Pffft!
A large mouthful of blood spurted from the Mist ninja's mouth as he was struck.
His body flew backward, crashing heavily into a tree. The impact on his back caused him to cough up another mouthful of blood.
When he finally landed, it was clear he could no longer get up.
Without prior defense, even a true jonin couldn't withstand a direct hit from the Rasengan.
"Kitano!"
"Captain Kitano!"
The shouts of concern came from the other Mist ninja, one a special jonin and the other Kitano Ichiro's comrade.
The panic in their voices was unmistakable.
Their reaction sent ripples of unease through the remaining Mist ninjas. Seeing their once formidable leader incapacitated, panic became evident on their faces.
On the other hand, the Konoha ninjas who were engaged in the battle, whether the two jonin or the other chunin and genin, showed expressions of joy.
Their morale visibly surged.
Initially, they were the ones surrounded by the Mist ninja. Even with Qingming's team coming to reinforce them, they had still been at a disadvantage in both numbers and strength.
But now, with Qingming taking down two jonin, their situation was rapidly shifting in their favor.
Sweeping his gaze across the battlefield, Qingming took note of everyone's expressions.
He didn't waste time on the heavily injured Kitano Ichiro. Instead, he dashed toward the Mist special jonin he had been pursuing earlier.
He intended to press his advantage and completely shatter the Mist ninja's psychological defenses.
This was the fastest way to end the fight.
Though they seemed to be gaining the upper hand now, Qingming knew that prolonging the battle could spell disaster.
In the current situation, he was almost certain that if they dragged this out, reinforcements from the Mist village would inevitably arrive.
When that happened, an all-out war would be unavoidable.
While Qingming didn't fear for his own safety, he preferred not to get entangled in such a mess.
Compared to the chaos of battle, Qingming much preferred the peace and quiet of training.
Not long ago, he had perfected Wind Release: Vacuum Bullets and three other jutsu. Now, he was working on Rasengan.
If everything went according to plan, he would master it by the end of the day—or tomorrow at the latest.
When that happened, he would have another perfected A-rank offensive jutsu in his arsenal, which would significantly enhance both his overall strength and his progress toward learning Wind Release: Rasenshuriken.
With that kind of goal in mind, he had no interest in prolonging this fight with the Mist ninja.
If not for the current situation forcing his hand, he wouldn't have even joined this final battlefield.
These thoughts flashed through Qingming's mind as he arrived in front of his target.
Swish!
The blade of his sword gleamed as it swung.
Without hesitation, Qingming simultaneously unleashed Phantom Sword Technique and Shadow Sword Technique. Six sword strikes—three real, three illusions—came from different angles, slashing toward his target.
Unlike Tamura Shinji, however, this Mist special jonin had sharper instincts. He immediately identified the three illusory strikes of the Phantom Sword Technique.
But even with this advantage, he was unable to fully defend against Qingming's attack.
Though his perception was better than Tamura's, his close-combat skills were weaker.
As a result, even after eliminating three fake strikes, he still couldn't block the remaining real ones.
In the end, he was forced to retreat.
The only reason he avoided a graver injury was the distance Qingming had to cover after incapacitating Kitano Ichiro, giving him just enough time to react.
Otherwise, his fate wouldn't have been much better than Tamura's.
When his first strike missed, Qingming didn't hesitate. He immediately stepped forward, closing the gap and slashing once more.
This time, there wasn't enough time to execute Phantom or Shadow Sword Techniques.
Even so, the Mist special jonin could only defend.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The crisp sound of metal colliding echoed in rapid succession.
As before, once Qingming engaged in close quarters, it only took a few exchanges before he inflicted another wound on his opponent.
Sensing the dire situation, several skilled Mist chunin moved in to assist, attempting to break Qingming's relentless assault.
First, a volley of shuriken flew toward Qingming from all directions, aiming for his vital points.
Qingming's Sharingan whirred as he quickly locked onto all the incoming projectiles. With a series of precise sword movements, he deflected each one with ease.
Just as he prepared to continue his pursuit of the Mist special jonin, a sudden surge of chakra emanated from behind a tree nearby.
Turning toward the source, Qingming saw a Mist chunin emerging from behind the tree, hands still forming seals and preparing to unleash a jutsu.
Without missing a beat, Qingming raised his left hand, completing his own seals in a flash.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
Whoosh!
A torrent of flames erupted from his mouth, condensing into a rotating fireball that surged toward the Mist chunin.
At that moment, the Mist chunin managed to spit out a water jet.
The two techniques clashed, producing a loud hissing sound as steam billowed into the air, shrouding the area in a thick white mist.
"Wait..."
Qingming's eyes narrowed as he scanned his surroundings. He quickly realized that the mist wasn't just steam; it was being deliberately thickened by jutsu.
"Someone's using Water Release: Hidden Mist Jutsu!" Qingming thought grimly.
Without hesitation, he moved from his position.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A series of kunai flew toward where he had been standing, embedding themselves in the ground.
Boom!
Moments later, the kunai's attached explosive tags detonated, filling the area with flames and shockwaves that scattered the mist slightly.
"Is he dead?"
A voice whispered cautiously from within the mist.
Before anyone could respond, a sudden gust of wind swept through the area. In an instant, the dense mist was dispersed, revealing the surroundings clearly.
The trees around them swayed violently, their leaves falling like rain.
"Watch out!"
A warning cry rang out.
Slash!
The sound of a blade slicing through flesh echoed.
Qingming appeared next to a Mist chunin, his sword slicing cleanly across the ninja's throat, severing his carotid artery.
Blood spurted out in an arc, threatening to drench Qingming.
At the last moment, a faint blue glow enveloped Qingming's body, and he vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already beside another Mist chunin.
Clang!
This time, the Mist chunin managed to block Qingming's initial strike.
Unfortunately, it was a futile effort.
In the instant their weapons clashed, Qingming's left hand shot forward.
A nearly perfected Rasengan glowed faintly as it formed in his palm.
With a forceful thrust, he slammed it into the Mist chunin's chest.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones shattering echoed.
The Mist chunin spewed a mouthful of blood before his body was sent flying backward.
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