Swish, swish, swish!
Several kunai flew in from the side.
A faint twitch of Qing Ming's ear was enough. Without even turning his head, he gauged the trajectory of the kunai solely by the sound and sidestepped the attack effortlessly.
Then, with a powerful stomp on the ground, his entire body shot out like a cannonball, closing the distance between him and the retreating, wounded Kirigakure Special Jōnin in the blink of an eye.
But just as he was about to strike, the Kirigakure Special Jōnin suddenly turned his head and hurled a handful of long, thin needles at him.
"Senbon!"
Qing Ming instantly recognized the weapon.
His Sharingan spun rapidly, locking onto the trajectory of each needle. With a swift pull of the long blade from his waist, a clear metallic ring echoed.
Ding ding ding!
A rapid series of sharp clashes resounded as Qing Ming parried each senbon with precision.
In the next moment, a flash of azure light enveloped him. His "Flash Sword Technique" activated once more, and his speed surged instantly.
Closing the gap, Qing Ming appeared right before the Kirigakure Special Jōnin.
Whoosh!
The blade swung down.
Illusory and real, the attack came in a seamless blend as Qing Ming deployed both "Phantom Sword Technique" and "Shadow Sword Technique."
Three real and three false sword shadows emerged, striking simultaneously from six different angles toward the Kirigakure ninja.
A chilling sense of danger coursed through Nagashima Kyohei as he watched the oncoming sword shadows. While he could distinguish the three illusory attacks, he had no time to evade the three real ones.
Clenching his teeth, he retreated desperately, his hands forming seals mid-motion to cast "Substitution Jutsu."
Slash!
The distinct sound of a blade tearing through flesh echoed.
Qing Ming's blade cut through his target, but with a splash, the body dissolved into a pool of water that splashed onto the ground, forming a small puddle.
It was the signature "Water Substitution" technique of Kirigakure.
However, using Substitution Jutsu didn't mean Kyohei had completely escaped unscathed. The sound of torn flesh moments ago was no illusion.
This was evident from the faint red tinge spreading in the puddle beneath him.
Sheathing his blade, Qing Ming's gaze shifted upward toward a branch not far away.
Nagashima Kyohei stood precariously on the branch, clutching his chest as crimson blood seeped through his fingers. His pale face and ragged breathing betrayed the gravity of his injuries.
Yet Qing Ming showed no pity for his adversary.
The moment he locked eyes on Kyohei's position, he swiftly formed seals and unleashed "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
Boom!
A massive crimson fireball hurtled toward the branch, exploding on impact. The resulting blast snapped the branch and ignited it in flames.
But Qing Ming's expression remained stoic.
It was clear that Nagashima Kyohei had already escaped to a nearby tree.
Large beads of sweat dripped from Kyohei's forehead as he gasped for air, his condition even worse than before.
However, Qing Ming wouldn't give him any chance to recover.
Without hesitation, he formed seals once more, casting "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu" yet again.
This time, Kyohei was prepared. He swiftly formed hand seals of his own and conjured "Water Style: Water Formation Wall" just in time to block the incoming fireball.
Whoosh!
A water wall rose in front of him, extinguishing the flames.
Seeing this, Qing Ming's eyes narrowed slightly. Dodging a few sneak attacks from nearby Kirigakure Chūnin, he rapidly formed new seals and unleashed "Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"
This time, three fire dragons surged forth, attacking from left, center, and right, converging on Kyohei.
Faced with the encroaching flames from three directions, Kyohei realized a single water wall wouldn't suffice.
Leaping from the branch, he propelled himself toward another tree.
Boom, boom, boom!
The three fire dragons struck the tree, setting it ablaze almost instantly. The roaring flames spread rapidly, their heat searing the air.
Nagashima Kyohei averted his gaze from the flames and turned to Qing Ming, trying to predict his next move.
But just then, a transparent wind blade sliced through the roaring fire, heading straight for him.
Qing Ming's attack was faster than Kyohei had anticipated!
Already in poor condition and midair with no leverage, Kyohei's face turned ashen.
He twisted his body desperately, trying to avoid the wind blade.
Unfortunately for him, Qing Ming's Sharingan had already locked onto his position and predicted his movements. The attack's angle ensured there was no escape.
A sickening squelch echoed as the wind blade tore through his body, severing half of his arm.
And Qing Ming wasn't done yet.
In the next instant, a high-pressure stream of water shot from Qing Ming's mouth, slicing through the forest and directly hitting Kyohei.
A sharp, searing pain coursed through him as Kyohei's eyes widened in disbelief.
Looking down, he saw his body split at the waist, intestines and organs spilling out.
His legs had already fallen to the ground before he could even process what had happened.
"Those… are my legs…"
A faint whisper escaped his lips.
In his final moments, he raised his head toward Qing Ming.
But his fading vision showed only Qing Ming rushing toward the other Kirigakure shinobi, his attention no longer on him.
A surge of indignation filled Kyohei's chest in his last moments, but it was futile.
Thud.
His upper body hit the ground with a sickening splat, his mangled form drawing no attention from anyone nearby.
As Qing Ming had predicted, the moment he confirmed Kyohei's death, he shifted his focus to the surrounding Kirigakure ninja, striking at those who had tried to interfere.
The remaining Kirigakure shinobi, who had been aiding Kyohei moments earlier, now had no time to look back at his corpse.
Clang, clang, clang!
The sharp sounds of metal clashing echoed through the battlefield.
Qing Ming darted among the Kirigakure Chūnin and Genin like a phantom, his speed so fast that they struggled to keep up.
Within mere moments, he had already claimed one life.
And this was only the beginning.
In the following seconds, he cut down two more, the entire process eerily effortless, as if he were slaughtering livestock.
This merciless display rekindled the fear that had gripped the Kirigakure forces earlier.
Unconsciously, they all took several steps back, watching Qing Ming at the center of it all with dread in their eyes.
Qing Ming scanned them coldly, his expression unchanged.
When the difference in strength becomes insurmountable, numerical superiority ceases to matter.
With his Sharingan's unparalleled insight and extraordinary physical abilities, Qing Ming could easily dismantle his adversaries, no matter how many stood before him.
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