"Watch out!"
With a loud shout, Nagashima Jikyu swiftly pulled out a few kunai and hurled them toward Qingming.
Yes, the speaker just now was none other than Qingming himself, who had used the Transformation Jutsu to disguise himself as an Iwagakure ninja and blend into the crowd.
Initially, Qingming hadn't expected to encounter Old Purple in this situation, but when he spotted him, he immediately recognized it as an opportunity. Unconsciously, he let slip a trace of killing intent.
It was this trace that made Old Purple sense the danger and swiftly locate its source, leaving Qingming a bit frustrated.
Boom
With the Transformation Jutsu dispelled, Qingming's true form emerged.
Ignoring the panicked Iwagakure ninjas retreating to either side, he activated his Sharingan, instantly locking onto the incoming kunai. Qingming's figure flickered as he deftly dodged every attack.
Taking advantage of the moment, he closed in on Old Purple. With a flash of steel, Qingming drew the short sword from his waist and thrust it toward Old Purple's heart.
"Watch out!"
Seeing this, Nagashima Jikyu called out again in alarm.
Yet Old Purple stood completely still. Just as the blade was about to reach him, a layer of dark red chakra suddenly enveloped his body.
With it came a crushingly oppressive aura.
At that moment, Old Purple made a lightning-fast move, grabbing Qingming's short sword and stopping it completely. No matter how much force Qingming applied, the sword couldn't advance a single inch.
After a moment of deadlock, Old Purple let out a low shout and, with a sudden burst of strength in his right arm, flung Qingming backward along with his weapon.
Twisting mid-air, Qingming tightened his core and adjusted his stance, landing on a nearby tree.
Looking down at Old Purple, now cloaked in a bijuu-like chakra coat, Qingming frowned, recalling the scene of him grabbing the short sword bare-handed.
Boom
A loud sound echoed.
Old Purple kicked off from the ground, launching himself like a cannonball directly at Qingming, who perched on a tree branch.
Not interested in a head-on clash, Qingming sheathed his short sword, flashed away, and jumped to another tree to dodge Old Purple's attack.
However, Old Purple was relentless, reaching out an arm toward Qingming mid-leap.
In the next moment, his dark red chakra coalesced into a claw, extending toward Qingming.
Seeing this, Qingming quickly formed hand signs and cast his jutsu—Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique!
A dragon of flame emerged from his mouth, crashing into the "bijuu claw."
Boom
A violent explosion erupted.
The dragon was shattered instantly, turning into a rain of sparks. Yet, the "bijuu claw" only wavered slightly before continuing its grasp toward Qingming.
His pupils constricted as he watched.
The "Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique" he just used had been precisely calibrated to counteract the chakra density of the "bijuu claw," expending a considerable amount of his chakra.
Yet, it had been shattered upon contact, a testament to the superior quality of Old Purple's chakra—far beyond Qingming's.
Clearly, against the same level of attack, he would have to expend much more chakra in return.
This, undeniably, was a glaring disadvantage.
To raise the quality of his chakra, Qingming knew that mastering Sage Mode was likely his only option.
The nature chakra it harnesses can even stand against Yin-Yang Release, making it one of the strongest forms of chakra.
But that was for the future.
For now, his focus had to remain on dealing with Old Purple's current attack.
Watching the claw drawing closer, Qingming wasted no time. He executed the Body Flicker Technique, disappearing from his original spot.
Boom
The bijuu claw struck the tree, leaving deep gouges.
"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!"
Not giving Old Purple time to retract his chakra claw, Qingming, from his new position, unleashed another jutsu, sending dozens of fireballs toward him like a rain of meteors.
"Hmph! Showy tricks!"
Seeing the incoming barrage of fireballs, Old Purple scoffed and prepared to sweep them all away with his chakra claw.
But suddenly, a few shurikens appeared within the fireballs, heading straight for Old Purple's face.
"What?"
Caught off guard, Old Purple quickly dodged.
Sss...
The sound of metal scraping flesh and burning flesh filled the air as one of the heated shurikens grazed his cheek, leaving a scorched wound.
Feeling the sharp pain on his face, Old Purple roared in anger, "You brat, you're asking for it!"
With a loud shout, he formed hand seals, took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply, unleashing—Lava Release: Scorching Stream Rock Technique!
Molten lava balls emerged, shooting toward Qingming like a barrage of artillery shells.
Sensing the intense heat emanating from them, Qingming knew he couldn't take them head-on.
Combined with their physical properties, these molten balls posed a lethal threat, so he immediately used Body Flicker Technique to evade and dashed toward the nearby Iwagakure ninjas.
Seeing this, Nagashima Jikyu shouted, "Everyone, attack him! Don't let him get close."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
A rain of kunai and shurikens hurtled toward Qingming, some ninjas even cleverly including explosive tags.
Qingming's Sharingan spun rapidly, catching every movement with clarity. In his vision, each kunai and shuriken appeared as though in slow motion, posing little threat.
The only things he needed to be cautious of were the explosive tags among them.
Boom boom boom
One explosion after another echoed.
Thanks to the powerful insight of the Sharingan, Qingming expertly evaded the explosion radii of the tags and deftly dodged the kunai and shuriken.
"Argh!"
"Watch out!"
"He's coming! Fall back!"
Amidst the chaos, Qingming cut through the ranks of Iwagakure ninjas.
With a quick draw, his short sword flashed as he swiftly dispatched two lower-ranked Iwagakure ninjas, intensifying the panic among the ranks.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he formed hand signs and cast another jutsu—Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, once again aiming at Old Purple.
This time, Old Purple was on high alert, prepared for any tricks, but Qingming didn't follow up with any shuriken.
Realizing he'd been baited, Old Purple seethed with anger, almost literally steaming.
And that's not a metaphor.
Old Purple formed hand seals, activating the "Lava Release Chakra Mode."
Suddenly, molten lava materialized around him, coiling and wrapping him in a thick layer of armor.
Smoke rose from his body, and even from a distance, Qingming could smell the scent of molten rock.
"Take this!"
With a furious shout, Old Purple charged directly at Qingming.
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