The Powerful Mutated Sharingan

In the dense fog, visibility was completely obscured. Leilu stood still, his gaze sweeping the area like a hawk's.

His ears twitched as he tried to catch the slightest sound.

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a shadow nearby. A cold smile tugged at his lips.

"Found you!"

He swiftly formed hand seals and muttered:

"Fire Release: Fire Snake!"

A blazing torrent burst from his mouth, twisting like a vicious serpent as it raced toward the shadow.

The flames pierced straight through it, but Leilu furrowed his brow.

"A clone?"

At that moment, a sharp gust of wind struck from behind. Leilu's heart tightened. He spun around at once, swinging the kunai in his hand.

"Clang!"

The crisp ring of metal rang out as Leilu's kunai firmly blocked Amada's blade.

A trace of disdain flashed in Leilu's eyes. Their gazes met during the brief deadlock.

Then, in that instant, he saw Amada's blood-red eyes.

Two black tomoe slowly revolved in his pupils, radiating an eerie, icy light.

"The Sharingan?!"

Leilu was shocked.

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

He instinctively tried to look away, but it was already too late.

A powerful wave of drowsiness washed over him. Leilu felt as though an invisible hand were dragging his consciousness into an abyss.

He struggled desperately to stay awake, but his body grew heavy against his will.

His limbs felt as if they were filled with lead.

His eyelids slowly drooped, and his vision blurred.

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, he felt a chill at his neck. Then the whole world seemed to turn upside down.

Through his half-closed eyes, he saw his body crumple helplessly to the ground as blood sprayed out, staining the earth red.

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

He looked down at Leiya's corpse, a tangled rush of emotions rising within him.

It was his first time killing someone. Though he had prepared himself for it, facing the reality still left him feeling uneasy.

His breathing was slightly ragged, and the hand gripping his blade trembled faintly.

"So this is... what it feels like to kill someone?"

Amada murmured, his brow furrowing.

But he soon took a deep breath and pushed down his turbulent emotions.

As a ninja, this was unavoidable.

In battle, it was kill or be killed. Hesitation would only put him in danger.

Once he had composed himself, Amada's gaze grew calm again.

Looking down at Leilu's corpse, however, he couldn't help wondering:

"Is this what a Chunin is capable of? He wasn't as strong as I expected. Was he careless, or is he just a weak Chunin?"

Leilu's performance had indeed disappointed him.

He had expected a tough fight against a Chunin, but his opponent had been utterly helpless against his Sharingan's Dojutsu.

Amada shook his head and thought:

"Maybe I overestimated him, or maybe... my Sharingan's Dojutsu is much stronger than I thought."

He put his blade away, quickly checked Leilu's body, then turned and hurried toward Asuma and Kurenai.

Elsewhere, Kurenai's fight was nearly over.

Some of the bandits were caught in the grip of Illusion Technique, while others had been knocked unconscious.

Kurenai stood among the fallen bandits and took a light breath.

She looked down at the unconscious bandits.

Though they were bandits, she couldn't bring herself to take their lives.

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

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

Kurenai murmured.

Meanwhile, Asuma and Fengxi were locked in a fierce battle.

Fengxi was incredibly fast, and the kunai in his hand darted like a venomous snake, each attack aimed at Asuma's vital points.

Asuma, however, was clearly a little stronger. His Chakra Blade swept through the air with force, his attacks fierce.

But his combat experience was obviously no match for Fengling's, and he had nearly been wounded several times.

"Kid, you've got a long way to go!"

Fengxi sneered. He suddenly darted to Asuma's flank, thrusting his kunai toward Asuma's ribs.

Asuma spun around quickly and swung his Chakra Blade, barely managing to block the attack.

But his arm was still cut, leaving a shallow wound.

He gritted his teeth.

"Damn, this guy's fast!"

Just then, Amada's figure appeared silently nearby.

He hid off to one side, watching the fight.

He had originally planned to jump in, but then he realized this was a perfect chance for Asuma to gain real combat experience.

So he decided to hold back for now and help only if Asuma got into danger.

As time passed, Asuma gradually adapted to Fengxi's fighting rhythm.

His movements, clumsy at first, began to grow fluid.

He drove Fengxi back step by step.

Fengxi's expression grew increasingly grim.

He clearly hadn't expected the boy to adapt to his speed so quickly, let alone turn the tables on him.

Kurenai stood to one side, her hands already forming seals as she prepared to use Illusion Technique to support Asuma at any moment.

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

"Kurenai, don't interfere! This is my fight. I'll defeat him myself!"

Kurenai paused, then lowered her hands and stopped forming seals.

Hearing them, Fengxi's eyes flashed with anger.

"Kid, you think you can beat me on your own?"

Asuma didn't answer. He simply gripped his Chakra Blade tightly and fixed his blazing gaze on Fengxi.

His breathing was slightly ragged, but his eyes were unwavering.

He knew this was the perfect chance to prove his strength.

Seeing that Asuma wouldn't be swayed, Fengxi grew impatient.

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

Asuma quickly dodged to the side, then slashed back at Fengxi's shoulder.

Fengxi barely blocked the strike, but his arm went numb from the impact, and he staggered back several steps.

"Damn it!"

Fengxi gritted his teeth, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.

He realized he could no longer gain the upper hand in close combat. He had to change his strategy.

After trading a blow, Fengxi used the momentum to leap back, putting distance between himself and Asuma.

He swiftly formed hand seals and shouted:

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

A powerful whirlwind burst from his mouth, rushing straight toward Asuma.

Seeing this, Asuma swiftly formed hand seals as well and called out:

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

The two whirlwinds collided violently in midair with a thunderous boom.

After initially canceling each other out, Asuma's Wind Release clearly proved stronger. Fengxi's jutsu was gradually suppressed, then completely overwhelmed.

The powerful gust raced toward Fengxi before he had time to react.

The force of the Wind Release hurled him through the air, slamming him into the wall beside the outpost's entrance.

"Thud!" Fengxi's body slid down the wall and crumpled to the ground, a trace of blood seeping from his mouth.

His eyes were full of disbelief and resentment. Clearly, he hadn't expected Asuma's Wind Release to be stronger than his own.

Asuma gave him no chance to catch his breath. He rushed up to Fengxi.

The kunai in his hand pressed firmly against Fengxi's throat as he said coldly:

"It's over."