Why Is He Crying

"Old bald guy, I'm your opponent!"

Qinglong appeared, carrying a Great Club.

"Brat, how dare you look down on this old man!"

Meng Zong was furious and stepped forward to fight Qinglong.

In his eyes, Qinglong was just a brat, and there was no need to reveal his Imitation Multi-Shadow Clone Technique on him.

He took out a Kunai and charged at Qinglong.

"Clang!"

A Great Club struck Meng Zong's head before the Kunai could, causing his head to loll to the side, nearly peeling off his scalp.

Meng Zong staggered, quickly righted his head, and looked at the brat in front of him holding the Great Club. He then charged again with his Kunai.

With another clang, the bald Meng Zong was struck on the head again. This time, it was harder, making his head ring!

This time, he learned his lesson. Using the force of the blow, he turned and flew into the crowd of Meng Zongs.

The Meng Zong crowd began to surround them. One Meng Zong, holding a Kunai, leaped out, shouting and lunging at Qinglong.

"Clang!"

Qinglong ignored him, raising his Great Club and smashing it into another Meng Zong. He landed a solid blow, while the Meng Zong lunging at Qinglong turned into an illusion.

The real Meng Zong staggered and once again hid among the crowd of Meng Zongs. Then another Meng Zong lunged over, and Qinglong swung his club.

"Clang!"

With another crisp sound, Meng Zong clutched his throbbing bald head and turned to hide among the crowd of Meng Zongs.

Qinglong stepped into the crowd of Meng Zongs. One after another, Meng Zongs lunged at Qinglong, each turning into an illusion.

Qinglong found a hiding Meng Zong behind the Meng Zong crowd and swung his Great Club down.

"Clang!"

"Clang clang... clang!"

The crisp sounds of heads being hit continued, each one pleasing to the ear.

Even Shizune, who was fighting nearby, was shocked. "What happened to the promised Multi-Shadow Clone Technique! Is that all?"

However, Meng Zong's technique wasn't bad. It had prevented her from immediately distinguishing the real from the fakes and analyzing them.

With continuous blows, the Meng Zongs were on the verge of a mental breakdown! The bald man's scalp was beaten off, revealing his true face.

He frantically threw off his Disguise Mask and outer robe, jumped back, and questioned Qinglong with a look of existential doubt.

"How did you see through my true form!"

"Guess?"

Qinglong said with a smile, holding his Great Club.

"It definitely wasn't a guess!"

"Ah!~"

Meng Zong was furious and frantically formed hand seals.

"Fire Style? Fireball Jutsu!"

Shizune was shocked again. "How does this person know Uchiha Ninjutsu!? What will Qinglong do if he can't use Ninjutsu!"

Meng Zong finished his hand seals, opened his mouth, and spat out a ball of fire, burning with high temperatures, charging towards Qinglong!

"Die!"

"Bang!"

The fireball exploded, and a composed youth walked out from the flames.

The youth was still in the posture of having just waved his left palm, and the flames were scattered by his palm, unable to harm him in the slightest.

"Nani! How is this possible?"

Meng Zong couldn't believe it. He formed hand seals again.

"Fire Style? Fireball Jutsu!"

The fireball exploded again, but this was his illusion technique.

"Secret Technique? Shadow Bind Jutsu!"

A black shadow had already connected to Qinglong's feet.

Meng Zong sneered and extended his arm. Qinglong, bound by the shadow, also extended his arm.

"Aha! Brat, you enjoyed hitting me just now, didn't you! This time, I'll make you hit yourself!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand as if holding a club and striking his own head.

Qinglong looked at him with the expression of someone watching an idiot.

"Is it fun?"

"What?!"

Meng Zong's eyes snapped open wide. That brat wasn't mimicking his movements!

Qinglong stepped forward, walking towards Meng Zong.

The fine threads binding him snapped one by one. There was no shadow-binding technique at all; it was all rope manipulation tricks he'd concealed with genjutsu.

Qinglong stepped forward, raised the Great Club again, and brought it down!

"Clang!"

"Ahhh~!"

Meng Zong clutched his head, struck again by Qinglong. The pain made him dizzy and seeing stars.

He was internally screaming, wishing he could roar at Qinglong, Are you a demon? You only know this one move!

The battle on the guards' side was nearing its end. The Daimyo's mansion had Shizune, a Jonin, helping. Meng Zong was also missing his two ninja subordinates who Qinglong had captured. The rogue ninja army had already been thoroughly defeated by Shizune.

Meng Zong knew it was hopeless. He performed an Escape Ninjutsu and turned to flee.

However, he was shocked to find that the brat was following him like a cat playing with a mouse.

He chases her, she flees; she cannot escape even with wings!

Bah! Wrong idiom.

At this point, Meng Zong was on the verge of collapse. The brat behind him neither attacked nor could he shake her off. She was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to strike at any moment.

The Great Lake of the Land of Birds was just ahead. Meng Zong strode across the water, an unspeakable panic rising within him!

He stopped abruptly, forming hand seals again for one last try.

"Water Style? Grand Waterfall Technique!"

The calm lake surface churned, creating waves ten to twenty meters high that surged towards his path.

He didn't expect to kill the brat, only to obstruct her pursuit long enough for him to escape.

As soon as he finished the jutsu, he turned and ran, feeling incredibly exhilarated!

Then, as he looked back, he saw the brat floating in mid-air, chasing him! Meng Zong screamed in terror!

"Hey, bald guy, stop! You can't escape anymore!"

Bald guy? Who the hell is bald?! I've already returned to my original appearance!