Hundreds of kunai shot toward Lin Qing.
Lin Qing raised a hand and pointed ahead—
"Star Platinum!"
Star Platinum's tall, imposing form appeared out of thin air. Its starry gaze swept across the scene, and the kunai filling the sky seemed to move in slow motion, every single trajectory crystal clear.
Ora ora ora ora!
It threw hundreds of punches in an instant, knocking away every kunai that came close.
Several chains were hidden among them, trying to ensnare Lin Qing. But Star Platinum grabbed them instead and gave them a fierce tug. More than a dozen Root shinobi were yanked into the air, swung around in a wide arc, and slammed into the ground, their fates unknown.
Their comrades were gravely injured right before their eyes, yet the other Root shinobi acted as though they hadn't seen a thing. More than a dozen charged in again, attacking Lin Qing, Konan, and Sasuke.
There was no doubt about it: they were moths flying into a flame. The moment they came close, they were all beaten to a pulp.
Even as his loyal subordinates were injured one after another, Danzo remained expressionless, silently counting the time in his heart.
Everything was going according to his plan.
For today's battle, Danzo had gathered every known record of Lin Qing's fights:
Superhuman close-combat skills.
A bodily recovery ability even more terrifying than Orochimaru's.
Genjutsu prowess without equal, on par with Itachi Uchiha's.
The ability to fly, and move at incredible speeds.
When he received this information, Danzo had remained silent for a long time.
He had never seen such a perfect warrior.
That was right—not a shinobi, but a true warrior capable of fighting head-on on the battlefield and defeating an entire nation.
Danzo longed to control Lin Qing's power. That was why