Testing the Power of Qi

Ever since Amada cultivated "Qi," he only knew that this mysterious power could temporarily enhance his physical fitness.

However, because the contents of Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements had not been fully studied, he was unable to master many methods of utilizing "Qi."

Nevertheless, during a battle against Cloud Village ninjas that day, he had inadvertently combined "Qi" with Lightning Style chakra, resulting in an explosion of power far exceeding the ordinary.

This discovery made Amada realize that the potential of "Qi" went far beyond this.

The next day, Amada found an empty training ground, preparing to further test the effects of combining "Qi" with chakra.

He stood before a small tree and quickly formed hand seals: "Lightning Style: Lightning Wave!"

Blue lightning burst forth from his palms, heading straight for the small tree.

The lightning struck the trunk, sending wood chips flying; the bark instantly carbonized, emitting a wisp of blue smoke.

Amada carefully observed the effects of the Lightning Style.

Afterward, he took a deep breath, focused his mind, and slowly circulated the "Qi" in his dantian to his hands.

He felt that warm power flowing through his body, gradually merging with his chakra.

Amada formed the seals again:

"Lightning Style: Lightning Wave!"

This time, the color of the lightning changed.

The original blue lightning was gradually replaced by a brilliant gold, as if a golden lightning snake had lunged from his palms.

The thick golden lightning struck the small tree, instantly snapping the trunk in half.

The broken trunk fell to the ground.

"Such strong destructive power!"

Amada exclaimed in amazement.

The combination of "Qi" and Lightning Style could actually unleash such formidable power.

This golden lightning was not only far more powerful than ordinary Lightning Style, but it was also faster.

Amada stood in place, pondered for a moment, and decided to further test the effects of combining "Qi" with other elemental chakras.

He formed hand seals with his hands again:

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A scorching orange-red fireball erupted from his mouth, heading straight for the open space ahead.

The fireball slammed into the ground, the flames continuing to burn.

Subsequently, he once again combined the "Qi" in his dantian with his chakra.

Golden light began to emerge from within the fireball, as if a mysterious power were surging through the flames.

The orange-red flames were gradually swallowed by gold, and the color of the fireball turned pale gold, emitting an energy fluctuation that made one's heart palpitate.

However, Amada quickly noticed something was wrong.

The pale golden fireball began to fluctuate unstably, as if it might lose control at any moment.

A sense of crisis surged in his heart; just as he intended to disperse the ninjutsu, the pale golden fireball exploded with a roar.

"Not good!"

Amada was startled and reacted quickly.

He performed a roll, narrowly dodging the blast in a sorry state.

The scorching flames and shockwave swept past him, destroying the surrounding trees.

When the explosion subsided, Amada climbed up from the ground, brushed the dust off his body, and looked ahead.

A charred, deep pit remained on the ground, and the surrounding earth had been baked until it cracked from the high temperature.

"That was truly dangerous just now..."

Amada felt a lingering fear in his heart.

He had not expected the combination of "Qi" and Fire Style to be so unstable; a moment of carelessness could have resulted in self-injury.

"It seems I must be more cautious with my tests in the future."

Amada secretly warned himself.

Amada sensed the "Qi" within his body and felt a slight sense of regret.

Although the power of "Qi" had greatly increased his strength, the current amount was still too small to sustain high-intensity combat for long.

He knew that he needed more cultivation and accumulation before he could fully master this mysterious power.

A few days later, Amada arrived at the Anbu base once again.

This time, he received a new mission.

Standing at the mission assignment desk, Amada muttered to himself:

I hope there won't be any more unexpected trouble this time.

His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the branch chief who was issuing the missions.

The branch chief clearly noticed Amada's look and smiled slightly:

"Rest assured, this mission will definitely be fine. The target is within the borders of the Land of Fire; it won't be like last time, making you run all the way to the border of the Land of Lightning to take risks."

Amada nodded, feeling his heart relax slightly.

He took the mission scroll, turned, and left the Anbu base.

After walking out of the base, Amada opened the mission scroll and began to read it carefully.

The mission content was not complicated:

Capture a spy who had infiltrated the Land of Fire.

According to intelligence, this spy was disguised as the owner of a small-town tavern and had recently been reported by concerned citizens for suspicious behavior.

Amada's mission was to go and investigate to confirm the individual's identity.

If confirmed as a spy, he was to capture them immediately; if they resisted, he was authorized to kill them on the spot.

In a bustling town in the Land of Fire, a temple fair was underway, and the streets were noisy and crowded with people.

Following the intelligence, Amada arrived in front of the target tavern.

He had originally intended to go straight in to scout the place, but he was blocked by a burly man at the entrance.

"Kid, this isn't a place for you."

The burly man said coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of contempt.

Only then did Amada realize that he still appeared as a young boy, and naturally, a place like a tavern wouldn't let him in.

He didn't say anything more, turned and left, found a deserted corner, and performed the hand seals to cast the Transformation Technique.

A moment later, a tall young man stood in his place.

Amada looked at his new image, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked toward the tavern again.

This time, the burly man at the door didn't stop him; he just glanced at him casually and let him in.

Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was noisy and chaotic.

Among the mixed crowd, some were drinking, some were gambling, and there were a few fierce-looking guys eyeing every newcomer with unfriendly gazes.

As soon as Amada entered, he felt several sharp stares land on him, as if they were assessing his threat level.

He walked to the counter calmly, ordered a drink, and then found a seat in a corner.

The bartender was a thin, tall young man who didn't look like the owner, just an ordinary employee.

He had to find a way to see the owner first.

While pretending to drink, he carefully observed the surrounding crowd.

Asking directly where the owner was would seem too strange and easily arouse suspicion.

Amada pondered for a moment and decided to find a way to make the owner reveal himself.

He looked around and locked his gaze on a burly man with a scarred, fleshy face.

The man was sitting at a table, drinking heavily, occasionally letting out boisterous laughter; he was clearly a short-tempered guy.

Amada stood up and walked toward the burly man, pretending to be careless.

As he approached, he deliberately slipped and slammed his shoulder hard into the man.

"Hey! Are you blind, kid?"

The burly man stood up abruptly, his face full of rage, ready to start a fight.

Amada looked up, his eyes instantly shifting into the crimson Sharingan.

The burly man's gaze met Amada's Sharingan, and his expression froze instantly.

Then, his head tilted to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Amada supported him, patted his shoulder as if showing concern, and then whispered a few words into his ear.

"When you wake up later, start a scene—the bigger, the better."

Amada's voice echoed in the burly man's mind like a Nightmare.

After doing this, Amada walked away as if nothing had happened, returned to his seat, and continued to pretend to drink.

The others in the tavern didn't notice, still immersed in their own clamor.