His face was covered in blood, and his scarlet eyes were even scarier. He stared at the ground in confusion, his head buzzing.
The nosebleeds and saliva were mixed with blood, slowly dripping onto the wet ground.
His body was trembling, and huge anger filled his body and mind.
I have lived for nearly thirty years, but today I am so humiliated by a little girl. If I don't take revenge, I will be an Uchiha in vain!
"Now do you know what's wrong?"
Zhili didn't seem to be pursuing, and asked on the spot.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" roaring, the strength filling the whole body from nowhere, the Uchiha with eyes spitting fire jumped up from the ground, turned around, took out the kunai, and rushed towards Jiri, all his movements were done in one go, and his skills were crisp and clean.
, the face is twisted and ferocious.
As an elite, Uchiha is not a weakling.
With a snap, the Uchiha man suddenly landed heavily on his knees and knelt on the ground.
This was not his original intention, and he looked at Zhili in confusion.
The surrounding ninjas all shrank their eyes, completely unable to understand what was happening.
"It seems like it was a medical ninjutsu, and the nerves in the legs were severed." A jounin said.
Chakra scalpel, this technique is not uncommon, there are a lot of people in the hospital who know it.
What is strange is how Zhili cut off the nerve in full view of the public.
But the situation on the field no longer allowed for more thinking.
"You know you're wrong?" Jiri asked, looking at Uchiha kneeling in front of him.
"Uchiha Jiri!!!"
"you wanna die!!!"
"Wrong answer." He twisted around and kicked again, this time, ruthlessly hitting the other half of his face.
The Uchiha man howled miserably and flew out.
The surrounding villagers were silent, feeling their teeth sore and their bodies chilling.
Although he was not the one being hit, he couldn't help but feel fear, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
Is this the real Uchiha?
When the Jonin looked at Jiri's figure on the field, his pupils shrank. Isn't this an illusion?
He couldn't help but lick his dry lips.
It's more difficult than you can imagine. If you fight against it, you don't even know how you will die.
Unlike other Uchihas, the cheap tactic of two-on-one surrounding one's back has no effect.
Jiri stepped forward slowly and walked up to the Uchiha man. With an expressionless and indifferent look on his face, he asked repeatedly: "Do you know you are wrong?"
"Uchiha Jiri!!!" the man yelled angrily.
What answered him was a kick from Zhili.
He was kicked and flew up, flying upside down and tumbling down the street.
Covered in dust and blood, he lay on the ground in a miserable state.
The surrounding villagers were frightened and hurriedly got out of the way.
At this time, is it Uchiha's glory that is embarrassed?
The powerful Uchiha ninja was beaten like a grandson.
No, in the eyes of the villagers at this time, only the Uchiha clan was powerful.
Looking at Zhili walking slowly, he swallowed his saliva nervously.
On its back, the Uchiha clan's Uchiha clan emblem is eye-catching.
"wrong answer."
The scarlet samba pattern turns coldly.
Zhili asked.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
The man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit. His scarlet eyes looked directly at Zhili. He did not give in.
Zhili stepped forward slowly and kicked him away.
The ninja was flying backwards and tumbling down the street.
Zhili stepped forward and asked again.
The man cursed loudly.
Zhili kicked him away.
Repeat the question.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
Uchiha laughed wildly and did not give in.
"Wrong!? What's wrong with me!? Kill me if you dare! Uchiha Jiri!"
Zhili will not kill him.
Staring at this typical Uchiha.
Kicked him away hard.
The sound of bones breaking is clearly audible.
Stepping forward, Zhili asked as usual.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
Unyielding as always.
Such a continuous cycle.
Zhili kicked him all the way to the end of the street.
ask.
Kick away.
ask.
repeat.
The onlookers remained silent, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly into Zhili's scarlet eyes.
My hands and feet are cold and sweaty.
Too cruel! Too miserable!
I was wondering if I should be more polite to Uchiha and greet him with a smile in the future.
The villagers didn't want to end up like this, miserable being beaten from the street to the end of the street.
The inner wailing continued.
Terrible! Terrible! Terrible!
He firmly remembered the name of the girl in front of him.
Uchiha Chiri.
Zhili stepped forward and stepped on the opponent's head. Under the continuous heavy blows, his consciousness was almost blurred, his pupils were dilated, and Zhili's scarlet striations were reflected in the dark eyes.
"Let me tell you, idiot."
"You are wrong because you are too weak."
"Weak people should act like weak people!"
"Don't challenge my patience again and again!"
"The patience of the strong!"
"Uchiha's patience!!!"
This guy can no longer hear clearly.
But these words were not addressed to him alone.
Zhili kicked him hard, and the latter hunched over like a shrimp, swept out of the street, and completely lost consciousness.
All the villagers lowered their heads, not daring to look at the tyrant-like Zhili.
The long street seemed silent, except for the low breathing of a group of people.
Zhili showed a smile on his face and said, "Everyone, everything is fine."
Everyone who heard this looked at the gentle smile on Zhili's face and felt a chill in their hearts.
"It's causing trouble for everyone."
Saying this, Zhili bowed politely, showing the good manners of a big family.
"No trouble, no trouble!" Some villagers were shocked, with forced smiles on their faces, and subconsciously agreed.
"I'm sorry for surprising everyone."
Zhili continued.
Look at the man lying on the street.
"This guy, please help send him to the hospital. I have other things to do. If you find it annoying, it doesn't matter if you leave him alone."
Zhili said with a gentle smile.
The smile is as gentle as the sunshine in winter.
Everyone just felt their scalps were numb.
No one answered.
"What? Is it troublesome? No one answers me?"
Zhili's smile faded, his face was expressionless, his scarlet striations turned, and he scanned the crowd.
"I come!!!"
"Don't worry!!! We will send him to the hospital! Leave it to me! How can it be troublesome for someone from a village? It's not troublesome at all!"
"Thank you all so much." Zhili smiled and said, "Then I'll take care of you."