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... , forming hand seals.

Beside him, the ground turned into a swamp as the head of a massive dragon emerged. The dragon opened its mouth and spat out a mud bullet.

The bullet struck a tree not far away and scattered like a shower of sparks.

Crack!

The tree, unable to withstand the immense force, toppled backward.

Hanekawa nodded in satisfaction.

Earth Style: Mud Dragon Bullet had been a resounding success.

It was a B-rank Earth Style technique ...

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