There were too many enemies. Even after one simple-minded fool had come to throw his life away and been dealt with, six remained—five Special Jonin and one Jonin.
As soon as the battle began, Ronglin was surrounded. The best option was to quickly eliminate the others, but with the leader present, he could not do so. His strength was still limited; he had not yet reached the level where he could defy the heavens, trading injury for injury and paying the smallest price for the enemy's life.
Although the enemy had launched a sneak attack and he had been struck by the explosion as well, could Ronglin, using both the Sharingan and Byakugan at once, really fail to notice him?
The Byakugan's vision was nearly three hundred and sixty degrees without blind spots.
A kunai coated in Wind Release Chakra, its cutting power incredibly enhanced, swiftly sliced across the man's throat. Ronglin rapidly leaped back, coughed, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Haah... haah..."
The Special Jonin had not expected that, even under a sneak attack, his opponent would block with a kunai in front of him. His blade had struck the kunai, and just as his old force had been spent and new force had yet to rise, the kunai swiftly cut across his throat.
Wind Style: Great Cutting!
Thud!
As the light gradually faded from his eyes, he could only weakly clutch his throat, hoping to stop the blood from gushing out, before collapsing to the ground. Rain and blood mixed together, making the air around them smell even stranger. The battle drove the snakes and frogs hiding in the puddles to flee this troubled place.
"Third Brother!!"
The leader's eyes widened in fury as he let out a heart-rending cry, but Third Brother, lying