Sharingan
"Lǎng dài sī kā (Why is this happening)!!?"
Hattori Hanzo stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
"He... his speed is actually faster than mine!!!"
Lu Bu grinned savagely, his fiery halberd flashing again.
"Tear the heavens, burn the world!"
A towering wave of blade energy, several meters high, surged forward like mighty waves.
At the center of this blade energy, one could vaguely see an illusory fierce beast roaring wildly.
The speed was so fast that Hattori Hanzo hadn't even had time to activate his ninjutsu - substitution technique.
He and his warhorse were already blasted away.
This time, Hattori Hanzo didn't pause for a moment. His hands swiftly drew darts from his waist and cleanly threw them out.
Meanwhile, he was thrown backwards in an instant, his dark figure flickering and darting through the chaotic army like a ghost.
Having just withstood Lu Bu's powerful attack, his physical condition had become extremely poor, with faint signs of his life force declining.