Kill Them All

The group immediately realized something was wrong. Knowing the power of the Sharingan possessed by the Uchiha Clan of Konoha, they considered retreating, but it was already too late.

Under Yang Xing's Sharingan, their true forms were revealed without a doubt; illusions were completely useless before those eyes.

"Fire Style: Fireball Technique!"

The fireball erupted from Yang Xing's mouth, slamming directly into the Water Dragon Technique and pushing it back. The massive sphere of flame engulfed both the real bodies and the clones of the three, instantly reducing them to ash.

Not even a single cry escaped them!

"Now, how many are left?" Yang Xing, remaining calm as he scanned the mist-covered water ahead, turned and headed in the opposite direction of the city wall.

The Land of Earth ninjas likely never imagined that the person they were hunting would turn around and hunt them instead.

Meanwhile, to the right of the city wall, two Chunin and one Genin wore grim expressions.

Seeing no sign or movement from the brat Yang Xing, one of the Chunin cursed in frustration: "Damn it, where did that little brat run off to? If he's not here, he must be over there. Li probably snatched him up, stealing our credit. I was hoping to earn some praise from the Tsuchikage."

It seemed that Yang Xing's death was already considered a certainty.

Of course it was; he was just an eleven-year-old kid. No matter how talented he was, those were experienced Chunin he was up against. Plus, with an illusion cast by a Jonin, the chances of that brat surviving were less than one percent.

"Forget it, let's head back and finish off the remaining few first."

"Yeah, yeah. And those girls—they're mine to deal with. I love seeing the look of pain on little girls' faces before they die."

"You really are a pervert, hahaha!"

The group turned to leave, chatting and laughing, completely unconcerned with their surroundings.

However, the two Chunin walking ahead suddenly noticed something was wrong. The Genin behind them hadn't caught up, causing the two to turn around and stare at the dazed Genin with confusion.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The Genin's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight forward without uttering a single word.

A kunai protruding from his back was glaringly obvious, causing the two laughing Chunin to freeze as they instantly grew vigilant.

"Nani? You?" Seeing the figure in the distance retracting his hand after throwing the weapon, the perverted Chunin gritted his teeth, his expression darkening: "Brat, you're still alive? Did Li not find you? Perfect, I was looking for you anyway. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to us."

"Haha, it looks like the credit is still ours." The Chunin gave a cold laugh, dashed forward, drew his kunai, and charged.

He was very confident in his taijutsu. Among the Chunin, his Earth Style taijutsu was second to none; no one dared to challenge him in close-quarters combat.

Unfortunately, the moment he swung his kunai, his expression shifted.

Clearly, Yang Xing had moved while he was still a step away—a movement so slight, yet so swift.

"So fast!"

Enhanced by the Sharingan, Yang Xing's movements were completely beyond the Chunin's expectations.

Yang Xing's sudden disappearance and those blood-red eyes left the man unable to react. In the split second he stood stunned, he realized his mistake, but it was a mistake that could not be undone—and a foolish one at that.

Yang Xing flashed back, used a Substitution Technique to appear behind his opponent, drew a shuriken, and threw it with force.

Puchi!

Blood sprayed, staining the water red. The Chunin collapsed with a look of utter disbelief.

The event happened so quickly, so incredibly fast, that the remaining Chunin turned deathly pale. He stood there, swallowed hard, and didn't dare to move a muscle.

"Hey, I have some questions for you." Yang Xing didn't rush to finish him off; he wanted to know a few things from the man, so he walked over quite calmly.

Now that he possessed the Sharingan, he realized how weak his opponent was. The man's physical prowess was merely that of an average Chunin; even in a standard one-on-one fight, he would be no match for him, leaving Yang Xing without a shred of caution.

If the man tried anything, a single ninjutsu would end him.

Clearly, the Chunin understood his own weakness. Seeing Yang Xing dispose of his comrade in seconds, he backed away in terror, his face twisted in horror: "Don't come any closer! You—you're a demon!"

"Are you stupid? You're the ones who ambushed me. Now, stop making that face." Yang Xing's expression darkened, looking quite out of place for his age: "Didn't you just say you wanted to kill the girls in our team? You were laughing so happily then."

"I, I..." Like a fish bone stuck in his throat, the Land of Earth Chunin couldn't force out a single word.

"Answer my questions. If your answers are good, I might let you go."

"What, what questions?"

Seeing the smile on Yang Xing's face, the Chunin had no choice but to lower his voice and follow Yang Xing's lead.

"What is happening to this village?"

"Can't you see? It's been completely destroyed by us from the Land of Earth. Naturally, our next target is Konoha." His gaze sharpened, as if remembering something, and his face filled with pride.

This was his faith in his country.

"Oh? You intend to attack Konoha." Yang Xing was surprised. He stared at the man, muttering as if to himself: "There are only a few Chunin here and one Jonin with decent strength, but this poses no threat to Konoha at all. You should know that Konoha currently has two generations of Kage-level figures. Most importantly, the Fourth Hokage is in the village. Do you really think sending a few pieces of trash like you could hurt the Fourth? You aren't even qualified to be cannon fodder. What exactly are you planning?"

Though being called trash was irritating, the brat's sharp logic made the Land of Earth ninja's expression turn ugly.

He hadn't expected the kid to be so quick-witted; it seemed hiding the truth wouldn't be easy.

"You'll find out soon enough. Besides, it's useless to capture me. I won't talk—not even if I die." The Chunin suddenly grew calm, curled his lip, and showed no trace of panic.

It was clear he had plenty of experience with interrogation.

Facing these pawns of ninjas, Yang Xing did not believe he had the means to extract any information, nor did he intend to hand them over to Konoha. From the very beginning, he had no intention of letting these people who had seen his Sharingan live.

"You don't have to speak, but I will find a way to understand."

"It's impossible! Konoha will be destroyed, and the Land of Fire will become the property of our Land of Earth. Long live the Tsuchikage!"

"Shut your mouth. Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

BOOM!

A mushroom cloud rose high into the sky, and massive waves surged across the water's surface.

"These guys, why are they acting like a cult?" Watching the smoke-filled scene ahead, Yang Xing frowned and thought to himself, I never expected those with the title of Kage to have such a good reputation, with so many people willing to die for them. Actually, being Hokage wouldn't be bad; perhaps it could help me reach my goal.

No, no, Konoha is too deformed. Under the management of the Council of Elders, it is impossible to obtain full authority. I don't want to play games with those old slippery foxes. Turning around and deactivating his Sharingan, Yang Xing hurried toward the location of Rin Nohara and the others.

There were still a few ninjas guarding that side. Given the strength of Rin Nohara and the others, it would likely be a bitter struggle. It was better to hurry back so that Anko and the others wouldn't get hurt.