A Realm Without Resistance

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Poof, poof, poof, poof!"

He created four Shadow Clones. In fact, two more were training inside the tent.

The limit on his Shadow Clones was far higher than this, but he figured four would be enough. Too many... uh... he was afraid he wouldn't be able to command them.

"What is that? Clones?" The A-Class mage couldn't help exclaiming in surprise when he saw Chiba split into four clones.

Surprise flickered in Puroke's eyes. Clearly, this was his first time seeing it too.

Chiba's advantage was that neither Puroke nor the others had any experience fighting ninja. They were unfamiliar with how ninja fought.

But Chiba was only a half-baked ninja himself.

"Wind Release, Gale Palm!"

He clapped his hands together, unleashing a fierce blast of wind. At the same time, the Shadow Clones also used Gale Palm. Five Gale Palms struck at once, their violent winds sweeping up the snow on the ground and blowing away the mages in their path.

"Damn it!" Puroke and the other mage weren't in as bad a state as the others, but the violent wind was still hard on them. They could barely move an inch.

"Fire Style! Great Fireball Technique!"

With a simple hand sign, he stopped the Gale Palm. Then he spat a huge, scorching fireball from his mouth. Propelled by the Shadow Clones' Gale Palms, it hurtled forward and appeared before the two men in the blink of an eye.

"Rock Barrier!" The mage beside Puroke let out a shout, and a brown magic circle formed on the ground. Amid a rumbling tremor, a massive barrier of rock rose from the earth.

"Boom!"

The Great Fireball struck the Rock Barrier with a deafening roar. But its power was immense. It smashed straight through the barrier, and the remaining force blasted both men away.

With Chiba's greatly increased Chakra reserves and a Great Fireball three times as powerful, an ordinary B-Class mage was clearly no match for him.

Chakra gathered in his legs, then propelled him forward at tremendous speed. In the blink of an eye, Chiba appeared before the two men who had been blasted away, Kunai in hand, and thrust it at them.

"Clang!"

A longsword had appeared in Puroke's hand at some point, and he hurriedly blocked Chiba's attack.

"Chaotic Wind!"

Puroke gave a low shout, and a cyan magic circle formed on his blade. Violent winds erupted from it. Puroke swept his sword horizontally, and the force of the blow and the raging wind sent Chiba flying back.

But after Chiba was sent flying back, two Shadow Clones kicked off his feet in midair. Then the other two used Gale Palm, sending him hurtling back toward Puroke and the A-Class mage!

Panic showed in Puroke's and the A-Class mage's eyes. They hadn't expected the brat to be like a piece of sticky candy, impossible to shake off.

"Fire Style! Great Fireball Technique!"

Chiba used Great Fireball again, this time from very close range. Before the two men's horrified eyes, the fireball struck them head-on.

"Boom!"

Scorching flames spread over both men. The intense heat melted the snow on the ground, exposing the brown earth. Flames scattered in every direction, striking many of the surrounding mages. Quite a few were killed or injured, whether they belonged to Shadow Skull or Grimoire Heart.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

Puroke and the A-Class mage had been blasted away by the Great Fireball. Now they were in terrible shape, with extensive burns covering their bodies. Puroke knelt on the ground, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

He couldn't help looking to his side, but the A-Class mage seemed to have stopped breathing.

Under the Magic-Sealing Space, he was even a little weaker than an ordinary B-Class mage, having only just crossed the threshold into B-Class.

"Damn it!" he cursed. Even in a guild like Shadow Skull, an A-Class mage counted as an elite. Including Sawen from before, they had now lost two A-Class mages.

Looking at the other A-Class mage's fight, most of Ultear's magic power had been suppressed. But her magic itself was extremely broken, and the A-Class mage from Shadow Skull was already showing signs of defeat. It probably wouldn't be long before Ultear defeated him outright.

A glint flickered in his eyes, and he shouted, "Someone, stop this brat!"

At once, dozens of people stepped forward to block Puroke.

Chiba's face remained composed. His eyes turned blood-red, two tomoe appearing in each—the Two-Tomoe Sharingan!

Kunai in hand, he charged into the crowd. Not a single mage could touch him. The Sharingan saw through every one of their moves.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

With punches and kicks, blade strikes and palm blows, he took down the mages blocking him one by one. His pace was only slowed by half, and he continued pushing forward.

No one could stop him.

Moreover, he dealt killing blows to most of the enemies trying to stop him. This already counted as a small-scale war, and when fighting members of a dark guild, mercy was cruelty to oneself.

Besides, his opponents were not innocent either.

"Bang!"

Chiba sent a mage lunging at him flying with a palm strike, as though he were moving through a realm without resistance. Mage after mage rushed at him, only to be knocked down by his Chakra-clad palms and Kunai, or have their throats slit outright.

But the endless stream of enemies was making him impatient. He clapped his hands together and drew a deep breath.

"Fire Style, Great Fireball Technique!"

A scorching fireball burst forth, charring the few mages closest to him. Just as the huge fireball was about to spread and unleash even greater power, it suddenly split down the middle.

The Great Fireball dispersed, revealing a figure on the other side of the flames.

Puroke's body was blackened by fire. He now held a strange, crimson longsword, peculiar markings covered his face, and his eyes had turned scarlet.

And Chiba could faintly sense pressure from him... magic power beyond that of an ordinary B-Class mage.

It didn't feel like A-Class, but compared with before, his power seemed to have increased considerably!

His lips curled into a chilling smile. "Come on, let's continue."

Chiba frowned slightly, then dashed forward, sweeping his Kunai toward Puroke's neck.

Puroke seemed to have anticipated the move. He raised his blade across his body and blocked the attack with a clang.

When their weapons met, Puroke suddenly put strength into his arm and swept his sword, sending Chiba flying.

At the same time, a streak of crimson sword energy shot out, slashing swiftly toward Chiba as he flew backward!