In the distance, the Mist ninjas cautiously approached, their steps calculated and deliberate. Suddenly, a black dot in the sky shot toward them at an incredible speed.
At first, it was just a speck. But in the blink of an eye, they realized it was a person—and they quickly identified his identity.
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
Before they could react, Qingming was already upon them. Traveling at his extreme flight speed of 200 meters per second left them no time to prepare.
To avoid alerting his true target, Qingming didn't focus his attention on the ninja who appeared to belong to the Aburame clan. Instead, he scanned the entire group.
There were about two squads, totaling over thirty people.
Though their numbers were small, their average strength far exceeded that of the Mist ninjas ambushing the forest ahead. In this group, there wasn't a single ninja below the rank of Chūnin.
Among them, five were Jōnin, though only one was a true Jōnin. The other four were Tokubetsu Jōnin with specialized skills. Still, this was a formidable force.
Unfortunately for them, they faced Qingming—a foe beyond their league.
Given the hostility between the sides, there was no need for words. The battle erupted instantly.
Shuriken Barrage
Dozens of kunai flew toward Qingming, sharp and deadly.
Qingming didn't bother dodging. Instead, he raised a hand and unleashed a Wind Release jutsu—Great Breakthrough.
Past experiences had taught him that this high-powered wind release technique was the most effective counter.
As expected, a fierce gust of wind erupted from his mouth, not only repelling the incoming kunai but also forcing the Mist ninjas to scatter and evade.
Seeing the chaos below, Qingming seized the opportunity. He ceased the jutsu, flapped his wings, and shot downward like an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, he was upon a startled Mist Chūnin.
"Ah!"
The Mist Chūnin cried out in alarm, realizing Qingming had suddenly appeared before him.
He tried to retaliate, but it was too late.
Their eyes met briefly, and Qingming's Sharingan Genjutsu took hold, freezing the Mist ninja in place.
In one swift motion, Qingming's hand, shrouded in a faint layer of chakra, slashed across the ninja's throat.
This was no ordinary technique—it was the Chakra Scalpel, a medical ninjutsu Qingming had mastered to its fullest potential at Level 7. Now, he could deploy it seamlessly without even forming seals.
In close combat, the Chakra Scalpel was both discreet and deadly.
The Mist Chūnin barely had time to react before his life was snuffed out.
Incoming Threats
Not far away, a Tokubetsu Jōnin, Koji Ohara, noticed the commotion. His sharp eyes locked onto Qingming, and without hesitation, he hurled a kunai infused with Wind Release chakra.
The weapon whistled through the air with incredible penetration power, a testament to the rare chakra-conductive materials used to forge it.
However, it posed little threat to Qingming.
Spotting the kunai's trajectory, he made no effort to evade. Instead, he activated Earth Release: Earth-Style Hardening.
Previously, this technique would darken his skin into an almost stone-like texture. Now, after refining the jutsu to its peak, the hardening was nearly invisible, with only a slight darkening of his skin.
The kunai struck with a metallic clang, but it failed to penetrate his defense.
Koji Ohara's expression turned grim.
Qingming wasted no time capitalizing on the opening. He darted through the fray, his Chakra Scalpel slicing through the throats of three more Mist Chūnin.
Despite their considerable skills, they were utterly outmatched. Killing them was no more challenging for Qingming than slaughtering livestock.
Wide-Range Attack
More projectiles flew his way, prompting Qingming to ascend with a powerful flap of his wings, soaring above the enemy's reach.
From this vantage point, he completed a series of hand seals, unleashing Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet.
A torrent of flames erupted from his mouth, quickly splitting into three massive fire dragons. They roared toward the enemy in three directions—left, center, and right.
"Water Release: Water Formation Wall!"
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"
Two Jōnin among the Mist ninjas countered immediately, conjuring a water barrier and massive water dragons to intercept two of the incoming fire dragons.
However, the third fire dragon tore through their formation, forcing the rest of the squad to scatter.
At that moment, Qingming struck again.
With a crackling sound, lightning surged from his palms, forming two serpentine bolts of electricity.
The Lightning Release: Lightning Strike technique arced through the air, hitting two Mist Chūnin with precision.
"Ahhh!"
The Mist ninjas screamed briefly before falling silent, their charred bodies collapsing to the ground. The air was filled with the acrid scent of burning flesh.
Dominance in the Sky
Qingming quickly retreated after the attack, gaining distance from the group. His movements were crisp and efficient, leaving no room for counterattacks.
Hovering above them, he surveyed the battlefield, looking down at the Mist ninjas with a detached gaze.
The enemy hesitated, too wary to launch an attack. Their morale had been shaken by Qingming's overwhelming display of power.
His mastery of various jutsu, paired with the advantages of flight and the Sharingan, had turned the skirmish into a one-sided massacre.
Qingming's gaze swept over the group.
He noticed that, regardless of rank, all the Mist ninjas—be they Chūnin or Jōnin—carried a trace of fear deep within their hearts, no matter how well they tried to conceal it.
Except for one.
The Aburame ninja in their midst showed no genuine fear.
Though his expression mirrored the others—feigned panic and trepidation—the subtle tells did not escape the keen perception of Qingming's Sharingan.
This only confirmed Qingming's earlier suspicion: Danzo was behind this scheme.
Only Danzo's operatives, who had undergone the mind-breaking "Erasure of Self" training, could maintain such composure, treating themselves as mere tools for the mission.
With this realization, Qingming saw no reason to waste time on the other Mist ninjas.
His gaze briefly lingered on the group surrounding the Aburame ninja, noting the positions of nearby Mist Chūnin and Jōnin.
Without hesitation, he flapped his wings once more and descended rapidly toward the Mist formation.
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