Neji attacked Shamrock using the Eight Trigram Sixty-Four Palms technique.
Palm after palm struck Shamrock, each blow precise and relentless—his strikes flowing like a storm contained within a pattern. Shamrock stood still, his upper body coated in Armament Haki, a dark sheen hard as forged steel. He took every single palm strike head-on. The sound of impact—sharp, heavy, almost metallic—echoed throughout the stadium, each hit reverberating into the stands.
Spectators leaned forward, eyes locked on the scene. The air itself seemed to tighten with every strike.
Neji's movements did not falter.
One palm. Then another. Then another—faster, sharper, building into an unbroken sequence. His Byakugan tracked every point with absolute precision, his body moving with disciplined fluidity. This will shut down his chakra… it has to.
Finally, the last of the sixty-four palms landed.
Neji came to a stop, sliding back slightly, maintaining distance from Shamrock. His chest rose and fell steadily, controlled—but the faint tension in his posture betrayed the effort.
A silence fell over the stadium.
Shamrock had not moved.
He had not spoken.
He stood there—still, calm.
The spectators held their breath, waiting. Waiting for him to fall… or react.
A second passed.
Then another.
And then—
Shamrock straightened.
His gaze lifted, locking directly onto Neji. There was no sign of damage, no instability—nothing. As the Armament Haki slowly receded from his body, it drew inward, until it remained only around his right fist.
Shamrock looked at Neji and spoke, his voice steady.
"Your attack strength was fabulous. Your strategy was also very good—to go for a combo attack.
"But the biggest strength of your Eight Trigram Sixty-Four Palms technique is not the palm strikes. It is your ability to block the chakra points in the chakra pathway within my body.
"But as my body is covered in Armament Haki, your chakra cannot go inside my body. You cannot inject your chakra into me.
"You should have already guessed that… after our multiple collisions when you were just using Gentle Fist.
"In Gentle Fist, you inject your chakra into the chakra stream of your opponent. But my Armament Haki had clearly defended against it.
"As for the strength behind your palm strikes… although they are powerful, the defense of Armament Haki is like metal. Your attacks did not work on me at all.
"Now that you've given your best attack…"
His gaze sharpened.
"Take mine."
After saying this, Shamrock moved.
He used Shave.
In an instant, his figure vanished—air snapping faintly where he had been—and appeared directly in front of Neji. His punch was already driving forward toward Neji's stomach.
Neji's eyes widened, his body reacting a fraction too late. Too fast—
Shamrock's fist did not immediately connect.
Just a few centimeters away from Neji's body, a concentrated layer of Armament Haki gathered—dense, compressed, and vibrating with force. This was not the Internal Destruction variation.
It was External Emission.
The Haki surged outward.
A shockwave burst into existence.
The impact landed without direct contact.
A violent force exploded into Neji's body.
Neji was sent flying.
His body crashed directly into the arena wall.
Boom.
The wall cratered on impact, cracks spreading outward like a web.
Neji's body slumped at the edge of the broken wall.
The strike had been centered on his stomach.
His vision went dark.
He fainted.
A thin line of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.
A hush swept over the stadium.
Although Neji was injured like this, the injury was not life-threatening.
The referee immediately rushed to Neji's side and confirmed that he could no longer fight.
Raising his hand, the referee announced, "The winner of the match is Shamrock Uzumaki!"
For a moment, silence lingered—
Then it broke.
Uta was the first to cheer, her voice cutting through the air. The rest of the spectators followed, the stadium erupting into applause.
The referee returned to Neji's side and pressed a series of acupoints.
Neji stirred.
His eyes slowly opened.
As soon as Neji woke up, Shamrock walked over and stopped in front of him. Without a word, he extended his hand.
There was a small vial in his grasp.
The liquid inside was green.
"Drink this," Shamrock said calmly. "You will feel better."
Neji looked at the vial.
He did not think that it contained any poison or anything suspicious. If Shamrock had truly wanted to kill him, he could have done so earlier.
Neji knew it.
At the last moment, Shamrock had held back some of his strength. Otherwise… I wouldn't be sitting here right now.
He took the vial.
After a brief hesitation, he drank it.
As soon as Neji drank the potion, a faint green glow spread across his body.
For a few moments, his entire body shimmered.
This was healing chakra.
The chakra moved through his body, flowing along his pathways and reaching every damaged point. The pain in his stomach faded. The internal and external injuries began to mend rapidly.
Within moments, his breathing stabilized.
His body felt restored.
Completely healed.
A murmur spread through the stadium.
Then awe followed.
Among the spectators were many high-ranking officials, including the Daimyo of the Land of Fire and other powerful figures from different countries.
Their eyes were fixed on Neji.
When they saw the effect of the potion, their eyes gleamed.
They wanted it.
Such a miraculous potion meant survival. Even without a medical ninja, injuries or illnesses could be cured.
For people in their position, the threat of assassination was constant.
With this potion, a fatal injury could be reversed—if used at the right moment.
With this in mind, many of the officials grew restless but they can't just ask outright that too in front of so many people.
However, one man lacked patience.
He stood up abruptly and called out, "What was that potion? Can you tell us more about it?"
The stadium quieted down, allowing his voice to carry.
Shamrock glanced toward him, calm as ever.
"This is called a healing potion," Shamrock replied. "It was made after research by my father and my aunt, Erza Uzumaki."
A ripple passed through the audience.
"Can we buy it?" the man immediately asked.
"I don't know much about it," Shamrock said. "You can talk to my uncle, Renji Uzumaki. He can inform you about it later on."
After saying this, Shamrock turned toward Neji and gave a small nod.
Then he leapt toward the stands where Uta was sitting.
Without looking back, he left the arena.
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