The clanging rang out as most of the shuriken were knocked down. Only two that appeared somewhat off-target escaped notice, and the lanky Special Jonin ignored them outright.
"Die!!"
The instant the two overlooked shuriken flew past the lanky Special Jonin, they burst into white smoke. Ronglin appeared behind him and yanked hard with both hands. A transparent steel wire tightened around the Special Jonin's neck, instantly slicing through his skin and throat under Ronglin's tremendous strength.
"Three." As the man fell, Ronglin's eyes were filled with icy light.
The remaining two were stunned by Ronglin's gaze. Beyond that cold glint, they saw bloodlust and savagery in his eyes. They could not understand how a child could possess such emotions.
Their strength was roughly on par with the three who had died earlier. With Special Jonin falling one after another at Ronglin's hands, fear began to rise in their hearts.
"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!!"
As another man fell, the leader's eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Ronglin. He had painstakingly gathered these people, and some had even been cultivated at considerable expense. Yet now, most of them had died at Ronglin's hands—especially the Genin and Chunin who had died in their sleep. That was truly unjust.
They probably would not even understand how they had died after reaching the afterlife.
"Roar!!"
A vicious water dragon surged into the sky, locking directly onto Ronglin as a powerful aura spread through the surroundings.
Ronglin's expression turned grave. He quickly retreated, letting the steel wire in his hand fall to the ground as he scooped up several tiny droplets.
"Hah~~~"
Waves of stabbing pain came from the wound at his waist. Ronglin took a deep breath, forced the pain to the back of his mind, and gathered