Bloody Slaughter

A jet of blood sprayed out, and Uchiha Kangetsu, standing right beside the genin, was caught squarely in the spray.

Fresh blood stained Uchiha Kangetsu's black clothes and his young face a deep crimson.

At this moment, Uchiha Kangetsu offered a slight smile, a smile that was truly terrifying.

But the elite chunin roared, "Young Master! You bastard, how dare you kill the Young Master of our Hagoromo Clan. You're a dead man!"

The moment he finished speaking, Uchiha Kangetsu felt a fierce gust of wind rushing toward his face, followed by a tremendous force slamming into his hand.

This power nearly made Uchiha Kangetsu lose his grip on his blade.

Yet, Uchiha Kangetsu stared at the elite chunin with scarlet eyes, his lips curling into a cold smirk as he uttered, "How unfortunate. But since the Young Master you were protecting is dead, do you think you'll be executed by those so-called lords of your Hagoromo Clan when you return?"

Instantly, Uchiha Kangetsu felt the pressure on his blade increase significantly.

However, the surge in the enemy's strength did not cause Uchiha Kangetsu the slightest panic; instead, he gave a wicked smile.

He instantly retreated, and as he stepped back, his right foot crushed the head of the genin lying behind him. Blood and brain matter splattered in all directions.

Seeing this, the elite chunin froze, feeling the red and white fluids drip onto his face. He went mad, roaring, "I'm going to kill you!"

But Uchiha Kangetsu simply laughed, "Your heart is in chaos. Rage has clouded your mind, shattering your composure. And that momentary lapse in your focus was more than enough for me to kill you."

As he spoke, the elite chunin looked down to find a Black Blade plunged into his chest. Looking at Uchiha Kangetsu, the elite chunin stammered in a voice filled with terror, "Who... are you?"

"My name is Uchiha Kangetsu! And I am the one who will kill you!"

With that, Uchiha Kangetsu pulled out his Black Blade. He spun around, and in that same motion, the enemy's head soared into the air. Uchiha Kangetsu never felt secure just piercing an enemy's heart; ninjutsu was a strange and varied art, and some people's hearts were even positioned differently. Only by severing the head could he truly rest easy.

The severed head murmured softly, "A genius? Or perhaps a monster... so strong. I don't regret losing to you."

Everything eventually returns to darkness, yet Uchiha Kangetsu returned only to the color of blood.

This was a path of slaughter, a path painted in deep crimson.

Blood dripped slowly from Uchiha Kangetsu's body, and with every step he took, his blood-stained right foot left a scarlet footprint behind.

He dragged his blade along the ground, sparks flying with every movement. Everyone stopped fighting. Uchiha Kangetsu lifted his gaze, his scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan glaring at the crowd. His killing intent leaked out uncontrollably, causing everyone to tremble in fear.