C30 You Actually Don't Follow the Rules!!

"Whoosh!"

Umekawa Shimasuke drew his sword to fight back, but the moment he started fighting, his expression changed, and a faint trace of blood appeared on his face.

"Lion Combo!"

Natsume Yang, who was half as tall as Umekawa Shimasuke, suddenly shook his right arm. Borrowing this force, he bounced up and kicked towards Umekawa Shimasuke's head.

"Bam!"

Umekawa Shimasuke did not expect that Natsume Yang, who was not very old, would be so strong. His left arm barely protected his head, and he was sent flying by Natsume Yang's kick.

"Wind style, Wind Cutting Jutsu!"

Natsume Yang did not give Umekawa Shimasuke any chance to react. He slashed out a fast Wind Blade with his sword, tearing through the air and rushing in front of Umekawa Shimasuke. It made his hair stand on end, and his pupils instantly shrank into the shape of a needle.

Under the extreme danger of life and death, Umekawa Shimasuke was unable to think too much. He immediately held his long sword horizontally in front of him, wanting to block this move.

"Whoosh!"

However, Umekawa Shimasuke had still underestimated this Wind Blade. The long sword was broken, and his entire body felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and he heavily crashed into a big tree like a sandbag.

"Are you only this strong as a B-ranked traitor? Could it be that the Shadow Department's evaluation was wrong?" Natsume Yang looked at Umekawa Shimasuke, who had been easily repelled by him, and said with some doubt.

"You, I am angry!"

Just as Natsume Yang was still confused, Umekawa Shimasuke, who was sent flying by him, stood up from the ground. His aura surged, and he broke through the level of a chionin, causing Natsume Yang to be shocked.

At this time, he finally understood why this mission was B grade. It turned out that this Umekawa Shimasuke's strength had really reached the level of a B grade mission.

Natsume Yang no longer had any more time to think about other things, because the surging aura of Umekawa Shimasuke had already rushed towards him like a cannonball.

"Whoosh!"

Umekawa Shimasuke's fists heavily smashed onto Natsume Yang's short blade. The huge force caused Natsume Yang to groan and take two steps back.

"Kid, you actually dare to injure me. Go to hell!"

Umekawa Shimasuke suddenly raised his right arm, causing the air to tremble slightly. Then, he directly punched towards Natsume Yang's head.

"Pfft!"

The huge pressure from the huge force caused Natsume Yang to be unable to even use the Surrogate Technique, which was basically a ninja technique. He was directly blown away by the force and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wuuwaa!"

After Natsume Yang landed on the ground, he did not even get up before his face turned red again. His throat surged, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Go to hell!"

If Umekawa Shimasuke did not take advantage of his illness to kill him, then he would really be a fool.

"Bam!"

Natsume Yang narrowly dodged the attack, but before he had the chance to catch his breath, Umekawa Shimasuke's huge fist had already zoomed in his eyes. He already had no time to dodge.

"Pfft!"

Natsume Yang felt a huge force in his chest. He clearly heard the sound of his chest cracking. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood and was immediately grabbed by Umekawa Shimasuke's neck. He was lifted up like a chicken.

"Damn it, I can't breathe anymore!"

Natsume Yang suddenly felt a suffocating feeling. His head swelled up, and his vision quickly blurred. His eyeballs kept swelling up, and his capillaries quickly filled his entire eyeball.

"Die, brat!"

Umekawa Shimasuke gradually increased the strength of his arm, and his face was extremely ferocious.

If Natsume Yang hadn't used any special methods, his life would have ended here.