Once he defeated Akimichi Ryoko, it would indirectly show that his strength surpassed The two Uchiha brothers, proving that the Hyuga Clan was the strongest.
With this thought in mind, he blocked Akimichi Ryoko's path on the way home after school.
"Akimichi Ryoko, I challenge you."
He wore a loose white kimono, a look of confidence on his face as if victory were already within reach.
Looking at Hyuga Aoki who suddenly blocked his way, two question marks appeared above Ryoko's head.
What's going on? Did he stumble into a nest of Dojutsu Bloodline Clans? Why did everyone want to challenge him?
His mind was currently full of the prey in the traps he set near the Naka River; he had no time to deal with such a sudden challenge.
"Move, move, I'm busy." Ryoko waved his hand impatiently, making a move to go around him.
Hyuga Aoki remained motionless, his white kimono fluttering in the breeze, making his posture seem even more arrogant: "If you do not accept the challenge today, I will keep following you."
What the Uchiha could do, the Hyuga could naturally do as well.
Seeing this, The two Uchiha brothers standing behind Ryoko exchanged a look, waiting for the show to begin.
Tekka lowered his voice and said to Inaho, "Look at that posture of his, it's exactly the same as ours back then."
"He probably doesn't know about the hidden skills this guy Akimichi Ryoko has yet."
A schadenfreude smile curled at the corner of Inaho's mouth: "When he tastes Akimichi Ryoko's power and gets defeated, the expression on his face will definitely be wonderful."
Hyuga Aoki caught their whispers and snorted coldly: "Defeated opponents of the Uchiha family, are you even worthy of making sarcastic remarks here?"
After saying that, he turned to stare at Ryoko, assuming the Gentle Fist starting stance, and said arrogantly: "I am not like those two trash. Today, I will let you witness the true strength of the Hyuga Clan!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately drew the hatred of The two Uchiha brothers.
In their view, the Uchiha were number one in the world, and no one could humiliate them.
Facing the arrogant Hyuga Aoki, the two of them rubbed their palms, wanting to teach this fellow who didn't know the heights of the heavens a lesson.
But Hyuga Aoki didn't even look at them, his gaze fixed solely on Akimichi Ryoko, as if he had identified his true enemy.
Seeing this, Uchiha Tekka gnashed his teeth in anger, then his eyes darted around, and he leaned in to whisper next to Ryoko: "Since he wants to fight you, then just take him in too. We happen to be missing someone to knead the dough."
Hearing this, Ryoko looked at Uchiha Tekka in surprise, as if saying, "You guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually have such a wicked heart."
However, his suggestion suited Ryoko's intentions perfectly.
After all, he also wanted to taste the noodles kneaded with the Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist to see just how chewy they would be.
Moreover, the sun was setting, and if he delayed any longer, he might not make it in time to prepare dinner.
"Fine, fine," he said to Hyuga Aoki, pretending to be reluctant, "Since you are sincerely begging me, I will fight you."
"But I have one requirement: the loser must unconditionally agree to one request from the winner."
"I agree."
Hyuga Aoki believed it was impossible for him to lose, so he rushed forward without even a second thought.
His footsteps moved instantly, his palms glowing with the faint light of Chakra, aiming directly for Ryoko's pressure points on his chest.
He had practiced this move for a long time, condensing Chakra in his palms to penetrate most obstacles and achieve the effect of Hitting the Ox Behind the Mountain.
He was confident that this battle would not repeat the past mistakes.
Facing the sharp offensive, there was a hint of surprise in Akimichi Ryoko's eyes, but he didn't take it seriously.
In his view, although this bit of progress was good, it still couldn't cause him any trouble.
He neither dodged nor avoided, standing his ground like a mountain and taking the opponent's Gentle Fist attack head-on.
With a "humming" sound, the Gentle Fist struck his chest. It felt like sinking into cotton, causing no significant damage.
Ryoko said, "Can you hurry up? I have serious business to attend to."
Hearing this, Hyuga Aoki's veins bulged in anger, feeling insulted, and the amount of Chakra gathered in his palms increased.
One palm, two palms, three palms...
A succession of over a dozen palm strikes hit Akimichi Ryoko's Meridian points on his chest like a storm, without stopping for a moment.
After finishing, Hyuga Aoki used his legs to jump backward, moving out of Akimichi Ryoko's attack range.
Then, with a confident look, he raised his head to look at Akimichi Ryoko, waiting to admire the other's expression of agonizing pain.
After all, the previous attacks were continuous and powerful. Even if Akimichi Ryoko had thick fat, they should have penetrated through.
However, after seeing the other's calm appearance, the smile on Hyuga Aoki's face suddenly froze.
"You, you, you... how can you be perfectly fine?"
In his view, even if he couldn't severely wound the opponent, the Chakra energy attached to his palms should have damaged the meridians and pressure points inside the body, causing great pain.
But the strange expression on the other's face now clearly didn't look like pain; instead, it looked like he was enjoying it.
In fact, it was true.
Facing Hyuga Aoki's storm-like Gentle Fist attacks, Ryoko not only felt no pain but felt refreshed all over.
Every time the opponent's palm strike landed on his thick fat, a surge of pure Chakra energy seeped into his body through the pressure points, which was then digested and absorbed by his Great Stomach, turning into a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones.
"This feeling is so great, it's like eating several bowls of rice at once!" Ryoko was both surprised and delighted.
He didn't expect his constitution to be so special that he could even digest and absorb Chakra.
Doesn't this mean that when facing Nintaijutsu-type Ninjas in the future, the opponent's attacks would instead become his nutritional supplements?
While he was secretly rejoicing, Hyuga Aoki's state of mind had already collapsed.
He found that the Gentle Fist he had practiced so hard couldn't even break through the opponent's defense, which made him start to doubt life.
The elders of the clan had clearly said that although the Akimichi Clan's fat defense was strong, the penetration of the Gentle Fist was enough to severely damage internal organs.
"You must be forcing yourself to endure it."
Gasping for breath, Hyuga Aoki ignored the heavy consumption of his stamina and Chakra and attacked fiercely again.
Between the flying palm shadows, he tried to find a trace of pain on Ryoko's face, but he only saw an expression of enjoyment.
Ryoko was indeed enjoying it.
Because of Hyuga Aoki's diligent cultivation, his Chakra was pure, long-lasting, and resilient, as delicious as top-quality ingredients.
He even considerately adjusted his stance so that Hyuga Aoki could "feed" him more conveniently.
"Use more force," Ryoko couldn't help but remind him, "A few more hits on the left!"
These words completely enraged Hyuga Aoki. He condensed all his Chakra, and palm shadows fell on Ryoko like raindrops.
However, Ryoko just let out a long breath of satisfaction, feeling the abundant energy within his body.
When he finally had his fill, he reached out and gently pushed away Hyuga Aoki, who was already too tired to stand steadily.
"Young man, you still need to keep practicing."
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