Killed Her... Clone

"Not bad in Taijutsu..." Uran said coldly, "However, it's only 'not bad'!"

Seeing the girl easily dispatch that rabble, he admitted he had misjudged her strength, but so what?

It's nothing more than raising the opponent's rating from Genin to Chunin, barely even reaching Special Jonin Rank...

This young ninja's movements were refined and concise, her punches and kicks crisp and clean, and her attacks swift and agile, certainly not as her appearance suggested—that she was unskilled in Taijutsu. However, her weakness was also obvious: she was too strong!

Even an ordinary person can't be killed with a single punch, so how could you possibly break through his defense? Before Uran defected, she Jonin- level ninja!

"Your strength is more than enough to handle a typical underground bounty hunter's den," Uran licked her lips, revealing a cruel smile. "Unfortunately, you've run into me here! Don't worry, I won't kill you. Be grateful for my mercy, hehehe...!"

Despite his mockery and disgusting smile, the Konoha Ninja remained unmoved, his indifferent and expressionless eyes coldly fixed on his enemy.

"Nonsense..." She tossed aside her bamboo hat, drew the twin swords from her waist, and said calmly, "So many."

The butterfly-shaped dagger's blade rose sharply, defiantly pointing at Uran.

The missing-nin's expression suddenly darkened, becoming so somber it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Hmph, you're courting death!" He gritted his teeth, staring coldly at the girl, and said viciously.

He then drew his sword and charged forward.

Then he realized that he had made another misjudgment...

The girl's strength was no less, fully at the level of Chunin.

She had held back just now. Uran immediately realized this, but that wasn't the most troublesome thing for him.

While observing from the sidelines, Uran hadn't noticed, but after facing her head-on, she realized that Yu Lan's Taijutsu skills and combat experience were at the Jonin level. Her movements were concise and swift, without any hesitation. Realizing that her own strength was insufficient to confront her directly, she immediately switched to close-quarters combat.

With faster strikes and more agile movements, his opponent dodged and weaved, his movements nimble and light as a swallow, while he himself was clumsy and strained. Having not held a sword for a long time, the joints in his wrists were rusty and dull.

Uran discovered that, having been out of combat for so long, she was completely helpless against her!

This wasn't even his biggest headache.

Whoosh--!

The sword tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, but the fierce and powerful strike only grazed the girl's afterimage and missed its target.

With a swift, devastating strike, Uran quickly twisted her stiff body and forcefully pulled back her arm to block the attack launched by the girl You Dou from her side.

The tremors emanating from the sword made his heart race. His opponent's ice blade was far sharper and harder than the inferior standard weapon in his hand. After only a few exchanges, several nicks appeared on the blade.

Uran frowned deeply. His opponent's weapon was far too sharp, and that was what gave him the biggest headache!

His weapon was just an ordinary standard longsword, a weapon readily available in the village, but after his defection, it became a priceless treasure on the black market! His opponent easily chipped a gash in it, Uran felt not only heartache but also terrified: in terms of Taijutsu, he and his opponent were roughly evenly matched, but once his weapon was destroyed, he would have to fight bare-handed, a skill he lacked!

Clang--!

The longsword in Uran's hand lasted much shorter than he had expected. After a few more exchanges, the ice blade and the longsword clashed a few times before breaking in two!

Bang!

The girl launched a flying kick, sending him flying several meters away. Then, she gracefully walked over, raising her butterfly twin swords to finish him off.

"What are you all standing there for!" Uran shouted in a panic, kicking her legs backward. "Hurry up and come save me!"

The remaining few people who had been watching the two fight were his trusted subordinates. Usually, as long as their boss took action, there was no enemy he couldn't defeat. This was the first time they had seen an enemy that Uran herself couldn't handle. Instead, Uran was knocked to the ground, and they were all stunned.

Startled from their daze by Uran's loud shout, they grabbed their weapons and charged forward.

Faced with being surrounded by multiple attackers, the girl remained calm and composed, merely letting out a sneer.

The group that surrounded them lacked any coordination. They had to keep an eye on their companions while wielding their swords, making them look timid and unable to exert any real strength. Their sword strikes and slashes were weak and ineffective, which was simply laughable.

Two or three others, clearly aware of the disparity in strength between themselves and the girl, reluctantly charged forward, but it was all just for show. They casually swung their weapons, the swords so far from their enemies that they couldn't even reach the hem of the girl's Kakuzu.

A motley crew of people, of varying quality, rushed forward in a chaotic manner, hindering and blocking each other. Each person's moves were blocked several times by their own comrades, making it a classic example of 1+1=1.

The pink-haired girl watched with a cold laugh as they recklessly charged forward. Her butterfly-shaped twin blades danced and twirled in her hands, her movements as graceful as a dragon playing with a phoenix, weaving through the crowd. Taking advantage of their disorganized mistakes, she quickly dispatched the scattered swarm of bees and ants with a few swift strikes.

She still had the strength to only use the back and flat of the blade to slash people— Yuichi wanted to avoid making the scene too ugly, so she tried to only injure without killing. It wasn't actually difficult to do this when dealing with a group of weaklings.

When they were about to kill the last person, something unexpected happened: that person actually charged forward to face the blade.

Puff!

Before the girl could react, the blade had already pierced through his body, protruding from his back.

"Boss, run!" the man shouted, "I've got her!"

"..." The girl glanced down at the boy. He looked quite young, yet he was so kind and compassionate. It would be a pity for such a person to die like this, so she spoke softly, reminding him, "Don't move around. As long as your vital organs and blood vessels aren't damaged, you can still live."

The young man seemed not to hear her, instead pushing forward with all his might, driving the knife deeper, his blood-stained hands gripping hers tightly. "Boss, run! I'm holding her off!"

Even in his dying moments, the strength he displayed with his hands was no less than that of a Genin!

The butterfly knife was already fully inserted into the boy's chest, but the boy seemed to feel no pain at all.

"What a pity..." the Konoha Ninja said softly. She had avoided vital points, so even though she had penetrated so deeply, the boy could still be saved—if he was willing to let go.

While she hesitated for a second or two about whether to save him, Uran, who had been lying on the ground, quietly picked up a long sword from the ground.

"Go to hell!"

In a moment of desperation, the speed of Jonin suddenly burst forth, and the longsword pierced through the boy's heart and plunged into the girl's chest.

A sharp blade pierced through her chest; a sudden, unexpected blow killed the girl.

Crackling sounds.

The girl's body began to faintly become transparent.

"I killed a Konoha Ninja, I have to leave the Land of Fire quickly!" Uran said to himself nervously. He knew that the "Merchant Guild" or the "Underground Bounty Office" couldn't protect him, so he picked up the butterfly knife that the girl had dropped from the ground, and rushed out without looking back.

Completely unaware, behind him, the enemy he had slain had turned into a pool of shattered ice.

The missing-nin ran frantically, all the while thinking about his escape route and how to flee.

The journey was silent, save for the occasional screams or sounds of fighting that lingered elsewhere before quickly fading away. Uran guessed that these were the girl's companions, and quickened her pace, hoping to sneak out through the only exit.

Then he went to the front gate.

Their hurried steps stopped the instant they saw the scene at the doorway.

The ground was piled high with bounty hunters, some unconscious and some lying on the ground groaning, filling the entire yard in front of the gate.

Dozens of girls, each carrying a straw hat, some standing, some sitting, some leaning against the wall, some dragging an unconscious bounty hunter... their postures and movements varied, but their appearances were exactly the same. They all turned their heads and looked at Uran.

The same icy demeanor, the same sharp Chakra aura.

Under the intense gaze of dozens of emotionless, indifferent eyes, Uran couldn't help but take a step back.

"This is..." the missing-nin murmured, incredulously, "A clone...?"

Yes, this is... Sakura Haruno's Ice Clone.

Uran's voice trembled, and she suddenly felt weak all over.

He finally realized that he had been fighting a clone for quite some time.

"Your Taijutsu are quite good."

The girl closest to him sat quietly to one side and glanced at him indifferently.

"They actually killed one of our men."

Sakura Haruno's clone path.

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