I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

He refuted the man's reasoning with a wild and unfounded statement.

"Get out of Kakashi's way."

"Don't think that just because you've transplanted my people's eyes, you can really act recklessly in front of my eyes."

“Since that guy was willing to give you his eyes, then as the current clan leader, I can forcibly take them back.”

His words and sentences vented his impatience and dissatisfaction.

At the same time, the moment the words were written, Huang glanced slightly to his side out of the corner of his eye.

The reason he stopped taking action was not solely because Kakashi Hatake, known as the "Copy Ninja," was blocking his way!

But because,

His left hand was restrained, his neck was locked, and a slender hand with a special mark pointed directly at his face.

Sarutobi Asuma, Might Guy, Kurenai Yuhi.

In the blink of an eye, four named Konoha Jonin simultaneously made a move to stop him!

"You, too, are trying to stop me?"

His disdainful gaze swept over Sarutobi Asuma and Yuhi Kurenai, who were standing excessively beside him, and cold words slipped out of his mouth.

In their brief exchange of glances, both of them showed a hint of awkwardness in their eyes.

This marks their third interaction with this young colleague.

The first time was five years ago in the Sarutobi clan's territory, when they were defeated by the ten-year-old Ara.

The second time was three years ago on the eastern border of the Land of Fire, when his own army had not yet arrived, and this person launched a rescue all by himself, disregarding his own life.

Having experienced such things, neither the rough-around-the-edges Sarutobi Asuma nor the thoughtful Kurenai Yuhi could cope with them with ease.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Izumi and Kurama Yakumo both assumed fighting stances.

After all, even if all those geniuses who hadn't yet matured were to join the fray, they probably wouldn't be able to touch the slightest part of Huang Yi's clothes.

But the four who arrived later were all renowned elite ninjas!

"Enough is enough, Uchiha Ara."

"The name of the strong is not used to crush the weak, nor to target one's own comrades!"

A deep and powerful voice came from behind Huang's ears.

A powerful, innate aura poured down, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression!

The person from the family must be angry.

No, he must be angry.

Because of his two prized subordinates, one was trampled into the ground and the other had his shoulder bone pierced by ice, both of them were in dire straits!

If this scene was caused by other contestants, then he has nothing to say!

but,

The guy in front of me is a genuine ninja, someone who participated in both the Eastern War and the Northern Rescue – two real battles!

If judged by rank, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to consider them as Jonin of the same level as them.

Yet this very person, who had been truly tempered by blood and fire, not only entered the genin trial, but also went so far as to inflict such heavy blows on his fellow villagers!

Absolutely unforgivable!

"This is not the passionate youth."

Matt Kai gritted his teeth and delivered his final verdict.

The indignant voice made Locke Lee, who was deep underground, redden his eyes, and made the delicate Tian Tian feel a pang of sorrow and grievance.

However, they were unable to break through Huang's defenses in the slightest.

"youth?"

He repeated it to himself as if he had heard something very funny.

"Perhaps, this is what youth is for you."

"But for us, it's just about surviving!"

"The name of the strong?"

"Ha, if we had been any weaker, my clan would probably have ended up like the Senju clan, no longer existing."

Huang spoke recklessly.

Without giving the former time to ponder his words, he continued:

"And you think you can stop me?"

"I'm afraid it's not enough!"

Chapter 479 The same predicament, controlled by the Mangekyou Sharingan!

I'm afraid you're not enough.

When such an arrogant, even presumptuous, declaration reached Kakashi's ears, a very ominous feeling immediately arose in his heart.

[Under the watchful eyes of four Jonin]

Is this guy planning to take a desperate gamble?

"Don't look him in the eyes!"

The moment such a thought arose, he immediately blurted out a warning.

However, it was already too late.

Suddenly, a series of faded images spanning different eras appeared in his mind!

The sky was dark, and the ancestral hall was desolate.

The silver-haired boy wearing a face mask suddenly froze outside the ancestral hall. He leaned against the door frame with one hand, his black pupils trembling in his eye sockets, and the call he was about to make came to an abrupt halt.

In my field of vision, that figure that had given me so much warmth lay quietly on the cold ground.

There was also an unopened letter next to Yu Zhi.

He still remembers the first sentence that greeted him when he opened the envelope: "Sorry, my Kakashi."

He still remembers the sudden strong winds, the sudden downpour, and the sudden emptiness in his heart that day.

The image that was conjured up instantly caused this renowned elite ninja to freeze in place, lost in thought.

Kakashi Hatake's malfunction was not immediately noticed by the other three Jonin present, because the clash between Sharingan eyes was silent and swift, and they were still experiencing the warning from the former.

And no one, no matter how hard they tried, could have imagined that, under the watchful eyes of four elite Konoha ninjas, the prisoner would not only not surrender but would also resist!

This, in a sense, symbolizes the highest level of power in Konoha.

"Hey, Might Guy-senpai, right?"

After instantly suppressing Kakashi Hatake with his Mangekyou Sharingan, Ara resumed the conversation.

He could disregard the confinement of Sarutobi Asuma and Yuhi Kurenai, but these two were different.

"The name of the strong?"

"Is the name of Konoha's White Fang powerful enough?"

But what will the final result be?

"You claim to be Kakashi's lifelong rival, surely you know that?"

Without expecting a response from the person behind him, Huang asked the question to himself.

"Otherwise, I would really question the meaning of your daily shouting in the streets and alleys."

At the same time, he also made sure to 'patchase' his own words.

Faced with such an inquiry, even the usually positive and optimistic Matt Kai couldn't help but stiffen his expression.

Most of the ninjas in the village have probably heard of the name "Konoha's White Fang," especially the older generation of ninjas who participated in the Second Shinobi World War. Such a name is simply legendary to them!

However, many people are unaware of the true name of Konoha's White Fang.

But he knew, how could he not know?!

Because the White Fang of Konoha is none other than Sakumo Hatake, Kakashi Hatake's biological father.

And what became of this powerful figure?

He committed suicide to atone for his sins after being verbally abused by the village ninjas!

That was the legendary White Fang of Konoha, whose fame resonated throughout an era and made the entire ninja world tremble!

Even ninjas from powerful clans like the Uchiha and Hyuga of the same era could not surpass his reputation.

Matt Kai's eyes trembled, and his strong body trembled slightly due to the fluctuations in his emotions.

He can smile at anything that happens to him, but he can't easily let go of things that happen to his friends and students.

"Hey, have you remembered?"

Sensing the emotional fluctuations emanating from behind, Huang's voice suddenly carried a hint of irony.

"He served Konoha his whole life and made great contributions in battle, but in the end, he was ostracized and blamed by the entire village for saving his comrades."

"Senior Might Guy, back then Senior White Fang didn't use his reputation or his own power to change or suppress anything, right?"

He continued to ask questions in return.

Such questioning made Matt Kai's expression even more unnatural.

"Or is it that you abandoned your mission to save your comrades' lives, violating the ninja way you uphold? Violating the youth you speak of!"

"Hey, say something."

"Are you mute?"

The pressure of words made every single one precious.

When events that occurred during wartime are brought to the present day in a completely different, peaceful era, it becomes impossible for anyone to provide the most accurate and satisfactory response.