Konoha's Strongest Meat Escape

Itachi's answer was jokingly called by the teachers in each class: standard answer!

Change paper?Just compare itachi's test paper.

Shuriken throwing?See how Itachi does it, just follow along!

In one-on-one actual combat exercises, very few people can make a move in Itachi's hands. If there is, it must be Itachi who let go!

At nine o'clock in the morning, the ranking competition officially started.

Uchiha Itachi was the first to play, and his opponent was just a lucky civilian student who advanced in the B area ring.

Itachi's expression was very flat, but the other party felt a strong pressure.

It came from the crowd watching around, but also from himself.

It is also the name of a genius from Uchiha Itachi!

Different from ordinary geniuses, Itachi is a genius among geniuses, even geniuses can only look up to his existence!

Facing such an opponent, it is normal to feel pressure.

As the chunin examiner's call began to sound, the student standing opposite Uchiha Itachi hesitated for a while, and finally raised his right hand tremblingly.

"I, I admit defeat..."

He conceded defeat before the fight even started.

This scene seemed to surprise everyone, but after thinking about it, it made sense.

Itachi just smiled and didn't say anything mocking.

Because this scene is not the first time it has appeared, the person who can muster up the courage to fight against him is already very remarkable.

When most people knew that the opponent was him, they had already conceded in the bottom of their hearts.

There doesn't seem to be any shame in giving up outright.

"Winner: Itachi Uchiha!"

The Chunin examiner's words fell, and the two contestants left.

Standing on a distant high ground overlooking the entire arena, Sandai Hokage had a kind smile on his face, and others couldn't tell what he was thinking at this moment.

"It's too boring, just surrender like this."

"After all, he's just a child from an ordinary family."

"You don't even have the courage to fight, what kind of ninja are you?"

"..."

The other jounin who were watching in the woods talked a lot, either disappointed or praised, in short, there were mixed praises and criticisms.

In the second round, the Chunin examiner glanced at the list.

Then he shouted loudly.

"Second match, Alista Cili, Shimura Ichidou."

The two people who were called were slightly taken aback, then looked at each other, and walked up to the ring at the same time.

Most of the crowd who appeared on the playground came for the name of the genius Uchiha Itachi.

However, in yesterday's team battle, a dark horse appeared in everyone's eyes.

Xili, a strange imp with horns.

The ability is suspected of manipulating flames. Black flames do not have the burning characteristics of flames, and they do not have the ability to burn at high temperatures.

Its physical fitness is very strong, and it seems to have something to do with the pure black flame.

Not only did he forcibly receive Sarutobi Hawthorn's full strength blow, but even Ya Tongya of the Inuzuka clan took it with his bare hands.

Seeing Xili and Shimura enter the stage with one sword, everyone's eyes lit up, and they cheered up.

The first battle ended so abruptly that everyone didn't get the feeling of feasting their eyes that they expected.

At this moment, everyone is pinning the fierce battle on this second game.

Shimura Yidao, a descendant of Konoha's famous family, has achieved a small amount of sword skills.

Xili, the mysterious Blood Successor Limit, is the biggest dark horse in this ranking competition!

Who will win and who will lose?

"Although it is very long-winded, I still have to say the rules again."

"Admit defeat, fall to the ground, and lose outside the ring." Chunin teacher looked at Xili, and then at Shimura Itto.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Xi Li shook his head, indicating that there was no problem.

But Shimura Ichidao was even more aggressive, the tachi in his hand was horizontal, his thumb slightly supported the handle, and the blade was out of the sheath three points.

A trace of coldness spread out.

He is ready for battle!