Swish!
A pair of light blue chakra wings spread from behind, and with a thought, Qingming controlled the wings, soaring high into the sky.
Seeing him leave the range of their attacks, the two Mist Ninjas who had just been performing ninjutsu immediately ceased their techniques.
Next, each of them took a handful of shuriken from their tool pouches and simultaneously threw them at the airborne Qingming.
The shuriken flew at him from awkward angles, effectively blocking every potential escape route.
However, Qingming didn't even attempt to evade.
Almost as soon as the shuriken were released, Qingming locked onto their trajectories.
With a "clang," his long sword was drawn from its sheath at his waist.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sword danced in the air.
After a series of "clinks" and "clangs," all the shuriken heading toward him were neatly sliced from the air.
Seeing this, the two Mist Ninjas felt regret, but they were not too disappointed.
After all, with Qingming's demonstrated mastery of swordsmanship, combined with his three-tomoe Sharingan, it wasn't surprising that he could achieve this.
They hadn't expected to kill him with just a few shuriken. The real purpose of their attack was to slow down Qingming's flight, buying time for their allies.
Just then, both Mist Ninjas called out in unison, "Ximei!"
Almost immediately after their words, a soft, melodious voice sounded, almost like a song, or like someone murmuring in their sleep.
The moment it appeared, it reached Qingming's ears, penetrating deep into his mind, making him feel an overwhelming desire to fall asleep.
Hypnosis? Genjutsu?
Qingming's mind stirred. He immediately mobilized his massive spiritual energy, easily dispelling the invading mental and chakra-based forces.
"Hmm..."
Below, after his genjutsu was broken, Jīn Pǔ Xī Měi, who had been standing next to Morishita Shichi, let out a muffled groan.
Yes, the attack Qingming had just encountered was indeed a genjutsu, and it had been cast by the first Mist Ninja to rush to Morishita Shichi's aid.
Earlier, Qingming had assumed they were simply concerned for their comrade.
Now, it seemed there was more to it—a hint of deliberate intent.
It was likely that they were trying to cover any gaps in their strategy.
This wasn't a conspiracy theory from Qingming's side, but simply an observation from the recent series of encounters. The person who had cast the genjutsu had shown no such abilities in the past.
However, from the timing of the genjutsu and its proficiency, it was clear she was skilled in this area.
Why had she not used it until now?
The only possible answer was that she had been hiding her abilities, waiting for the perfect moment to deal Qingming a fatal blow.
Unfortunately for her, all her plans had been undone by Qingming's overwhelming strength.
Indeed, she had chosen to use the most effective sound-based genjutsu against him, based on his past performance.
But against his immense spiritual power, this level of genjutsu was utterly ineffective.
Had Qingming already learned the Sharingan's unique genjutsu—Magical Illusion: Mirror World Shift—he could have easily reflected the genjutsu back at her with his current eye power.
In the blink of an eye, Qingming's thoughts flashed, and he looked downward.
At that moment, the other three Mist Ninjas were just beginning to form hand seals.
However, it was too late.
Breaking free from the genjutsu's effects, Qingming immediately flew higher into the air, completely escaping their attack range.
Seeing this, Zēng Jìn Rùn Yī paused in his hand seals, muttering, "How is that possible?"
Qingming's speed in breaking free from the genjutsu exceeded their expectations.
This put their original plan in jeopardy.
Frustrated, Zēng Jìn Rùn Yī cast a glance at Jīn Pǔ Xī Měi, seemingly asking why Qingming had recovered from the genjutsu so quickly.
In the past, they had dealt with Uchiha clan members, and even the three-tomoe Sharingan required several seconds to break free from the "Genjutsu: Illusionary Sound" technique. That was more than enough time for them to regain control.
But this time?
Before they could take action, Qingming had already regained his freedom.
All their calculations had backfired, and that made Zēng Jìn Rùn Yī furious. If not for the fact that he knew Jīn Pǔ Xī Měi could not be betraying them, he would have suspected her of deliberately letting him off the hook.
Meeting Zēng Jìn Rùn Yī's questioning gaze, Jīn Pǔ Xī Měi explained, "His spiritual power is too overwhelming, far beyond what a normal Uchiha Jōnin can compare to. I couldn't affect him!"
Upon hearing this, Zēng Jìn Rùn Yī's expression darkened, and he fell silent. He raised his eyes once again to look at Qingming, who hovered high above. His face grew even darker.
This time, their task had been to entangle Qingming.
But now that Qingming had escaped their attack range, there was no way they could catch him unless he wanted to be caught.
In other words, their mission was most likely going to fail.
"Dammit!"
Zēng Jìn Rùn Yī cursed softly and casually threw a shuriken at Qingming.
However, from below to above, with such a long distance, the shuriken's speed slowed down considerably and was bound to miss.
Qingming merely fluttered his wings lightly, evading the attack.
But he didn't immediately counterattack.
Instead, he flew another ten meters higher, ensuring he was safe before raising his hand to form hand seals and casting a jutsu—Healing Palm Technique!
A dense ball of Yang Release chakra appeared and was directly injected into the wound on his abdomen.
Although the shuriken hadn't hit any vital organs, it was still in the abdomen, and despite his best efforts to control it, he had bled quite a bit.
Therefore, immediate treatment was necessary.
As for the wound on his left arm, Qingming merely gathered some chakra to activate his body's self-healing abilities and ignored it.
After doing so, he looked back down at the remaining four Mist Ninjas. Seeing that they had not yet left, he prepared to launch a counterattack.
However, just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a group of people in the distance.
"What's this?"
Qingming turned his head and looked south.
He saw a group of 200 to 300 people rapidly approaching from several kilometers away.
He immediately understood who they were and decided to abandon his attack on the remaining Mist Ninjas, instead flying towards the approaching group.
At a speed of forty meters per second, it took less than two minutes for him to reach the group's position.
The moment he got a clear view of the group's identities, he murmured, "As expected, Mist Ninjas."
He had suspected their identity the moment he saw them coming from the south, as only the Mist Ninjas from Feiyu Town would approach the Black Stone Base from that direction.
If it had been Konoha's own reinforcements, they would have come from the west or north, closer to the heart of the Land of Fire.
"Now, why are they arriving at this time?" Qingming wondered to himself, but he didn't dwell on it. His priority was to send the information to the base. Everything else could wait.
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