"You ignorant fool, you have no idea how formidable a titled ninja is. Today, I'll start with you and show you just how terrifying a titled ninja can be."
Miyamoto Hii said furiously, his face flushed with anger.
A frivolous smile still hung on Wang Hao's face.
"Today the weather is clear and sunny, without a hint of a typhoon coming. Why do I feel a strong wind blowing? Aren't you afraid of twisting your tongue?"
"What did you say?"
Miyamoto Hii, for a moment, did not understand what Wang Hao was talking about and looked confused.
"Well, that makes sense. Your kind isn't smart enough to understand our great Huaxia language."
"Baka, you're insulting me."
Miyamoto Hii's eyes were bloodshot. If looks could kill, Wang Hao would have died many times over by now.
"Insult you? I'm praising you, praising our great General Miyamoto."
"Baka, I want you dead, dead!"
After roaring, Miyamoto Hii charged at Wang Hao.
"Ninjutsu: Thunder Bird!"
