Konoha's talent

Saitama has insight into everything and has already taken evasive actions.

So Itachi's blade just wiped his clothes and made a cut, not even a trace of injury was caused.

And this evasion made Saitama and Itachi stand side by side.

The two pairs of kaleidoscope writing wheel eyes are looking at each other diagonally, and Saitama can even clearly see a trace of fear in the depth of each other's eyes.

Huh!

He raised his arm and shot out with his elbow.

The massive Chidori flow blessed on it brought a fixed tons of damage to the elbow attack.

Itachi Uchiha had no time to dodge. The corner of his mouth was still smiling because he blocked Saitama's retreat. At this time, he was hit by Saitama's elbow.

Bang--

His Shang itself seemed to be detached from the body to do it alone, directly smashing in the opposite direction, and his strong strength made it impossible for him to reverse this process.

"Puff!"

Uchiha Itachi's face also continued to deform, and several blood-stained teeth fell out of his slightly opened mouth along with the spewing blood.

"Itachi!"

Shisui saw everything, and Susao's sword also moved towards Saitama in the next second. It was obvious that the three of them had launched a siege on Saitama, but why did it still seem to have no effect at all?

boom--

There was a long and narrow knife mark on the ground. Although it didn't hit Saitama, it still prevented Saitama's subsequent attack and separated him from Uchiha Itachi.

But Itachi, who was hit by a elbow from Saitama, turned into a cannonball and fell into the ruins in the distance, without responding for a long time.

Saitama dodges Shisui's attack and landed easily, and did not forcefully pursue Uchiha Itachi. Instead, he paused with his hands on both sides of his body, and then looked at the soil and Shisui who stood in two different positions and were extremely alert to him.

Although they are all very powerful ninjas, they still behave weakly when facing him.

There is a reason why Saitama understands them very well, but more of his own strength is enough to crush.

Kunai was holding in his hand with the soil, and the other hand was trembling slightly behind him.

In the confrontation just now, although he didn't suffer much, he was still at the bottom, and the quality of Helix Maru was still inferior to his opponent Saitama.

Looking at the other side's calm appearance really made them as opponents very angry.

Say that he is strong, it seems that you can see the back of the other person when you try hard; if you say that he is not strong, after the hard work, it is still the result of being pressed and beaten.

It seems that all resistance, effort and struggle are useless, the other party always holds the initiative of all, but from time to time he releases a glimmer of hope and let himself and others chase it?

Bringing the soil and stopping the water glanced in the direction of Itachi with the left light, and my heart was a little complicated.

The presence of the soil just now gave them a tacit understanding of a strategy almost instantly, so they attacked Saitama again.

But the result is obviously not good, and it can even be said to be a failure.

"Cough...cough!"

Uchiha Itachi came out of a mess, spewing bloody mud and saliva from his mouth, and his left cheek was seriously deformed, as if it were a bun.

Although he was hit hard by Saitama, his mentality is still very stable.

So he didn't care about the injuries on his body. After he got up, he stared directly at Saitama and formed a triangular position with the other two to cover the target.

The scene was calm for a while.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to learn the Flying Thunder God. Last time I said you were trash, maybe I was wrong."

Looking at the soil, Saitama chuckled softly, then said.

"There are still many places you are surprised. I will let you know that the efforts of the tail of the crane cannot be ignored! As a betrayer, you will never be able to understand some of our thoughts."

Uchiha listened to the faint mocking tone in Saitama's words, and tightened the kunai in his hand and taunted it back.

It has been a long time since he was waiting for the day when he played against Saitama again.

The last time he was crushed and defeated by the opponent is something he will never forget.

Maybe today I can lift the veil of that shadow, and no longer haunt him like a nightmare.

This can be regarded as a reward for his recent efforts.

"It seems that although you have mastered the Flying Thunder God, you still haven't been able to get rid of your careless character, ninja affairs, how can you not be cautious. Don't forget, you will, and I will too."

"Ok?"

Suzuto sensed something wrong, and moved his gaze slightly down, and landed on the palm of his hand that had just touched Saitama.

Near the wrist, a row of tadpole-like lines clearly appeared in a place not easily noticeable by the line of sight.

There is no need to think too much, he knows that it is the technique of Flying Thunder God!

But it seems to be too late.

"So last time I said that you were rubbish, or light, you are simply an idiot and rubbish!"

Saitama appeared abruptly behind the dirt, put his head close to the back of his neck and talked, holding his hand behind him with one hand, and pressing his back with the other.

A cold sweat came out, and the soiled body instantly stiffened.

He didn't know when Saitama left his technique on his wrist. The contact between the two was only the bombardment of Helix Maru.

So at such a critical moment, Saitama still has time to do this?

Sure enough, for the mastery of ninjutsu, the gap between the two appeared immediately.

Zizi--

The skin on the back caused a layer of goose bumps, which was an attack by the Chidori style from Saitama.

Huh!

It was too late to continue thinking, and instantly disappeared in place.

And almost at the moment when he disappeared, a blue and white lightning beam penetrated his original position and sank directly into the ground.

Inside a small black hole, black smoke slowly rose, indicating the strength of the blow.