You Have No Chance of Winning This Battle

The Sunagakure ninja clearly hadn't expected Aoba to react so quickly. In his haste, he could only raise his weapon to block, but the wind blade's power far exceeded his expectations. His weapon was severed in an instant, and the impact sent him flying backward.

"Nicely done!"

Shinku shouted as he swung his ninja blade again, forcing back another enemy who had tried to launch a sneak attack.

Though his movements were rough, they carried a precise rhythm. Every slash sealed off the enemy's escape route at just the right moment.

Aoba did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on every corner of the battlefield.

His sensory ability allowed him to clearly grasp every enemy's location and movements, rapidly constructing a dynamic map of the battle in his mind.

The key to this battle was not how many enemies they killed, but how to disrupt the enemy's rhythm in the shortest possible time and create an opportunity to break through.

In the night, the pace of battle gradually quickened, and the clash of Chakra filled the air with a scorching heat.

Aoba and Shinku worked together seamlessly. One handled sensing and precise strikes, while the other suppressed the enemy head-on, forcibly driving Sunagakure's tracking squad into a passive position.

However, at that moment, Aoba's senses suddenly caught a new Chakra fluctuation.

This fluctuation was more concealed than any of the previous enemies, yet it carried an unsettling pressure.

His brow furrowed sharply as he said quietly to Shinku, "An expert is coming... southeast, eight hundred meters away, approaching at high speed."

Shinku's eyes sharpened at those words, but the movements of his ninja blade did not pause in the slightest. "Can you sense his exact strength?"

Aoba closed his eyes and fully spread out his senses. A moment later, he