A shower of sharp shuriken rained down from the sky, forcing the Jashinist Jonin to gradually become overwhelmed. Watanabe Mousse, who understood Shangguan Mo's tactics, no longer went all out in his attacks. He would often swing his sword with great force, but when the Jonin blocked it, he would find it was just a feint.
Swish!
The next moment, another shuriken came from an unexpected angle, aimed straight at his rear end! He swung his crimson scythe back and deflected the glinting shuriken. His entire body began to tremble, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Ah! Ugh!" He opened his mouth to roar, but something small got stuck in his throat. "Gag..." His body's natural reaction made him bend over, trying to vomit out the foreign object. But the next moment, a burning sensation rose from his throat. "This feeling... it's just like an exploding tag," he thought.
Thump!
A muffled, tiny explosion came from between his teeth. Visibly, his throat began to bleed, and a drop of blood slowly formed and trickled down his neck. One drop, two drops... The Jonin's pupils slowly widened. He looked down at his throat, which was now in searing pain, and saw only a crimson gash on his chest. He clearly realized that a very small wound had appeared in his windpipe. Normally, it would be nothing, but now, in the heat of battle, this small wound was destined to be the cause of his defeat, and even his death.
In the sky, Shangguan Mo shook his head. "This Self-Destructing Fly is useful, but its power is a bit too small. An explosion from inside the body, in a fragile place like the windpipe, and it didn't even blow it open..."
After throwing the last shuriken, he had remembered the summoning beast he had subconsciously ignored—the Self-Destructing Fly. This summon, which he had considered almost purely for support, had once again produced an unexpected effect in battle.
He coated his ninja sword with chakra, and a sharp, cutting aura emanated from the blade. The gray-white chakra was like a deadly, beautiful light, flickering in the Jonin's eyes. Wind Style: Weapon Enhancement!
When the enemy began to crumble from within, Watanabe, with his years of combat experience, began to increase the pressure, only to hasten the worsening of his injuries.
Clang, clang, clang!
The two figures clashed at high speed, the sparks from their weapons almost continuous, the sound of metal on metal incessant. In Shangguan Mo's vision, the two figures were almost a blur. He could only make out their movements in the brief moments their weapons clashed and paused. "So this is a Jonin," he murmured.
A Jonin-level existence had almost no weaknesses. Even with just taijutsu, they could crush the current him a thousand times over.
The fierce clash lasted for several minutes. Just as Watanabe was beginning to feel the strain, the Jashinist Jonin finally had the thought of retreating. Clang! He slammed his giant crimson scythe onto Watanabe's blocking ninja sword, then kicked off the blade. Using the rebound force, he shot backward. Drops of blood fell from his clothes, leaving a trail of spots where he passed.
"Little Wind!" Shangguan Mo's eyes lit up, and he patted the Windhawk's head. It immediately understood his meaning, and with a flap of its wings, it shot after the man. At the same time, a whirlwind began to gather in its mouth. A few seconds later, its mouth, stretched to its limit, became a狰狞 (ferocious/savage) maw, and a rapidly rotating white sphere shot out towards the Jashinist thirty meters below.
The next moment, the earth shook. The forest it had just entered was subjected to an unprecedented blow. The powerful shockwave pulverized the trees within a ten-meter radius of the explosion's center, sending wood splinters flying everywhere. The branches of the trees within a fifty-meter radius swayed wildly, as if they were about to snap.
Shangguan Mo, however, frowned. "Self-Destructing Fly, share your vision!"
At his command, the scene before his eyes changed dramatically. The vast sky was replaced by an ancient, primeval forest. Trees that seemed to reach the heavens stood around him, and the air was filled with yellow sand and dust. Suddenly, his vision shook, and a massive gust of wind, carrying dust, rushed towards him. This apocalyptic scene scared him into dropping to the ground.
As he lay there, he felt something was wrong. The ground was soft and fleshy.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp! (Big brother! That tickles!)"
The Windhawk's thoughts echoed in his mind, and he quickly realized. "Crap! This vision sharing is too damn real! I almost thought I was the fly that was about to be blown away by the sandstorm!"
Cursing under his breath, he steadied his mind and began to search for the Jashinist Jonin's figure. Faced with the long casting time of the Explosive Rasengan, an unrestrained Jonin should have many ways to avoid the attack's epicenter. So it was unlikely he had been killed so easily.
He then sent all his Self-Destructing Flies to the perimeter of the dust cloud to prevent anyone from sneaking away. He began to check the flies' perspectives one by one. Soon, in one of the flies' visions, he found a giant figure crouching behind a towering tree in the dust.
"There!"
Cutting off the fly's perspective, he shouted and pointed to the three o'clock direction. Besides him, the three teachers began to cast ninjutsu in that direction. The Windhawk also condensed a two-meter-long wind blade in its mouth and slashed it fiercely at the target location.
BOOM!
Amidst the aftershock of the explosion, a battered figure jumped out. He glared hatefully at the Windhawk, then turned and fled in the opposite direction without looking back.
"What a cunning bastard!" This Jashinist Jonin had an incredibly firm will, displaying absolute rationality in a life-or-death situation. He had done the opposite of what was expected, not fleeing but hiding. Shangguan Mo gritted his teeth. If not for his cautious nature, this guy might have really gotten away.
"Little Wind, after him!"
Actually, he didn't need to say it. The Windhawk was already in pursuit. Looking at the figure fleeing below, a very human-like look of shame and anger appeared in its eyes. Swish! It spat out another wind blade, but the Jashinist quickly dodged it.
By the time Watanabe Mousse and Li arrived at the battlefield, Shangguan Mo and the others were already far away.
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