Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Time was on his side; the other party was talkative, so he didn't mind.

They even wished the other party would say a few more words.

"Curiosity killed the cat, buddy. Listen to me, I'll just give you one hit, and you'll pass out so you can explain yourself later, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zabuza saw Zheng Jing's figure suddenly disappear.

Just as he was about to make a move, a large hand grabbed the top of his head.

With a clench of his five fingers and a burst of force, Zabuza was struck as if by lightning. His whole body trembled for a moment, then his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

Zheng Jinggang helped him up, but before he could even make a few jokes, his eyebrows suddenly lifted.

"Boom!!"

The ceiling directly above him suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterward, a petite figure, kicking up dust, twirled a long weapon in her hand and struck Zheng Jing head-on!

Chapter 211: You chase me, if you catch me

With his left hand holding the unconscious Zabuza, Zheng Jing raised his right hand.

"when!"

The coral staff, imbued with chakra, struck Zheng Jing's palm, instantly producing a resounding clang.

"His strength is a bit less than that of the three generations of old men."

Following the coral stick, Zheng Jing looked at the petite figure that had landed.

Standing at just 1.5 meters tall, with a youthful face that looks as cute as a teenager, he is actually a grandfather whose grandson is almost a year old.

This is the Fourth Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi.

"However, he's a bit more lovable than the three-generation old man."

Zheng Jing clicked his tongue: "You just look like you didn't sleep well, little brother."

With dark circles under his eyes, Yagura remained silent, but his expression was fierce as he activated the chakra within his body.

In an instant, clusters of gray-green coral sprouted from Zheng Jing's body, centered on the palm of his hand that held the coral stick.

The experienced Yagura Karatachi judged that the mysterious man in front of him was likely a ninja skilled in taijutsu, or at least adept at close combat, based on his ability to catch the man's deadly attack with one hand.

And against this type of ninja, his Sango is invincible!

"Oh?"

Looking at the gray-green coral that had spread over his wrist and was now moving up his forearm toward his elbow, Zheng Jing glanced at it curiously for a few moments.

Then, I slightly tensed the muscles in my forearm.

"Crack—"

Yagura heard several crisp sounds in succession. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw that the corals growing on Zheng Jing's hands had all shattered and scattered sparsely, clearly exposing Zheng Jing's unharmed hands to his eyes.

"Let me think about it, it seems like that..."

Before Yagura could react, Zheng Jing muttered something to himself, and then, clusters of golden coral suddenly grew on Yagura's coral stick!

It grew so fast that it almost instantly enveloped the entire coral rod, and it looked like it was about to climb up Yagura's hands along the handle.

Yagura's pupils contracted, and he quickly let go, leaping backward to distance himself from Zheng Jing.

"Ha ha!"

Without any intention of pursuing, Zheng Jing turned his wrist and examined the object in his hand, which looked more like a strange work of art than a weapon, over and over.

"Wow, I've really learned this trick! I can use it to make crafts for Lao Qing and Lao Lan's birthday parties in the future!"

"...What did you do?"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Yagura's deep, stern question, Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Haven't you heard Uncle Neil mention it?"

"Uncle Neil?"

"correct."

Zheng Jing tossed a golden coral pillar, as tall as a person, into his hand.

"It's not only great artists who can create good works. Give it a try, you can definitely do it!"

Yagura frowned deeply.

At that moment, figures darted out from all directions and landed in the arena.

Several people surrounded Zheng Jing, while others protected Yagura.

"Lord Yagura! I'm late! Are you alright?"

Terumi Mei, who had rushed over, asked.

She happened to be working in the Mizukage Building that day, and after hearing the commotion of Yagura and Zheng Jing fighting, she immediately rushed over, just like the other Kirigakure ANBU ninjas responsible for protecting Yagura.

Despite Mei's concern, Yagura didn't even glance at the Kirigakure ninjas who had rushed over.

He kept his eyes fixed on Zheng Jing, as if Zheng Jing would disappear the moment he blinked.

Who are you?

"DOMO, the monster slayer DESU."

Monster Slayer?

Yagura, who had never heard of this name before, glanced at Mei Terumi beside him. When Mei Terumi quietly shook her head to indicate that she did not know, he became even more agitated.

"That ninja who said he wanted to report to me just now, was that you in disguise? What exactly is your purpose? If you tell the truth, I might spare your life."

"Wow! That's terrifying!"

Zheng Jing, carrying Zabuza, paced back and forth as if he hadn't even seen the Hidden Mist ninjas surrounding him, peering around and looking Yagura up and down.

"Why are you so arrogant? Even Scorpion can't compare to you when it comes to male brats!"

"You all step back."

His already limited patience was completely exhausted, and Yagura waved his hand to give the order.

After exchanging only one blow, Yagura knew that the man before him was no ordinary person.

Only if he takes action personally can he possibly defeat it.

However, just as the Hidden Mist ninjas slowly retreated and Yagura was preparing to make another move, Zheng Jing shook his head and stretched out a finger.

"Certainly."

In an instant, the group of Hidden Mist ninjas froze.

"Hey, tell me, tell me, I, Old Zheng, went to great lengths to give you some face, but you all just shout for us to fight and kill you."

Clapping his hands, Zheng Jing walked through the immobilized Kirigakure ninjas with a helpless expression and strolled leisurely to Yagura.

"Ok?"

Zheng Jing, who had gotten used to handling scorpions these past few days, was about to grab Yagura by the back of his collar when he suddenly paused halfway through his reach, as if he had discovered something amusing, and gave Yagura a serious look—

"boom!!"

The collapse of the Mizukage Building suddenly brought Kirigakure, which had endured eight months of bloodshed, into a lively scene.

"Old man Yagura!"

With his four arms materialized, each of his six hands carrying a person, Zheng Jing tossed aside the Hidden Mist ninjas who had almost been killed by his own Mizukage, while pointing at the beast shadow in the smoke and dust that was slowly swaying its three chakra tails.

"Luckily, I, Old Zheng, have enough hands and feet! Otherwise, you'll regret it later—oh, no, you've done far too many things that you'll regret."

Like watching Tom being toyed with by a little white female cat, Zheng Jing looked at the half-tailed beast-transformed Yagura Karatachi, shook his head, and clicked his tongue.

At this point, Yagura clearly wouldn't say another word to Zheng Jing.

The Jinchuriki, cloaked in chakra, lunged forward, only to find himself missing.

"Hehe, old man Yagura, you chase me, you chase me, if you catch me... hehe!"

Grinning at Yagura, Zheng Jing waved his hand and dodged Yagura's attack with a swift movement.

As a perfect Jinchūriki, Yagura will not lose himself when unleashing the power of the Three-Tails, so he will naturally not use techniques with a large destructive range when he fights in Kirigakure.

However, it would be too difficult for him to get close enough to capture Zheng Jing.

The two of them ran ahead with a grin, while the other chased after them with a howl. In the blink of an eye, they were out of Kirigakure.

Yagura also noticed that Zheng Jing's movement route was heading out of the village, which was exactly what he wanted. If the battlefield could be moved to another place, preferably to a sparsely populated area, then he could go all out!

The two were moving so fast that no one in Kirigakure could keep up with their pace.

Before long, they arrived at a large lake, a common sight in water kingdoms. Zheng Jing, who was in front, stopped and stood on the lake, turning around as he stepped on the rippling water.

"This will do."

Seeing Yagura closely following, Zheng Jing pulled out his golden cudgel from behind his ear.

"Let me see how hard your shells are."

Chapter 212: Where are these numerical monsters? I've never seen them before.

In his half-tailed beast form, cloaked in chakra, the Jinchuriki in this state are a perfect blend of offense and defense. As a perfect Jinchuriki, Yagura can also unleash various ninjutsu in his half-tailed beast form, and even autonomously perform Tailed Beast Balls.

In this state, Yagura could almost single-handedly destroy the entire Hidden Mist Village.

However, under Zheng Jing's blows, he was almost beaten out of the fight in just one exchange!

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Clutching his abdomen, Yagura, who had lost half of his chakra cloak, hunched over, coughing up a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you OK?"

Carrying his golden cudgel, Zheng Jing, standing about ten steps away from Yagura, tilted his head and looked at Yagura with concern.

"Look at you, you're too confident in your stats, aren't you? Take my advice, being a stat monster isn't easy! After Hashirama passed away, where are there any stat monsters left in the ninja world? I've been wandering around for days and I haven't seen a single one!"

"..."

Yagura did not respond.

His youthful face, which was quickly re-encased by the chakra cloak, now looked somewhat ferocious, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the golden cudgel lying on Zheng Jing's shoulder.

He didn't believe that his half-tailed beast chakra cloak had been shattered by Zheng Jing with pure brute force.

In Yagura's view, the only problem was the stick in Zheng Jing's hand.

Moreover, Zheng Jing's speed sent a chill down Yagura's spine.

Realizing that Zheng Jing had not been unable to escape his pursuit before, but had genuinely intended to lure him here to deal with the situation alone—and most importantly, that Zheng Jing truly had the ability to do so—Yagura understood that, at this moment, whether out of arrogance or not, Zheng Jing had given him a chance.

Give him a chance to use his full strength!

"Oh? Wow? Whoa!"

Amidst gasps of amazement, Zheng Jing gazed at Yagura, his gaze shifting from looking down to looking up.

Looking at Yagura after his complete tailed beast transformation, who instantly became the massive Three-Tails Isobu, his face was full of emotion, as if he were seeing his friend's cat perform the Golden Spin for the first time.

"How magnificent!"

He understood the logic, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a large turtle.

...Or a turtle?

"Now that's more interesting."

With his six arms outstretched, Zheng Jing brandished his golden cudgel, creating a dazzling display of power. He grinned.

"Go to heaven, bro? I'm an expert at wielding a stick!"

Ignoring Zheng Jing's words, Yagura, in his three-tailed form, coiled up his massive body and charged straight at Zheng Jing!

This was a truly fierce battle! Absolutely!

The trapped Tong Lao stirs up a bloody storm, but the Golden Monkey clears the way to dispel the evil fog.

The windmill spins rapidly, bewitching the mind; myriad flowers enter the body, confusing the spirit.