Defense? Can't defend!

Daimaru knows it well!

The eight-door Dunjia at the level of the Lilianhua can't be blocked by the lower king.

Maybe there was a hint of possibility that Gaara did it in a thrilling way, but Daimaru knew that she would definitely not do it.

"It made me excited again, and my blood began to boil. I don't care what will become next!"

Feng Dun is not good at defense, nor is it when using sand ninjutsu. It is basically too late to hide the puppet master's method of hiding his body, so it is even more urgent to make the puppet counterattack.

"The lotus of Konoha will open again!"

boom……

With continuous fists and feet, no one of the ninjas watching the battle outside could see clearly what was going on. Damaru was in the game, and there were countless chakra threads scattering around him that spyed on the enemy's situation, but he couldn't react at all.

I barely saw a ray of light approaching, and I was already hit. I wanted to fight back again, but I was hit again behind me.

"Is this... that Xiao Li?"

After being a teammate for more than a year, and having never seen Locke Lee like this, Hinaga Neji opened her mouth wide.

Except for the expected Metkai, other Konoha Ninjas were already shocked.

"This is not something you can do with hard work. Kai, you disciple, are a genius!"

Haki Kakashi, who can only open one door, can best understand the difficulty of the Eight Gate Dunjia.

As for Daimaru's companion of Sagnin, he was so scared that he couldn't speak. This thing was much more terrifying than Zi Luo's seven-day breathing method.

"Hey, this is not a joke, it's really a terrible person!"

Kankuro looked back at Maki,

"Do you want to give up?"

Markey shook his head,

"No need for now. Look carefully. Daimaru is not completely passively beaten!"

The surface of Damaru's body is actually covered with a dense layer of sand armor, and its defense ability is sloppy and can withstand a few strokes.

In addition, the thin layer of wind silk that emits a faint blue light is actually a layer of chakra that completes the changes in wind attributes. Every time Lockeli's fist and foot passes through the wind to avoid obstacles, it is cut to scars.

It is like wearing a layer of thorn armor, protecting the internal body.

But it seems that the manipulation is not skilled, and the scattered wind escape chakra cuts himself from time to time.

In just over a dozen seconds, Damaru turned into a red blood man, with his own blood and Locke Lee's.

I noticed something wrong with thick eyebrows, stopped a little, half-kneeled on the ground, covering my calves, several of which penetrated the wounds, and blood could not stop flowing.

Daimaru is not much better. The chakra of Sand Armor is consumed quite a bit, and most of it has been stripped away by powerful attacks.

The wind escape that had been maintained for so long also put Damaru under a considerable pressure.

Although his physical strength is OK, Chakra is almost unable to hold on.

Not only that, two ribs seemed to be broken, but fortunately they did not hurt the lungs.

The calf bone in the left leg is likely to be broken and no longer exerts force.

The arms that protected the most important head and endured the most attacks, and were almost unconscious of the pain.

The final contest is no longer all about strength, it is based on the competition of will.

but……

Locke Lee, who looked a little more energetic than Daimaru, suddenly covered her abdomen and couldn't help but vomit blood.

"What's going on?"

Thick-brow looked at Damaru who stood up with difficulty in surprise, with a face full of pain.

"I am a puppet master after all, so using poison is a routine operation!"

Although it is not a deadly poison, the more chakra is, the faster the metabolism is, the more painful it will be. On the contrary, if you do nothing in peace and quiet, you will feel a little uncomfortable and will be naturally decomposed by the body in half a day. It is a very gentle poison.

"Yes! You have too many choices, you have to deal with any one of them carefully! But it's not over yet..."

Lock Lee stood up,

"The next blow, no matter what the result is, will be over...Doumen, open!"

Chakra, who had surged again, temporarily suppressed all the negative states in the body, and brought Locke Li's basic abilities to the next level.

"Shadow dances with leaves!"

Locke, who suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared, kicked Damaru into the sky without any mercy, and tied Damaru's waist with a tough bandage, punching and punching.

"Teacher Kai, please recognize me. Now is the time for me... to implement my own tolerance!"

The muscles have been torn, the muscles and bones are about to be broken, and the pain has long exceeded the limit of the brain's endurance, and I can't feel the body's about to collapse.

"Neji, I'm sure I'm going to use this trick to deal with you! I'll show you this time!

Li Lianhua!"

The roar that resounded throughout the audience, accompanied by a huge impact, Locke Lee's full blow to knock Daimaru to the ground, and the gravel shot from the flying stones made the candidates and teachers watching the game on the sidelines have to avoid it.

"So amazing, did you win?"

Although I couldn't understand what was going on, Konoha's compatriot Locke Lee still knew that he had the upper hand.

Locke Li knelt on the ground, his whole body almost moving.

The big pill in the gravel only showed half of the body, there were no scars on the head, and the body was intact, but the hands and feet were twisted naturally. It should be the result of being strongly interrupted to defend against the last blow.

"Too fast, I have no idea what happened!"

Yemu looked at Damaru half buried, worriedly.

"It won't be really dead!"

Markey shook his head worriedly:

"Chakra's reaction is still there, he should be alive, but his injury is not easy to say."

The smoke fell, and the moonlight looked at Lockeli, who could take a breath for the time being, and Damaru, who had lost half his life, hesitated whether he wanted to end the game, but suddenly heard a dry cough with a strange smile.

"It hurts so much, you bastard!"

Dawan, who had vomited several mouthfuls of blood, twisted his head and looked in the direction of Locke Li.

"Fortunately, I protected my face wisely, and my handsome face was preserved, otherwise it would be too embarrassing!"

The moonlight approaches and persuades:

"Do you still have to continue? If you don't deal with your injuries in time, you will really die!"

"Thank you, sir, I'm fine, but you don't look very good!"

"It's up to you, one or two, they're all fools!"

Lock Lee asked in confusion:

"The victory and loss are already obvious. Although I can't move much, at least I can still stand up. You can't move at all, right?"

"So, you bastard, although your strength is a little stronger than me, you are not my opponent. You don't understand the puppet master too much, and you don't understand the terror of my "Red Sand Dust"!"

Damaru moved his fingers, which were barely able to move, and he smiled with a cracked mouth.
Chapter completed!