Divide and Devour!

"Where did this giant bird come from? You bastard, let me go!"

The eagle's assault was too swift and sudden. Caught off guard while traveling at high speed, the trio collided with the bird. Its sharp talons dug directly into the burly fat man's shoulders, piercing his flesh. It hoisted him into the air and flapped its wings toward the distance, leaving the fat man cursing and swearing.

"You beast, go to hell!" After flying for dozens of seconds, the fat man regained his composure and slammed a fist into the eagle's belly. Stung by the pain, the eagle's illusion was instantly broken. It instinctively released its grip, dropping the fat man. However, those few dozen seconds had carried him over a kilometer away, and at an altitude of several dozen meters, the fat man plummeted.

"Boss, should we go look for the third one?" The lean Sunagakure ninja asked the white-cloth Sunagakure ninja in a low voice.

"No need. It's only a kilometer away; he'll catch up on his own soon enough. Don't waste time. We must reach the front of the Central Tower to intercept that brat, Mirai Uchiha!" The white-cloth Sunagakure ninja glanced indifferently at the direction where the third man had fallen and spoke coldly.

"Understood!" The lean Sunagakure ninja nodded slightly. Although he felt something was off, he didn't dwell on it. Just as the boss said, it was only a kilometer; there was no need to go out of their way.

"Damn beast, consider yourself lucky you ran fast. Next time I see you, I'll pluck every feather off your body and boil you for meat!"

The fat man was in a sorry state after landing. If he hadn't possessed some skill, this height would have smashed him into a pulp. He touched the wounds on his shoulders, wincing in pain. The eagle's grip had been immense, leaving several holes in both shoulders from which dark red blood flowed continuously.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just then, several sounds of air being pierced rang out. A few Kunai instantly circled the fat man before binding him. Three silver threads revealed their true form under the sunlight: Chakra Thread.

"Who is it? Come out and face me!" Although bound, the fat man didn't panic. He stood up from the ground and roared at the sky.

Bang!

The sound stopped abruptly. A stone the size of a fist struck the fat man's forehead. Instantly, he transformed into a pile of sand and scattered—it was only a Sand Clone. At the critical moment, the fat man had been quick-witted enough to use the Substitution Technique to dodge before the Kunai could reach him.

Step! Step! Step!

Li emerged from the forest, looked at the ground, and said indifferently, "Come out. Before these eyes of mine, all your ridiculous posturing is nothing but a futile effort!"

From the moment the fight began, Li's eyes had been fixed on the fat man. How could he not know the man had used the Substitution Technique to take the hit while he himself used Earth Release to dive underground?

Not long after Li finished speaking, the fat man rose from the ground. With an excited expression, he looked at Li and shouted, "Kid, you must be Mirai Uchiha. It seems you're even more formidable than Chiyo and the Kazekage said. No wonder they sent three Jonin just to kill you!"

Hearing this, Li knew the fat man was a fool with brawn but no brain. Before Li could even ask, the man had spilled everything: they had sent three Jonin to kill him!

Since they were here to kill him, Li had nothing left to ask. Combat—until the opponent was dead—was the only answer. He fixed his Sharingan on the fat man, leaned forward, and charged.

"Well come!" Seeing Li's straightforwardness, the fat man's eyes lit up, and he threw a punch at Li.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fat man was burly, but it didn't hinder his agility. No matter how fast Wenxuan's attacks were, the fat man managed to block them. This surprised Li slightly, but only slightly. The Uchiha Clan was not famous for Taijutsu, but for the Sharingan.

After stepping on the fat man's arm, Li used the momentum to perform a backflip, landing opposite him. He watched the Sunagakure ninja with his scarlet Sharingan. After fighting for so long, Li didn't feel winded, but the fat man looked rather disheveled. Although he had barely kept up with Li's Taijutsu, his massive frame dictated his stamina, and with his shoulder injuries, he was already panting heavily.

"Not bad, kid! Come again!" The Sunagakure ninja took two breaths, grinned, and charged at Li. This time, he decided to take the initiative.

However, Li seemed not to notice the fat man's movement. He watched with a calm, indifferent gaze from start to finish, as if the man were nothing more than a pathetic Genin. This attitude infuriated the Sunagakure ninja. He was a Jonin, after all, who had killed countless enemies during the Great Ninja War; when had he ever been so disdained?

Boom!

The fat man landed a ruthless punch on Li's chest. Yet, before he could smile in victory, the Li he had struck suddenly smiled, and his entire body blurred, transforming into a flock of cawing crows. Countless feathers drifted down.

"What? This is an illusion?" The Sunagakure ninja was stunned. He didn't understand when he had fallen into a Genjutsu. He knew the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan well, so he hadn't looked into Li's eyes during the fight. There shouldn't have been a chance for an illusion to take hold, so what was happening?

"This is my world. Here, I am God. If God wants you to die, you cannot live. Die!"

Li's cold voice drifted from the void, piercing the fat man's ears. Just as the ninja was about to retort, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, his breathing hitched, and his mind went blank. When he regained his senses, the scene had changed—no crows, no feathers.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

A strange sound caught his attention. He looked down, and his eyes widened. A Kunai was already embedded in his chest, and at the end of the blade, an Explosive Tag was burning.

"No, I don't want to die! I am a Jonin of Sunagakure, I don't want to die..." The fat man scrambled frantically, trying to remove the burning tag, but time waited for no one.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted, and the fat man's voice was cut short. A severed limb fell at Li's feet, still emitting thick black smoke.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a Jonin. Reward: 5,000 points. Please check your status!"

Hearing the system's prompt, Li narrowed his eyes slightly. Ignoring the still-burning corpse, he turned and walked away.

"I have 11,000 points now. It's almost time to upgrade my eyes!"