One Move Instant Kill 1/3 [Seeking Collection!]

Jun Tianlin, who had been hiding in the foliage from the start, couldn't help but smile when he saw Kisame leave with the other three jonin, leaving behind only a shifty-eyed, lecherous dwarf.

This dwarf was truly a bizarre specimen. A dignified jonin who prioritized lewd thoughts and base schemes over completing missions and killing enemies—he was likely the only one of his kind in the entire Ninja World.

It was truly baffling how this guy managed to become a jonin. Since when did the most important combat force of a ninja village—the jonin—become so cheap? The fact that even trash like this could pass the exam was a testament to how fickle and strange the world had become.

Just as Jun Tianlin was lamenting that Ichiro Watanabe was a nominal jonin and a complete waste of space, the lustful Ichiro Watanabe had already reached out his wolf-like claws toward Terumi Mei, whose eyes were growing increasingly fiery.

However, if a beauty as stunning as Terumi Mei were to be touched even once by this dwarf, it would be a supreme insult, let alone being defiled. Any man with a shred of dignity would find such a thing unacceptable.

Even Jun Tianlin, witnessing the stark contrast between this beauty and the beast, felt a surge of intense displeasure welling up in his heart.

How could a beauty like this be tainted by trash like you?

Suddenly, this thought sprouted in Jun Tianlin's mind and spiraled out of control. His disgust for the ugly, wretched Ichiro Watanabe reached its peak, and a killing intent began to rise.

Swish.

With a soft sound, Jun Tianlin's figure vanished from the dense, lush foliage, leaving behind only a patch of leaves still swaying slightly to prove that someone had been there.

"Hehehe, here I come, little beauty!"

Just as Ichiro Watanabe wore a lecherous grin, his withered, chicken-claw-like right hand inches away from Terumi Mei's body, a cold, murderous voice drifted slowly into his ear.

"I'm afraid you'll never have the chance. You rat-faced piece of trash, you shouldn't remain in this world to pollute the air. Go to hell!"

Ichiro Watanabe, whose blood had been boiling with lust, was instantly jolted awake by the murderous tone. His heated blood cooled in a single heartbeat.

However, Ichiro Watanabe was still a jonin. Even if his title seemed unearned and filled with water, he was still a jonin recognized by Kirigakure.

Setting aside his vile character and lecherous nature, he at least possessed the basic qualities expected of a jonin.

For instance, upon hearing Jun Tianlin's murderous voice, his first instinct wasn't to continue touching Terumi Mei, but to retract his right hand, roll to the left, and scramble away in the most unsightly, unrefined manner possible to put distance between himself and the hidden attacker.

His reaction was swift, his movements agile and practiced; it was clear he had performed this exact maneuver countless times before.

He was truly a complete piece of human scum!

If it had been an ordinary person, or even another jonin, this practiced and shameless evasion might have caused the lethal follow-up strike to miss.

But such tactics were useless against Jun Tianlin, who possessed the Shikotsumyaku.

Pfft.

Just as Ichiro Watanabe was rolling along the ground, desperately trying to flee, seven or eight thick, sharp Bone Spike erupted from the earth beneath him, instantly piercing his small, withered body.

Like a skewer, Ichiro Watanabe's dwarven frame was impaled upon the pale white Bone Spike. Seven or eight bowl-sized holes gaped in his chest, blood gushing out incessantly.

With this single strike, Ichiro Watanabe, his mind set on escape, was caught completely off guard. One of the spikes had shattered his heart directly. Before the dwarf could even let out a scream, he returned to Kirigakure to meet the Grim Reaper.