Naruto: The Strongest Human

In front of the recording institute.

A very young ninja came over. Guanyue knew him. He was one of Sakumo-sensei's subordinates. He was very capable and talented, and he was already an elite among the Chunin.

"Guanyue, Master Shuo Mao let you go."

"Well, okay, I'll go right away."

After a momentary stupefaction, Guanyue didn't dare to be negligent, and hastily responded. Shuo Mao would not be idle looking for someone to do chores. Every time he looked for him, he always had something to teach him, or to check his recent progress in cultivation.

He turned and greeted his two teammates.

"Yiyu, Tianshan, you guys go back first, I'll come as soon as I go."

"You guy, get out of here and stop snarling in front of me." Yiyu rolled his eyes and waved his hands angrily, like shooing away flies.

"Go quickly, or you'll make us jealous to death."

Tianshan shook his head with a wry smile.

In the big camp, a small training ground was opened up.

"Attack me."

Shuo Mao stood in the middle of the training ground and hooked his hands at Guanyue.

Guanyuemao bent her waist, held a short knife in her right hand, inhaled and exhaled slowly, and controlled her body according to Shuo Mao's teachings. Her calf muscles twitched, burst out suddenly, leaped out like a crossbow arrow, and rushed forward.

The figure flickered, crossed a distance of ten meters, and the short knife with a cold light swept out obliquely, cutting towards Shuo Mao's waist.

“A bit slow”

Shuo Mao raised his eyebrows, flicked his left hand forward, and his slightly pale palm instantly turned iron gray. With a clang, he blocked the dagger with his bare hands, and made the sound of gold and iron, feeling that the dagger hit was not a human body , but a solid granite.

When he saw the discolored palm, Guanyue felt something was wrong, and immediately withdrew his strength. After lightly touching the palm, before Shuo Mao could make a move, he bent down and rolled out smoothly, and the short knife in his hand slashed To Shuo Mao's ankle.

Compared with Shuo Mao's tall figure, he is too short. Unless he jumps up, he can't touch the head, neck and other vital parts at all. However, the small size also has the advantage of being small, which is convenient for attacking the next three ways, facing the ankle , Knee joint away, the lethality is also not low.

As for rolling on the ground, Guanyue didn't dare to care about such things because of his unsightly image. Fighting was not a performance.

"Ghostly and clever."

Shuo Mao shook his head, exhaled strength from his feet, jumped up from the ground in an instant, the short knife brushed against his soles, without even touching a single hair, and Shuo Mao turned sideways in mid-air, and kicked out, He kicked directly on Guanyue's ass, and Guanyue immediately rolled out like a ball.

"chi"

The dagger was inserted into the sand, Guanyue stopped the force of rolling, turned over and got up, pulled out the dagger and rushed up again.

Failed again and again, but Guanyue is not angry. It would be hell if he could hurt Shuo Mao with three or two hits. The master-disciple sparring is not once or twice. Every time Guanyue gets beaten His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, which was a horrible sight.

However, this small training ground was requisitioned by Shuo Mao with the power of the commander. There is no third person except them, the master and the apprentice. As long as the training ground is not demolished, it will be difficult for outsiders to perceive what happens inside. .

Through repeated beatings, under the careful guidance of Shuo Mao, Guanyue corrected her own mistakes little by little, and learned how to cut open a person's neck, heart, and lungs with the least effort.

"It's time to stop."

Shuo Mao stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed Guan Yue who was rushing towards him, and picked it up like he was grabbing a chicken.

"Your progress is very good. To be honest, it has exceeded my initial estimate." Shuo Mao put the quiet Guanyue back on the ground, and the gentle smile appeared on his face again. Sour, poor God, since Shuo Mao became a teacher, Shuo Mao has always had a straight face towards him.

"Your physical fitness is very good. It should be said that the Uzumaki clan is really amazing. It is simply abnormal."

Seeing the bruises and scars on Guanyue's face slowly dissipating, Sakumo still couldn't hold back and uttered these two words. He didn't know that even if