most renowned sword specialists could produce such terrifying blade energy.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
This battle was taking place in the middle of a city street.
Countless Chinese civilians were watching.
If he revealed abilities like Susanoo, it would only create unnecessary complications.
With that thought, chakra surged through his throat.
A gigantic blazing fireball erupted from his mouth.
"So huge?"
Bloodhand's pupils contracted.
Even Iron Hand's leader couldn't produce a Great Fireball of this magnitude.
It covered nearly the entire area around him.
What Bloodhand didn't realize was that the technique's size wasn't its most frightening aspect.
Its temperature and destructive power far exceeded that of an ordinary Great Fireball.
After awakening the Rinnegan, Ning Feng had pushed the nature transformation of all five elemental releases to their limits.
Combined with the enhancement provided by his Uchiha bloodline...
Even the simplest technique became monstrously powerful in his hands.
"I can't block this!"
The moment he saw the fireball, Bloodhand understood.
Turning around, he fled immediately while cursing his own arrogance.
I should've listened to Wolf and made a proper plan...
But what the hell is this Chinese guy?
No one in our organization can casually throw around attacks like this!
"Trying to run?"
A smile appeared on Ning Feng's face.
He raised a hand toward Bloodhand.
"Universal Pull!"
One of the Deva Path abilities of the Rinnegan.
Attraction.
Bloodhand suddenly felt an overwhelming force pulling from behind.
His sprint abruptly halted.
The next moment, his body was dragged backward against his will.
"AAAAAH!"
Bloodhand stared in horror as everything around him rushed away.
His face turned deathly pale.
The Great Fireball slammed into him.
The blazing inferno engulfed him completely.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Bloodhand screamed miserably.
But the sea of flames swallowed him without mercy.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
His voice became distorted from agony.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.
The surrounding crowd stopped running and stared in shock at Bloodhand writhing within the flames.
At the same time, they looked at the handsome young man with newfound fear.
Such a terrifying fireball...
And it had come from someone so young?
"Weren't you acting pretty tough just now?"
Ning Feng yawned lazily while watching Bloodhand roll across the ground.
"I was wrong! Please spare me! Whatever information you want about Iron Hand—"
Bloodhand frantically begged.
The flames clung to his body like parasites.
Although his Blood Demon Body continuously regenerated his flesh, the burning far outpaced the healing.
At this rate, he would be reduced to ashes within moments.
Snap.
Ning Feng snapped his fingers.
Instantly, all the flames vanished.
"Information about Iron Hand, huh?"
Bloodhand nodded repeatedly while desperately circulating blood energy to heal himself faster.
The surrounding spectators watched in amazement.
A single snap of his fingers had extinguished every trace of fire.
It was almost like magic.
In reality, Ning Feng's Fire Release mastery had reached such a level that he could control his techniques at will.
The Rinnegan's power played a role as well.
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