Red Dust

Ye Mu, who was not able to withstand the attack in the first place, was defeated like this.

"You should be content to let me spend so much chakra performing ninjutsu to win. It was originally a trump card that would only be exposed in the Chunin exam."

Daimaru checked the night eye injury a little, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he walked towards Mo Chen, who was still breathing.

"If your trump card is only this level, in the Chunin exam, there should be no place for you, bastard!"

Daimaru twisted his neck and moved his wrist.

"Referee, can we start?"

"can."

Momo is not angry with Daimaru, who is rudely spewing foul language,

"Is it angry because I injured your teammate?"

"No, I'm not strong enough, and I can't blame others for defeat! I just don't like your face that seems to have everything under control. I really want to punch and see if there are other expressions."

"You can try, if you can!"

"Then I'm welcome!"

Daimaru smiled brightly.

"I like beating up someone who doesn't look good. I like it the most."

Daimaru, who was talking, stepped forward suddenly with his right foot. The sand on the ground was like undulating waves, and the shaking horizon made it unsteady to stand.

In an instant, a sand wave rose from the ground and slapped towards the dust.

The dust on the opposite side was not to be outdone, and between the waves, the sand wall stopped in front of him.

"It's not easy to defeat me with this kind of ninjutsu. Your strength and arrogant tone are a bit disproportionate..."

Just as Moe retreated while defending, a vigorous figure passed through the sand waves, smashed through the dirt wall, and came to Moe.

"I used ninjutsu just to say hello to you! When I said I wanted to beat you up, I would definitely use my fists, idiot!"

The heavy punch landed on Mo Chen's cheek, the sunglasses shattered and smashed into the air, there was a cracking sound of dislocation and fracture from the chin, and the neck was twisted to one side and flew backwards.

The winner was decided so quickly that the referee didn't react for a while.

"Hey, are you alright? It doesn't seem like you've fought very hard! Referee, did I win?"

"Winner, Daimaru!"

"Next, let's get started!"

The last guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes and no fancy clothes stepped forward.

"You're so impatient, bastard! Don't compare me to those two useless guys, remember, the one who beat you is called Sand..."

"A lot of nonsense!"

Daimaru plucked out his ears in a leisurely manner, interrupting the opponent's provocation casually,

"Your name is Sha Chen? That's really a coincidence. The uncle, who is known as the red sand dust, thinks you should change your name!"

Chapter 0020

"It was you?"

"You know me?"

Sand dust sneered:

"Your name is still somewhat famous in Xunin. The unfortunate person with mediocre strength, but wishful thinking to pursue that proud Temari, is really shameless."

"Whether it's a good name or a bad name, I'm still famous. It's better not to be too similar to me for the name of an unknown guy like you..."

"I don't want to either. There were people who misunderstood that idiot 'Red Sand Dust' as me before, and it was very hard to explain it clearly..."

"Have you really thought about changing your name?"

"Compared to this, I'm happier to beat up you, the guy who caused me trouble..."

"You made a wrong choice!"

The negotiation failed, and Daimaru's arm, which was a little numb from the shock just now, returned to normal.

"Too stubborn will suffer."

His legs were slightly bent, and then he suddenly exerted his strength, rushed forward, and smashed his right arm with a straight punch.

Snapped!

The fist was held by Sand Chen's left hand, and the two kept fighting.

Daimaru pointed with his left hand like a knife, and stabbed the sand dust chest and abdomen, and was also grabbed by the other's right hand.

"I said, don't compare me to those two idiots..."

"Idiot? You're all mixed up with them, where can you be so smart?"

The left hand closed the knife and turned into a single handprint, and Daimaru's chakra was injected into the sand under his feet.

"Tu Dun·Sand Dance!"

The large piece of land under his feet began to become soft, like a terrifying big mouth, sucking the two down until it was submerged to the waist of the two before it stopped.

"This is……"

Sand Chen looked at the sneering Daimaru in surprise,

"Bury yourself in, what are you thinking?"

"My time is precious and I don't want to waste it on you..."

I'll have to go to Temari to get in touch with each other later. There are really not many opportunities to meet upright, and I can't waste a moment.

"Everyone is stuck in the sand, so you are so sure to beat me in a close-quarters fight?"

Restricted from action, although many methods cannot be used, but wanting to use fists to fight between men, Sand Chen also admits that he will not lose to the guy on the opposite side who starts a duel without a word,

"The passion of punching to the flesh is also a man's romance!"

"Who wants to punch you to the bone?"

Daimaru said disdainfully, and grabbed Sand Chen's arms with his backhand, completely blocking the possibility of his opponent's escape.

"A man's romance, you deserve it too?"

The voice fell, and Daimaru's burly back twitched for a while, and a petite arm stretched out from the somewhat large and fancy shirt, followed by the head, body and legs.

"Are you a puppet master?"

"Yeah, you don't know?"

"Never heard of you having a puppet!"

"Nonsense, I've never used it before, you can only hear it."

"You... In order to defeat me, you actually used a hole card that was never exposed?"

"Little brother, don't put money on your face, even if you don't use the means of a puppet master, you are not an opponent. I just want to make a quick decision, so I want to try to see if you fool will be fooled. In the end, you are good, still take me for a fool..."

The arm-height puppet sat on Daimaru's shoulder, took out the folding fan behind him, slowly spread it out, and pointed the thorn at the end of the fan's bone at Sandy's throat.

"Playing such a trick..."

The dust is still unconvinced,

"You think you can beat me like this? Let's see..."

boom……

With a headbutt, Daimaru swallowed the shaky words of the sand dust,

"The referee, haven't we decided yet? The poison on my puppet is too deadly. I don't have any antidote on my body. It's too troublesome to detoxify.

The referee, who did not show his true face at all, said quietly:

"At a critical moment, ninjas need to recognize the situation clearly, and it's okay to talk big, as long as they can afford the price! As for whether they can survive..."

The referee said chilling words in a negative tone,

"This is just an internal test. If he dies like this, he is unlucky..."

"Is that so..."

puff……

The sharp blade cut through the armor and skin of Sand Dust's body, and pierced into his upper arm.

In just a few breaths, Sha Chen's face turned red at first, then turned pale, and the symptoms of dyspnea became more and more serious, and he fainted after a while.

"Winner, Daimaru!"

When the verdict was announced, the referee hurriedly put a detox pill in the mouth of the sand dust, and then pulled the two out of the quicksand trap together.

"You are very good……"

"Thank you for the compliment! Take the liberty to ask, what's your name?"

"When you can fight side by side with me one day, you will naturally know!"

The referee carried the unconscious dust on his shoulders,

"Your poison is really exaggerated, and taking the antidote pill doesn't have much effect. I'm going to send this kid to first aid. For the rest, you go to Maji Jounin yourself..."

"I'm giving you trouble!"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure in front of him disappeared.

"Junin's telekinesis is so fast, I can't even react!"

Daimaru, who shook his head, patted the dust on his body, and let Yemu, who was slightly injured, support Chien, who had just woken up and was still a little out of strength, and walked towards the center of the examination room where Magi Jounin was.

"Have we won?"

I didn't know Qian who only saw the ending. So, watching Daimaru's three-and-five-two-five-two defeat Yemu, my heart was so complicated that I didn't know how to express it.

"With me here, a test of this level is perfectly fine."

The loss is unclear, the win is unclear, the two female ninjas rejoiced, and the sense of crisis also surfaced in their hearts.