Whoosh—a flash of cold light appeared.
The "Phantom Sword Technique" was deployed.
The Mist Jonin in front of him, Sui Kou Shuo, hesitated for a moment, entranced by the glint of the blade. However, being an expert in genjutsu, he quickly regained his composure and bent backward to avoid the attack.
The blade narrowly missed, slicing a few strands of his hair.
"Oh?"
Qing Ming murmured in surprise; he hadn't expected Sui Kou Shuo to break free of the "Phantom Sword Technique" so quickly.
However, that's all it was—a brief surprise.
With a flick of his wrist, Qing Ming's slash shifted from a downward strike to an upward one, aiming directly for his opponent's carotid artery.
Feeling an intense sense of danger, Sui Kou Shuo's instincts kicked in, causing him to retreat reflexively.
Slash—
Qing Ming's blade grazed his chest, leaving a significant gash from which blood immediately seeped, staining his clothes crimson.
"Ugh!"
A grunt escaped Sui Kou Shuo's lips.
Despite the pain, he quickly opened his mouth, releasing the jutsu he had prepared while dodging.
In an instant, a visible soundwave emanated from his mouth, spreading rapidly in all directions.
Qing Ming, being the closest, was directly hit by the wave.
This time, while the soundwave wasn't genjutsu, it created a similar effect.
The soundwave disturbed the nerves in Qing Ming's ears, disrupting his balance and making him sway unsteadily.
Moreover, his internal organs throbbed painfully, as though struck by an invisible hammer, causing a wave of nausea.
"Resonance?"
The term he had learned in his previous life as a student flashed across Qing Ming's mind.
While he couldn't recall the specifics, he remembered that every object had its own frequency, and when another object matched that frequency, resonance occurred.
Resonance typically caused harm, damaging the objects involved—as was now the case with his internal organs, which had been injured by Sui Kou Shuo's soundwave resonance.
However, unlike his previous life, where he would have had no choice but to endure, this world of supernatural powers offered ways to resist such damage.
With a thought, chakra surged within his body, and an invisible force dispersed the soundwaves invading his system.
Then, in a flash of azure light, he activated the "Blink Sword Technique" again, moving instantly to Sui Kou Shuo's side.
Sui Kou Shuo had barely retreated a few steps and was still within reach.
Whoosh—
Another strike was launched.
The blade emitted a faint, cold gleam as it approached—"Phantom Sword Technique" on the verge of activation.
Sui Kou Shuo, feeling the tension, didn't dare meet Qing Ming's gaze or watch the incoming blade, relying solely on intuition to dodge.
However, his taijutsu wasn't sharp enough. After only a few strikes, Qing Ming capitalized on his earlier experience, seizing an opening and carving a deep wound across his opponent's chest.
Unlike the previous shallow cut, this one exposed bone.
Blood flowed freely, and Sui Kou Shuo's energy quickly waned.
Seeing his chance, Qing Ming channeled chakra through his feet, increasing his speed and appearing next to his opponent in an instant.
With his sword brandished, wind-style chakra surged along the blade, creating a chilling gleam.
The blade sliced through Sui Kou Shuo's neck, leaving a thin, crimson line.
Though seemingly slight, the wound left Sui Kou Shuo frozen in place.
He looked at Qing Ming, his mouth opening as if to speak. Yet, he only managed to utter, "You—" before his head fell from his shoulders.
Blood gushed from his neck in a violent arc, forming a fountain several meters high.
Expressionless, Qing Ming's gaze shifted from the lifeless body to the surrounding enemies.
Although it seemed to take a long time, everything had transpired within mere moments. By now, the Mist ninjas nearby had just managed to break free from Sui Kou Shuo's soundwave genjutsu.
They looked at Sui Kou Shuo's body and Qing Ming standing nearby, their expressions grim.
"Attack!"
At someone's command, the Mist ninjas launched their offensive.
Once again, the battle erupted.
Qing Ming held his ground; the chaotic battlefield was perfect for showcasing his Sharingan and swordsmanship.
Focusing his mind, he recalled the previous state he'd been in and, after a short moment, re-entered that trance-like state.
For the Mist ninjas around him, it was a terrifying sight.
Qing Ming, armed with only a single blade, carved a path through his enemies, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
Occasionally, a Mist ninja would attempt to use ninjutsu or genjutsu for a sneak attack, but Qing Ming's keen senses always detected their movements.
Then, without fail, his sword would find its way to them.
From atop the cliff, the Konoha ninja reinforcements observed the chaotic battlefield below. Hesitating only briefly, they joined the fray, lightening the pressure on Uchiha Tetsuka and his comrades, who intensified their assault.
······ As time passed, minute by minute, over half an hour slipped by.
The sky dimmed, and just as the sun was about to vanish entirely, a loud horn blared from the Mist warship in the distance.
Instantly, the Mist ninjas on the field seemed to awaken, pulling back from the fight.
They looked back at the ship, which had already turned around, and without hesitation, widened the gap between themselves and the Konoha ninjas.
Once they were at a safe distance, they began retreating toward the warship.
Seeing this, most of the Konoha ninjas, except for a few who were bloodlusted, didn't attempt to stop them.
It wasn't that they wanted to show mercy; rather, they no longer had the strength to block their retreat.
Though the battle had been brief, its intensity rivaled that of any major confrontation.
In some ways, it had been even more fierce.
After all, two hundred Konoha ninjas had faced off against four hundred Mist ninjas, and though Qing Ming had twice disrupted their formation and drawn the attention of many high-ranking Mist ninjas, it had still been an arduous struggle for Konoha's forces.
During the heat of battle, it hadn't been as noticeable, but once the fighting ceased, and the tension faded, they realized they had no more fight left in them.
Qing Ming also chose not to pursue.
Though he knew that by stalling them a bit longer, he could await Kuroze Seishu's reinforcements and ensure no Mist ninjas would escape, he refrained from acting.
The reason was simple: whatever he thought of, the Mist ninjas likely had considered as well.
If he tried to hold them back, they would inevitably retaliate.
And another brutal fight would ensue.
He was already a target for the Mist Village, and if all of these Mist ninjas died because of him, they would only intensify their efforts against him.
Although he had the protection of the "Heavenly Protection," he preferred to avoid drawing undue attention.
As the saying goes, "If you walk by the river, your shoes will eventually get wet." An ace in the hole should remain hidden.
If he relied on "Heavenly Protection" too often due to the Mist's targeting, it would only be a matter of time before someone discovered its secrets.
And if countermeasures were devised, he would face serious problems.
Furthermore, even if he wanted to stop them, several Mist Jonin had already focused their attention on him, making it impossible to intervene.
Thus, he could only watch them go.
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