Suppression

"Earth Style: Earth Dragon Bullet!"

As the earthen wall collapsed, Furukawa Muchi slowly descended, rapidly forming hand seals and summoning a massive grayish-brown mud dragon flecked with snow.

The grayish-brown mud dragon faced Yizhe, opened its enormous jaws, and spat countless clumps of mud at him like bullets.

"What a pain. This guy has no intention of letting me get close!" Yizhe moved swiftly, evading the mud dragon's barrage.

At the same time, he looked for an opening to close in on Furukawa Muchi.

"Don't even think about it!" Furukawa Muchi immediately saw through Yizhe's intentions.

He rapidly retreated, widening the distance between them, and hurled three kunai carrying explosive tags toward Yizhe.

"What a pain! He's not giving me any chance to get close!"

Yizhe sprang forward, dodging the three kunai as he muttered under his breath.

Boom!

The three explosive-tagged kunai detonated beneath Yizhe. The powerful shockwave stunned him for an instant, and when he landed, he nearly twisted his ankle.

"Good chance!" Seeing Yizhe stiffen for a moment upon landing, Furukawa Muchi quickly unleashed a ninjutsu.

"Earth Style: Earth Flow Spears!"

"This is bad!" Yizhe cried out.

In an instant, he sensed intense chakra fluctuations beneath his feet.

Within a five-meter radius, the ground shook violently as countless grayish-brown earthen spikes burst through the snow beneath him like spears.

"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"

Having been momentarily delayed, Yizhe lost his chance to quickly escape the Earth Flow Spears' range. He could only forcefully kick off the ground and blast a fierce gale downward, raising himself as high as possible to evade the earthen spears.

"Kid, you've got some skills!" Furukawa Muchi shouted.

"Likewise!" Yizhe replied defiantly from midair.

"But don't celebrate too soon!" Furukawa Muchi sneered.

As he spoke, he had already prepared another ninjutsu.

"Earth Style: Earth Dragon Bullet!"

It was the same ninjutsu again, but this time was different. Earlier, Yizhe had been on the ground and could dodge quickly; now, suspended in midair with nothing beneath his feet to push off from, even changing direction was difficult. How could he evade it?

"Let's see how you dodge this time! Hahaha!" Furukawa Muchi laughed recklessly.

It was as though he could already see Yizhe being blasted into a near-dead state by the mud dragon's barrage.

Above the ground torn apart by the Earth Flow Spears, another muddy dragon head mixed with snowflakes formed. The dragon once again opened its jaws at Yizhe in the sky, firing countless mud bullets at him.

"Water Style: Water Wave!"

Yizhe gathered chakra in his mouth and turned it into a rushing stream, spitting it downward at the dense barrage of mud bullets.

"Kid, you're actually using Water Style to block my Earth Style! Your teachers sure are amusing! Didn't they tell you that elemental techniques are affected by elemental counters?" Furukawa Muchi laughed wildly.

Indeed, in terms of elemental affinity, Water Style was somewhat countered by Earth Style. But that did not mean Water Style became completely useless against Earth Style.

Yizhe had not used Water Wave in hopes of fully blocking the Earth Dragon Bullet. He merely hoped that the powerful resistance of the water stream would weaken part of its force and minimize his injuries.

The Wind Style ninjutsu Yizhe knew were not particularly advanced, and none were suitable for blocking the attack, so he could only choose Water Style.

As for large-scale defensive ninjutsu such as Water Formation Wall, his control over Water Style was still insufficient. He needed a water source as preparation before he could cast them, so he could only settle for using Water Wave to defend himself.

Even after using Water Wave to weaken the mud bullets, Yizhe still felt intense pain when they passed through the water and struck his body.

He did not know how many mud bullets he endured, but shielding his vital points, Yizhe finally landed on the ground.

"Kid, it's not over yet!" Furukawa Muchi shouted arrogantly.

"Earth Style: Earth Flow Spears!"

The moment Yizhe landed, intense chakra fluctuations came from beneath his feet.

Rock and soil split apart, and earthen spears erupted!

But this time, Yizhe did not choose to evade by leaping into the sky.

Because in the air, there was nothing beneath his feet to push off from. Even changing direction was difficult, making it impossible to evade an enemy's surprise attack. He would be nothing more than a living target!

Even though he estimated that Furukawa Muchi did not have much chakra left, he was unwilling to take the risk of escaping into the sky again. This was the lesson Yizhe had learned from the previous exchange.

"Kid, go join my dear nephew He Feng in death! Hahaha!" Furukawa Muchi laughed without restraint.

He casually drew three kunai, each with an explosive tag tied to its end, and threw them straight into the area covered by the Earth Flow Spears.

But things did not go as he wished.

"Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven!"

A huge pale-blue sphere of light flared up within the forest of Earth Flow Spears, directly grinding the incoming earthen spears into dust.

The three kunai he had thrown were also sent flying, exploding in midair.

"What is that?" Furukawa Muchi stared dumbfoundedly at the spinning sphere of light.

"You don't need to know what it is!"

After the Earth Flow Spears' attack ended, Yizhe dispelled Revolving Heaven and emerged from the snow-dusted earthen spikes. His white clothes were already stained and filthy, marked by the mud bullets that had struck him after passing through the water.

He did not rashly press the attack. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Furukawa Muchi and closely watched his movements. After enduring that relentless barrage, Yizhe was exhausted and needed a moment to catch his breath.

The plan to take Qing Shi hostage has completely fallen through! My chakra is nearly exhausted, while this kid only looks a little tired. He doesn't seem injured at all!

If I let him recover, I'm afraid I won't be a match for him! If I don't leave now, when will I? With that thought, Furukawa Muchi decided to retreat.

"Kid, take this!"

Furukawa Muchi shouted, pulled out two shuriken, and hurled them at Yizhe. He looked fierce, as if he were about to fight to the death, but then suddenly kicked off backward and tried to flee.

"Trying to run? It won't be that easy!" Yizhe watched Furukawa Muchi gradually retreat, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Wind Style: Gale Palm!"

Yizhe's clear voice suddenly rang out not far behind Furukawa Muchi, accompanied by a fierce gale.

"What?!" Hearing the voice from behind him, Furukawa Muchi's heart sank.

The violent gale stalled his body in midair, and then he felt as though an enormous force had flung him away.

His body shot backward toward Yizhe even faster than he had been fleeing!

His eyes filled with despair!

It turned out that when Yizhe dispelled Revolving Heaven, he had quietly created a Shadow Clone under the cover of the Earth Flow Spears. The original remained in front to draw Furukawa Muchi's attention, while the Shadow Clone secretly slipped beneath the snow behind him and waited for an opportunity.

"Goodbye, Furukawa Muchi," Yizhe said softly, staring at him as he flew back.

At the same time, a pale-blue sphere began to gather in Yizhe's palm—it was a Rasengan.

He stepped forward, gripped the sphere of light, and pressed it against Furukawa Muchi's unguarded chest, forcibly driving his body down from midair and smashing him into the ground.

The Rasengan's powerful twisting force tore through his body, blasting a crater nearly two meters wide beneath him.

"Big Brother... will... avenge us..." Furukawa Muchi, twisted like a rope by the Rasengan, struggled to utter his final words before closing his eyes in unwillingness.