Witnessing their comrades fall one after another, a chill involuntarily rose in the hearts of the Sunagakure Ninja.
This kid's strength is too great!
Has his strength already reached the Jonin Rank?
Even a Jonin wouldn't have such formidable stamina!
This kid not only doesn't seem tired, but he's getting stronger!
Fighting against such a battle machine is a nightmare!
Battle allows no room for hesitation, and although fear had already taken root in their hearts, the Sunagakure Ninja still charged towards Shiratori Rin without hesitation.
The Sunagakure Ninja roared and attacked Shiratori Rin again.
"Earth Release: Rock Lodging Collapse!"
"Secret Technique: Feathered Thousand Kills!"
"..."
Dense attacks surrounded Shiratori Rin like a tide.
Shiratori Rin's figure moved again.
The flowing mercury around him blocked the attacks for him, and his fists and long sword continuously landed on the Sunagakure Ninja.
Blood splattered around him.
A Sunagakure Ninja swung his sword, Shiratori Rin dodged to the side, and the long sword left his hand, cut through the opponent's throat, and then returned to his hand.
Yes, Shiratori Rin had applied Tsukumogami Manipulation Technique to the long sword in his hand.
Even if he didn't move, the long sword could attack on its own, though it wasn't as powerful as when he personally wielded it.
After dealing with the threats surrounding him, Shiratori Rin's gaze locked onto the dozens of Sunagakure Ninja in front.
"Ding!"
"System detected Sand Falcon Killing Intent +5000."
"Your Curse Spirit Ryomen Sukuna Rank has increased to 81.7%."
A strong sense of crisis instantly crawled up Shiratori Rin's spine.
An extremely fast black shadow silently tore through the swirling yellow sand, heading straight for Shiratori Rin's back.
Its speed far exceeded that of the Ninja fighting Shiratori Rin.
Shiratori Rin's pupils suddenly constricted; he forcefully twisted his body and held his long sword horizontally in front of him to block.
Clang—
A loud clang rang in Shiratori Rin's ears.
An unimaginable immense force came from the long sword.
Shiratori Rin only felt his arms go numb, and his tiger's mouth seemed to lose all sensation.
His body was like being hit head-on by a train, uncontrollably flying backward.
His body flipped in the air, stumbled a few steps, and then stood firm on the ground.
Shiratori Rin looked at the tall figure in front of him.
This strength and speed, definitely a Jonin!
Shiratori Rin really didn't expect a Jonin from the Sandstorm Camp to come deal with him.
The number of Jonin in a camp is not large, it can be said to be very few.
At least on the surface, a Jonin dealing with him, a child, was simply a waste of resources.
Sand Falcon stood where Shiratori Rin had been before he was sent flying, his lower face covered by a gray mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes, like a poisonous Sasori in the desert.
His arm muscles bulged, and he held a strangely shaped short blade in his hand.
"Amegakure brat..."
Sand Falcon's hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing, his gaze locked on Shiratori Rin: "Your performance ends here."
On the right side of the Sandstorm Camp, the fire of explosions once again soared into the sky.
Accompanied by huge roars and the screams of Ninja, another division of Rain Ninja broke through the Sandstorm Ninja's defenses within the camp.
Since Sand Falcon appeared, the Sunagakure Ninja surrounding Shiratori Rin automatically retreated.
Shiratori Rin and Sand Falcon confronted each other, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, the air solidified, and a chilling killing intent swept overwhelmingly towards Shiratori Rin.
"Ding!"
"System detected Sand Falcon Killing Intent +5000."
"Your Curse Spirit Ryomen Sukuna Rank has increased to 82.2%."
Shiratori Rin stared at the Jonin in front of him.
There is a world of difference in strength between Jonin, Chunin, and Genin.
Shiratori Rin had to remain highly vigilant.
Sand Falcon opposite him was clearly very confident in his own strength; Sand Falcon held his short blade and walked step by step towards Shiratori Rin, his eyes like those that had locked onto dying prey.
"It's time to end everything."
Sand Falcon's voice rang out.
Shiratori Rin: "...I disagree with you. I think everything has just begun."
He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
If he could win, he would fight; if he couldn't, he would summon the Curse Spirit.
He would just use the Jonin in front of him to gain some combat experience.
In the right camp of Sunagakure, the Rain Ninja destroyed the fence, and Sunagakure's defensive formation was forcibly breached, with Rain Ninja pouring in through the gap.
Under the dense attacks of the Rain Ninja, the Sunagakure Ninja continuously retreated, hiding behind the remaining cover, their hands forming hand signs blurring into afterimages.
Ninjutsu after Ninjutsu attacked the approaching Rain Ninja.
"Wind Release: Vacuum Consecutive Wave!"
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
"..."
Sharp wind blades tore through the air, emitting piercing screams, and fiercely slashed at the charging Rain Ninja.
Even though the Sunagakure Ninja resisted fiercely, their numbers continued to dwindle under the suppression of numbers.
A Sunagakure Ninja had just finished forming hand signs and hadn't had time to release his Ninjutsu when a poisoned Kunai shot out from a side shadow, accurately embedding itself in his throat.
The Sunagakure Ninja clutched his spurting neck, falling down with unwillingness in his eyes.
Such scenes were playing out throughout the camp.
The air in the Sandstorm Camp was filled with the heavy smell of blood and gunpowder.
As far as the eye could see, there were fallen bodies, twisted limbs, scattered weapons...
In the center of the Sandstorm Camp.
Sand Falcon approached Shiratori Rin, making the first move, forming hand signs: "Crystal Sand Manipulation!"
Amidst the roaring, the yellow sand in front of Sand Falcon trembled, suddenly surging like a gushing flood, rising into giant waves of yellow sand, which churned in front of Shiratori Rin to a height of at least three meters.
The yellow sand instantly transformed into countless sharp rhomboid crystal spikes in the air.
The crystal spikes were dense, like raindrops solidified in the air, packed tightly together.
In an instant, these crystal spikes, with a tearing scream, shot overwhelmingly towards Shiratori Rin.
Shiratori Rin's broom appeared in his hand, carrying his body soaring into the sky, far exceeding the range of the crystal spike attack.
The crystal spikes deeply pierced into the yellow sand, transforming back into yellow sand, merging with the sand on the ground.
Shiratori Rin, riding on the broom, watched this scene, and his gaze on Sand Falcon changed.
He's also a Bloodline Limit Ninja!
It seems a bit of a waste to just kill him...
Suddenly.
The yellow sand beneath Sand Falcon's feet churned, and countless amber crystal spikes formed from yellow sand emerged from the ground.
The crystal spikes aimed at Shiratori Rin in the air and shot towards him.
The wriggling mercury once again formed a huge shield beneath Shiratori Rin.
The crystal spikes deeply embedded themselves into the solidified mercury.
And Shiratori Rin's figure had already disappeared from above.
Appearing silently behind Sand Falcon.
Sand Falcon quickly turned around, forming hand signs: "Crystal Sand Wall!"
The yellow sand instantly condensed behind him into a thick crystal wall.
Crack—
The crystal wall shattered in Sand Falcon's shocked gaze.
"How is that possible?"
His Crystal Sand Wall was impenetrable!
Shiratori Rin twisted his wrist, and the long sword slashed towards Sand Falcon.
Why isn't it possible?
There's no existence that Warawara can't create a weakness for.
Crack—
The short blade in Sand Falcon's hand, used to block Shiratori Rin's long sword, cracked.