Powerful Mutated Sharingan

In the thick fog, vision was completely obscured; Leilu stood his ground, his gaze sweeping the surroundings like a hawk.

His ears twitched slightly, attempting to capture any subtle movement.

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a dark shadow not far away, and a cold sneer curled his lips:

"Found you!"

His hands moved rapidly through hand seals, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Fire Release: Fire Snake!"

A scorching stream of flame erupted from his mouth, resembling a ferocious fire snake as it lunged straight toward the shadow.

The flames pierced through the shadow instantly, but Leilu's brow furrowed slightly:

"A clone?"

Just then, a sharp wind pressure came from behind; Leilu felt a jolt in his heart, turned rapidly, and swung the kunai in his hand with force.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal colliding rang out as Amada's blade was steadily blocked by Leilu's kunai.

A flash of contempt crossed Leilu's eyes, and their gazes met in a brief stalemate.

Then, in that very instant, he saw Amada's pair of scarlet eyes.

Two black tomoe rotated slowly within the pupils, emitting an eerie and icy glow.

"Sharingan?!"

Leilu was shocked to his core.

As a ninja, he had naturally heard of the Uchiha clan's renowned Kekkei Genkai.

He instinctively tried to avert his gaze, but it was already too late.

A wave of intense drowsiness surged like a tide, and Leilu felt as if his consciousness were being dragged into an abyss by an invisible hand.

He struggled desperately within, trying to remain conscious, but his body uncontrollably grew heavy.

His limbs felt as if they had been filled with lead.

His eyelids slowly drooped, and his vision gradually blurred.

At the very last moment before his consciousness dissipated, he felt a chill at his neck, and then the entire world seemed to turn upside down.

His half-closed eyes watched his own body collapse powerlessly as blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

Amada stood where he was, the blade in his hand still dripping with blood.

He looked down at Leilu's corpse, a surge of complex emotions rising in his heart.

This was his first time killing someone; although he had been mentally prepared, he still felt a trace of discomfort when truly facing it.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and the hand holding the blade trembled ever so slightly.

"Is this... what it feels like to kill?"

Amada muttered in a low voice, his brow slightly furrowed.

However, he quickly took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulence in his heart.

As a ninja, this was an unavoidable reality.

In battle, it is either you die or I perish; a soft heart would only land him in danger.

After adjusting his emotions, Amada's gaze became calm once more.

He looked down at Leilu's corpse, yet a trace of doubt arose in his heart:

"Is this the strength of a Chunin? Not as strong as I imagined? Was he careless, or is this Chunin's skill level actually quite inflated?"

Leilu's performance had indeed left him somewhat disappointed.

He had originally expected a bitter struggle against a Chunin, but he hadn't expected the opponent to be completely powerless under his Sharingan genjutsu.

Amada shook his head, thinking to himself:

"Perhaps I overestimated him, or perhaps... my Sharingan genjutsu is much more powerful than I imagined."

He sheathed his blade, quickly searched Leilu's corpse, and turned to head toward the direction of Asuma and Kurenai.

On the other side, Kurenai's battle was already nearing its end.

Some of the bandits were trapped in the binds of genjutsu, while others had been knocked unconscious directly.

Kurenai stood amidst the fallen bandits, catching her breath lightly.

She looked down at the unconscious bandits.

Although these people were bandits, she still couldn't bring herself to take their lives.

To her, knocking them out or restraining them was enough.

"I hope they can turn over a new leaf..."

Kurenai muttered softly.

Meanwhile, the battle between Asuma and Fengxi was raging in full swing.

Fengxi's speed was blinding, his kunai striking with the vicious precision of a viper, each attack aimed directly at Asuma's vitals.

However, Asuma's strength was clearly superior; he swung his chakra blades with a fierce, whistling intensity, his offensive relentless.

Yet, his combat experience was clearly inferior to Fengling's, and he had narrowly avoided being wounded several times.

"Kid, you're still far from ready!"

Fengxi sneered, his figure flashing suddenly as he circled to Asuma's flank, his kunai aimed straight for his ribs.

Asuma spun around rapidly, swinging his chakra blades to barely deflect the strike, but a shallow cut was still carved into his arm.

He gritted his teeth:

"Damn it, this guy is fast!"

Just then, the figure of Amada appeared quietly not far away.

He hid stealthily to the side, observing the state of the battle.

He had originally intended to intervene directly, but on second thought, this was a perfect opportunity for Asuma to accumulate real combat experience.

Thus, he decided to hold his position for the time being, intending to step in only if Asuma faced real danger.

As time passed, Asuma gradually adapted to Fengxi's combat rhythm, and his initially stiff movements began to flow with ease.

He forced Fengxi into a steady retreat.

Fengxi's expression grew increasingly grim, clearly not having expected this youth to adapt to his speed in such a short time, let alone turn the tables on him.

Kurenai stood to the side, her hands already quietly forming seals, prepared to cast a genjutsu to support Asuma at any moment.

However, just as she took a step forward, Asuma suddenly raised a hand and said without looking back:

"Kurenai, stay out of this! This is my fight, and I will defeat him myself!"

Kurenai was stunned for a moment, but she lowered her hands and broke the seal.

Hearing their exchange, a flash of irritation crossed Fengxi's eyes:

"Kid, do you really think you can defeat me on your own?"

Asuma did not respond, only gripping his chakra blades tighter, his gaze fixed on Fengxi like a torch.

His breathing was slightly ragged, but his eyes were exceptionally resolute.

He knew this was the best opportunity to prove his strength.

Seeing Asuma unmoved, a sense of impatience stirred within Fengxi.

He swung his kunai violently, thrusting toward Asuma's throat.

Asuma dodged quickly to the side, backhanding a strike toward Fengxi's shoulder.

Fengxi barely blocked it, but his arm was numbed by the impact, and he couldn't help but stumble back a few steps.

"Damn it!"

Fengxi gritted his teeth, a flicker of ruthlessness in his eyes.

He realized that he could no longer hold the advantage in close-quarters combat and had to change his strategy.

After clashing once more, Fengxi used the recoil to retreat rapidly, putting distance between himself and Asuma.

He formed seals with his hands in a blur and shouted in a low voice:

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

A powerful gale erupted from his mouth, rushing straight toward Asuma.

Seeing this, Asuma also formed seals rapidly, chanting in a low voice:

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

The two gales collided violently in mid-air, producing a thunderous boom.

After the initial stalemate, Asuma's Wind Release proved clearly superior; Fengxi's technique was gradually suppressed and finally shattered completely.

The intense wind pressure surged toward Fengxi, and before he could react, he was sent flying by the force of the impact, slamming heavily into the wall at the entrance of the stronghold.

With a dull thud, Fengxi slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with resentment and shock, clearly not having expected Asuma's Wind Release to be stronger than his own.

Asuma gave him no chance to catch his breath, rushing to Fengxi's side in an instant, his kunai held steadily against his throat as he said coldly:

"It's over."