Path Of War

Without hesitation, Lee made the first strike—a jab directed at Neji's midsection. Neji calmly blocked it, redirecting the momentum to spin and counter with a swift kick. Lee nimbly dodged, pressing forward with a rapid combo of punches and kicks. Neji remained composed, effortlessly deflecting each attack, still aware that this match was far from simple.

"Your attacks are a tad reckless, and you will have to do better than that!" Neji responded, dodging and blocking as Lee unleashed a plethora of strikes.

He played it cool, but knew this wasn't as straightforward as he made it look.

The crowd hollered with excitement as Lee, breathing heavily but refusing to relent, began another onslaught. "Hi-ya!" he yelled, each strike punctuated by shouts of effort. "Wha-cha!"

However, Neji's Byakugan guided his movements, and as Lee began to repeat his combination, he seized the opportunity and struck Lee in the chest, pushing him back a little.

"The same tricks don't work on me twice, Lee. You of all taijutsu users should know that!"

Lee's brow furrowed, momentarily caught off guard, but he quickly gathered himself. "Then I'll change it up!" He knew he had to elevate his strategy; keeping his leg weights on would only slow him down. So he took a deep breath, removed the weights, and with a crash, they hit the arena floor, sending dust and debris flying like a shockwave.

Those who had seen it before, during the first round, were still in awe that he wore such heavy and dangerous materials.

As the smoke settled, Lee darted forward, charging at Neji with greater speed. The ferocity of their match intensifying.

"Look at them go!" a surprised spectator yelled.

Neji braced himself, maintaining focus despite the commotion surrounding him.