Driven by the principle of not wasting resources, Qing Ming formed a series of hand seals and once again performed the Chakra Absorption Jutsu.
In no time, the chakra of the two individuals on the ground was completely drained. Their life forces vanished soon after.
Initially, Qing Ming considered using a Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu to incinerate their corpses, but he dismissed the idea, wary of the disturbance it might cause.
After all, the appearances these two had seen were only illusions created by Qing Ming and his shadow clone using the Transformation Jutsu. Even if their bodies were discovered, it wouldn't matter.
What's more, by the time he left this base, its very existence might be in jeopardy—let alone a couple of corpses.
Casually hiding their bodies in a corner, Qing Ming promptly moved toward the third experimental zone, guided by the memories of the Root operative known as "Chi."
Along the way, he encountered several more base guards—former experimental subjects turned sentinels.
Qing Ming showed no mercy, swiftly dispatching all of them.
If these individuals had remained mere experimental subjects, he might have spared them. However, since they chose to align themselves with the Root operatives, Qing Ming had no reason to hold back.
As for their motivations…
Qing Ming didn't care to hear or know.
He acted according to his principles, and if something displeased him, he resolved it decisively—no excuses required.
Thus, Qing Ming pressed forward through blood and death, eventually arriving at the third experimental zone.
This place resembled a prison more than a laboratory, with dozens of cells scattered throughout.
Within the cells were civilians, their bodies bearing the scars of experimentation. Their life auras were weak, and some had already succumbed, their remains emitting a nauseating stench.
Tap, tap, tap.
Qing Ming and his shadow clone continued deeper inside.
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence from ahead.
"You're back."
The voice was soft but unmistakably clear.
Following the sound, Qing Ming spotted a surgical table ahead. Lying on it was a middle-aged man covered in scales.
Beside the table stood another figure—none other than Kimura Kazuhiko.
Qing Ming recognized him—or rather, Chi did. The man was a researcher of the Root organization.
At the moment, Kazuhiko stood with his back to Qing Ming, seemingly engrossed in his work.
Without stopping, Qing Ming let out a nasal grunt as though acknowledging the man's words.
Hearing the response, Kazuhiko turned around.
He appeared to be a young man in his early thirties, wearing round glasses and a blood-stained white lab coat.
If not for the gore, he might have passed as a genial neighbor.
Unfortunately, he was nothing short of a monster.
Glancing at Qing Ming, Kazuhiko adjusted his tools and casually remarked, "We're out of test subjects. Be sure to replenish them tomorrow."
"Mm."
Qing Ming grunted in reply, closing the distance while subtly preparing his Sharingan.
"Oh, one more thing!"
Just as he was about to act, Kazuhiko seemed to notice something amiss and sniffed the air.
In the next moment, his pupils constricted, and he barked, "You're not Chi! Who are you?"
"You tell me," Qing Ming replied, his Sharingan flaring to life.
"What?!"
Kazuhiko's face twisted in shock and fury upon seeing the Sharingan.
His reflexes were sharp, though. The instant Qing Ming activated his genjutsu, Kazuhiko shut his eyes and leaped backward.
Without hesitation, Qing Ming drew his blade, his figure flashing with a burst of blue energy as he performed the Instant Sword Technique.
In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance, swinging his sword to cleave Kazuhiko's shoulder.
He deliberately avoided vital areas like the neck or head, aiming to capture Kazuhiko alive. Qing Ming still needed the knowledge locked in the man's mind.
Chi's memories offered some insights but lacked depth on key experimental details or the location of records.
Kazuhiko's survival was crucial for obtaining that information.
However, this hesitation gave Kazuhiko just enough time to react.
Sensing danger, he grabbed a surgical knife infused with Wind Release chakra, using it to parry Qing Ming's attack.
Clang!
The clash of metal echoed as the impact forced Kazuhiko to stagger sideways.
But before he could recover, Qing Ming's shadow clone moved.
In a flash, the clone appeared at Kazuhiko's side and grabbed his arm.
Whoosh!
A powerful suction emanated from the clone's palm, rapidly draining Kazuhiko's chakra.
"Damn it!"
Kazuhiko cursed, a feral look flashing in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he channeled Wind Release chakra into the surgical knife and slashed his own arm.
Thud!
The severed limb fell to the ground, and Kazuhiko's body contorted unnaturally, enabling him to evade Qing Ming's next strike.
"Soft-body modification?"
Qing Ming's eyes narrowed.
Releasing an oppressive aura, he froze Kazuhiko in his tracks.
The shadow clone seized the opportunity, slamming a Rasengan into Kazuhiko's torso.
"Ahh!"
Kazuhiko screamed in agony, drawing the attention of the imprisoned experimental subjects.
Ignoring the battered onlookers, Qing Ming used another Instant Sword Technique to appear before Kazuhiko, locking eyes with him.
In that fleeting moment, Qing Ming unleashed a Genjutsu: Sharingan.
Kazuhiko's resistance crumbled, and his consciousness was ensnared.
At last, Qing Ming had subdued him.
Though Kazuhiko's perception and modifications gave him an edge, he was ultimately no match for Qing Ming.
As Qing Ming surveyed the dazed researcher, he spoke to his shadow clone.
"Go deal with any remaining threats in the base."
From Chi's memories, Qing Ming knew there were still rogue elements lurking.
With Kazuhiko under his control, Qing Ming no longer needed to tread carefully.
"Understood."
The clone nodded and vanished instantly.
With the room quiet once more, Qing Ming turned his full attention back to Kazuhiko.
It was time to reap the rewards of his capture.
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