Uchiha's God of Muscle.

Then he understood.

It's definitely not that there are too many flaws, but because of its rough skin and thick flesh, it doesn't bother to defend at all.

Itachi's fists and feet hit Duan's body, not only couldn't break through the defense, but it was like hitting an iron plate, and he was in excruciating pain.

The difference in physical strength between the two is too great.

at this time.

Duan tightened his abdomen and raised his chest, then blew it out in one breath.

Woo woo woo.

This breath instantly turned into a gust of wind, accompanied by piercing whistling, rolled up flying sand and rocks, hitting Itachi's body like a cannonball.

Violent and fierce.

This is not some wind escape ninjutsu, it is simply the gas blown out by the function of human lungs.

Itachi was caught off guard and was blown upside down, losing his balance in mid-air.

But he didn't panic in the slightest, but quickly made a tiger mark with his hands, and opened his mouth to spray.

Art fire escape ho fireball.

call!

A scorching fireball fell from the sky and smashed towards Duan Dang's head.

Fire beats the wind.

The breath that Duan blew out was actually used by Duan to fuel the power of Hao Fireball and make it burn more violently.

Itachi is worthy of the name of a genius, and has no shortcomings in Ninja, Physical, and Illusion.

Face Howe Fireball.

Duan had no intention of dodging, and directly met it with his body, slashing with a hand knife, splitting the big fireball in half from the middle.

Hao fireball, the art of kindness.

It is difficult to pose a threat to strong enemies, and more often it is used as a feint to confuse the enemy's sight or distract them.

Itachi does just that.

Shhhhhh.

The moment Hao's fireball was broken, a large number of shurikens flew towards him.

clang clang.

They collided and changed directions one after another in the air, and finally surrounded Duo from all angles, aiming at all parts of his body.

"sharp."

Duan praised, this kind of delicate shuriken manipulation not only requires years of hard training, but also involves a lot of knowledge in physics and mathematics.

It is a technique that only a genius with both intelligence and force like Itachi can master.

Not like broken.

As his muscles get stronger and stronger, he becomes less and less lazy to think about problems with his brain.after all--

If there is something, just use your muscles to solve it.

Just like this menacing shuriken offensive.

Duan stood motionless on the spot, but tensed the muscles of his whole body, and immediately activated the body of the golden bell, blocking all the shurikens.

He frowned and asked Itachi:

"Why did you show mercy and didn't aim at my eyes and crotch and other fatal parts? Are you looking down on my uncle?"

Although the broken body is as strong as steel, the weak point like the eyes is still very fragile, and it is afraid of being attacked.

It is equivalent to the life gate of the golden bell.

"I……"

Just as Itachi opened his mouth, he took a step of seven or eight meters and punched his nephew.

hum.

This punch seemed simple and unpretentious, but it squirmed at a very high frequency, giving people a sense of emptiness.

In the eyes of the ferret.

Everything in the world seems to be rapidly moving away from him until it disappears, and finally there is only a piece of whiteness left, and——

broken fist.

The fist became bigger and bigger, and finally it was as tall as a thousand-meter mountain, but Itachi himself became as small as an ant, unable to move under the pressure of the mountain.

This is... an illusion!

Itachi suddenly came back to his senses, resisted with the power of Sharingan pupils, and finally broke free from the illusion and returned to reality.

And at this time, the broken fist has arrived.

Snapped!

At the last moment, Duan turned his fist into a palm and slapped Itachi on the face.

Itachi felt a darkness before his eyes, so he flew out like a cloud and fog, and finally hit a pillar in the corridor with a "bang".

There was a buzzing in his head, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't tell the north, south, east, and west.

It took a long time to get up from the ground.

"Itachi, are you... okay?"

Samuel hurriedly stepped forward to check on Itachi's injuries, and found that the latter's mouth was covered in blood, and even a few teeth had been slapped out.

Half of his face was swollen.

Miserable.

This is Uchiha Duan's "Personality Modification Palm".

Like Naruto Uzumaki, he is clumsy and not good at preaching, and he is not sure about changing Itachi's thoughts from the spiritual level, so he can only change it from the physical level.

From today.

He must formally educate his nephew as an uncle so that Itachi can return to the right path.

"curator……"

Samuel picked up Itachi's teeth and asked Duan with his eyes if the shot was too hard.

"It's okay, at his age it's time to change teeth, all the ones that fall out should be deciduous teeth." Duan didn't take it seriously.

Itachi: "..."

He really wanted to say that the teeth that had been slapped off by his uncle had just grown new ones.

But he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he could only swallow his grievances.

Chapter 24, chicken breast juice of love

"I understand your strength, let's stop here for today's discussion and take a rest."

Duan patted Itachi on the shoulder and walked into the hall.

"this is for you."

Samui handed Itachi an ice pack and asked him to apply it on his cheeks.

"Thank you."

Itachi held the ice pack in his hand, although his cheek hurt, but he was more concerned about his uncle's punch just now.

Why did I fall into the illusion?

Uncle obviously didn't open Sharingan, and didn't make eye contact with him, yet he let him fall into a hallucination, which is simply unimaginable.

Could it be that Duan can release illusions with his fists?

Is this possible?

Itachi frowned, puzzled.

While he was thinking hard.

"Enough rest, let's start exercising."

Duan walked over with a pair of dumbbells in hand, and said to his nephew, "From today onwards, you will practice six times a week, cycling through the chest, back, arms, shoulders, and legs in sequence, without letting up."

With a bang, Duan threw the dumbbells in front of Itachi and told Samyi: "You will be Itachi's coach and guide his movements."

"Yes, curator."

Samuel agreed.She followed suit and worked from morning to night for three years every day, and she can be regarded as a professional fitness trainer.

then.

Under the guidance of Samui, Uchiha Itachi officially started his fitness path.

Duan stood aside, eating the steak with relish, giving pointers from time to time.

Soon, two hours passed.

"Ho...ho..."

Itachi was lying face up on the ground, with his face flushed and sweating profusely, his chest heaving violently and panting heavily.

Fitness is much more difficult and tiring than he imagined.

During the exercise just now.

Samui asked Itachi not to use chakra, and could only rely on the strength of his body, not only ordering him to complete every movement standardly, but also constantly increasing the weight.

Until breaking through the limit of Itachi.

After all this tossing, Itachi's chest muscles and arms were extremely sore, accompanied by a strong sense of tearing.

Practiced in place.

However, the "torture" of Itachi is not over yet.

Duan took out a large piece of fresh chicken breast from the refrigerator and threw it directly into the juicer. After some stirring, it turned into a brown viscous liquid.

At least one liter.

In Itachi's surprised and terrified eyes, Duan handed the big glass of chicken breast juice to his nephew's mouth.

"When children are growing up, they need to add more nutrients, especially protein. You can't eat when your teeth are out. This cup of chicken breast juice is clean and hygienic. Drink it."

Duan showed a smile.

This cup of rich chicken breast juice represents the love of the uncle to the nephew.

"..."

Itachi showed embarrassment, but still took it with both hands, then raised it up, closed his eyes and drank it in one breath.

This thing smells like chicken shit.

Itachi couldn't help putting on the "pain mask", and his stomach convulsed, and he was about to vomit.

"Don't vomit, if you vomit, drink it for nothing."

He kept pressing his nephew's shoulders, and said earnestly, "From now on, you will drink a glass of chicken breast juice every day to keep fit. My poor nephew, who was only 11 years old, went to work in the dark department every day. If he is exhausted, It's not good to die young."

As far as I know.

The Itachi in the original book seems to be suffering from lung disease from overwork, and coughed himself up.

But at the age of 24, he has never had a cold or fever since he was a child. The most direct reason is that he is very strong.

Therefore, ferrets gain some muscle, which is good for health.

"Thank you, uncle."

Regarding Duan's concern, Itachi squeezed out a smile, although the smile was a bit ugly, but it was the first time he smiled after coming here.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."