Watching the Mist Hidden special jonin charging toward him, Qing Ming flicked his wrist, throwing several shuriken.
The incoming enemy immediately sidestepped, dodging to the side while continuing his advance.
Seeing this, Qing Ming narrowed his eyes.
Without hesitation, he flicked out a second round of shuriken. These were even faster, overtaking the initial batch and catching up with them mid-air.
A crisp clang clang echoed as the second wave of shuriken collided with the first, redirecting their trajectory to flank the Mist Hidden jonin from the side.
This intricate maneuver could only be achieved by a Uchiha clan ninja leveraging the Sharingan's abilities.
The Mist Hidden jonin's expression shifted drastically. Forced to halt his advance, he leapt back to widen the gap between himself and Qing Ming.
The redirected shuriken whizzed past him, narrowly missing.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his face. He now regarded Qing Ming with a gaze filled with heightened caution.
Qing Ming, however, paid no attention to his wary gaze. Without a moment's delay, he performed the Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere technique again.
This time, his target was not the previously attacked Mist Hidden jonin, but the one standing right in front of him.
Sensing danger, the jonin darted sideways while swinging his kunai to deflect the incoming air bullets.
Qing Ming's Sharingan spun rapidly, tracking the Mist Hidden jonin's every move.
Then, abruptly, he stopped the onslaught of air bullets and unsheathed his long blade from his waist.
A faint azure glow enveloped him as he activated Flash Sword Technique, propelling himself toward the jonin at incredible speed.
Caught off guard, the Mist Hidden jonin, still mid-motion from dodging the air bullets, suddenly found Qing Ming directly in front of him.
Swish!
A flash of steel.
Without hesitation, Qing Ming simultaneously activated Phantom Sword Technique and Shadow Sword Technique, sending six sword shadows—three real and three fake—rushing toward the jonin.
The Mist Hidden jonin's expression changed drastically.
As a combat-oriented jonin, he was not proficient in dealing with illusions. Thus, he couldn't immediately discern the real attacks from the fake ones.
Forced to react on instinct, he dodged as best as he could.
Blocking was out of the question.
But Qing Ming, capitalizing on the Sharingan's predictive abilities, would never let him evade so easily.
Slash!
The sound of fabric tearing rang out.
A muffled groan of pain followed.
Qing Ming's blade tore through the Mist Hidden jonin's clothing, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash on his chest.
Another cut from the Shadow Sword Technique left a wound on his left shoulder.
Blood gushed out, instantly soaking his clothes red.
Tamura Shinji gritted his teeth against the pain and hurled a kunai at Qing Ming before retreating hastily.
Qing Ming's Sharingan locked onto the incoming kunai. Without a shred of hesitation, his left hand reached out and caught it mid-air.
With a flick of his wrist, the kunai reversed course, flying straight back toward its original owner.
Thud!
The sound of steel piercing flesh echoed.
Tamura Shinji felt a sharp pain in his chest before collapsing to the ground.
Looking down, he saw the very kunai he had just thrown now embedded in his chest.
"You..."
He struggled to lift his head and say something to Qing Ming, but after uttering only a single word, his eyes dimmed, and life left his body.
Not far away, another Mist Hidden jonin, who had just been relieved of his crisis thanks to his companion's intervention, froze in disbelief.
He hadn't expected that, in just the blink of an eye, the teammate who had saved him was already dead.
Momentarily stunned, he was unable to react.
But Qing Ming wasn't going to hesitate.
Noticing the pause in the jonin's movements, Qing Ming activated Flash Sword Technique again and closed in swiftly.
Just as Qing Ming's blade was about to strike, the Mist Hidden jonin snapped back to reality.
He raised his kunai to block the incoming attack, but his lack of combat prowess in close quarters was glaring.
He had already lost the upper hand, making it impossible to stand against Qing Ming.
After only a few exchanges, Qing Ming found an opening and landed a clean strike, wounding his opponent.
A muffled groan escaped the jonin's lips.
Seizing the opportunity, he created distance between himself and Qing Ming, scanning the battlefield quickly.
Without hesitation, he dashed toward the other two Mist Hidden jonin locked in one-on-one battles against two Leaf jonin.
Clearly, his intent was to disrupt the battlefield dynamics, relying on his teammates' support to create a slim chance of survival.
Qing Ming didn't stop him.
After all, he too planned to join the skirmish over there. With this "distraction" joining the fight, it would only serve to split the focus of the two opposing jonin, giving Qing Ming more opportunities.
Soon, a chaotic melee involving six individuals broke out.
Qing Ming could no longer focus solely on one opponent, and the Mist Hidden side couldn't target just him either.
The battle dragged on, but for Qing Ming, there was no real danger.
All he needed to do was wait for the right moment.
His blood-red Sharingan spun ceaselessly as he blocked incoming attacks from the surrounding Mist Hidden ninjas while analyzing their every move.
Thanks to the Sharingan's exceptional insight, Qing Ming quickly noticed patterns in their fighting styles.
These instinctive habits were the key to creating opportunities.
At one point, Qing Ming, pressured by two simultaneous attacks, retreated.
One of the Mist Hidden jonin, showing no hesitation, immediately pursued, aiming his kunai straight for Qing Ming's throat.
The aggressiveness of his movement revealed a strong offensive tendency—a pattern that had been consistent throughout the battle.
Perhaps, in his mind, this was teamwork: taking the initiative to attack and create opportunities for his comrades.
But to Qing Ming, it was merely a bad habit. One he could exploit.
As the Mist Hidden jonin lunged forward, Qing Ming deliberately feigned panic, raising his blade defensively to block the kunai.
Noticing Qing Ming's subtle shift in demeanor, Kitano Ichiro's lips curled into a small smirk. He prepared to follow up with a second strike, confident that continued pressure would completely overwhelm Qing Ming.
But just as he launched his follow-up attack, Qing Ming's left hand shot out.
A faint blue sphere of chakra rapidly formed in his palm. Without any warning, he slammed it into the Mist Hidden jonin's abdomen.
This wasn't just any technique; it was the A-rank ninjutsu: Rasengan.
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