Hanzo sneered, saying no.

...

Nameless Island.

arena.

In the private room.

Manager Suzuki has already arranged the schedule personally according to the declaration that Araki wants to play ten.

After all, humans are not machines, and it is definitely not feasible to fight ten consecutive games.

Then, if anyone's challenge is arranged further, it is a big problem.

However, Araki didn't care about these minor matters. He got up and walked to Linglan, who was still unconscious on the stretcher, and poked out a palm that emitted a bright green light and was filled with the breath of life, pressing it on the wound in front of his chest virtually.

【Healing Technique】!

This is one of the most basic medical ninjutsu. The effect is to stimulate the cells in the wounded areas, make them divide at a faster speed and heal the wound quickly. It is considered a low-end version of the Palm Fairy Art.

After getting Tsunade's medical ninjutsu note from Chiajue Zodiac, Araki did not forget to practice except for submitting it to the merits.

Although advanced ninjutsu such as the Palm Skill and the Chakra Scalpel are not yet mastered for a while, the most basic ninjutsu, with his chakra control ability, can be considered to be very good at it.

Under the illumination of the green fluorescent light filled with the breath of life, the ferocious and terrifying incision on Ling Lan's chest was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After about ten minutes, the wounds in the key areas had completely healed, and he gradually woke up.

Ling Lan opened her blurry eyes and saw a rather strange face in front of her, especially her sharp eyes like a falcon, which made him feel as if he had become a prey, and there was no way to hide any information.

"Get up when you wake up."

Araki said in a plain tone: "Your right of ownership has been transferred to me, you can call me Mr. Mihawk, or Lord."

"It's...Mr. Mihawk."

Ling Lan quickly lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Araki's face, and answered cautiously.

"Well. Now, let out your white flame and show me."

"ah?"

Ling Lan looked around and looked at Araki's jaw with embarrassment, "Is it here? But..."

“What’s the problem?”

"I remember, it seems that casual ninjutsu is not allowed in the private room..." Ling Lan said hesitantly.

"Haha, it's okay, it doesn't need to be released like it was on the ring. You just need to make a little flame."

Araki's indifferent look dispelled his concerns.

"Then...well..."

Under Araki's urging, Linglan had to do it.

After quickly forming a few handprints, he whispered: "Fire Escape·Fire Rat Ball!"

laugh--

A ball of moon-white and blue flame suddenly appeared, floating quietly in his palm, burning quietly, but Araki, who was so close to him, did not feel a trace of burning heat.

This made a guess appear in his mind, so he tried to reach out and touch the cold flame.

"grown ups,"

Seeing Araki's movements, Linglan immediately took a step back and said anxiously: "Although this flame is not hot, it is poisonous and cannot be directly touched."

Hearing this sentence, Araki became more and more convinced of his guess, so he did not insist on experiencing it personally.

"Sit down, can you tell me about this kind of flame? If I read it correctly, this should be a blood-relay limit? Do you have other tribe members?"

"Is the blood-resistance limit... maybe it's true."

Ling Lan's tone was a little low: "I have been forced to receive training since I can remember, and my companions around me also have various abilities. I don't know what the tribe members say."
Chapter completed!