"What?"
When he saw Qian suddenly vanish, then appear at his side in an instant, the expression beneath the Kumogakure Anbu's mask changed drastically.
Almost without any hesitation, all the chakra in his body erupted, and he transformed into a streak of lightning, flashing toward the other side.
As everyone knew, because of their inheritance and the harsh environment of the plateau and mountains within their country, most ninjas from Kumogakure had trained in fairly solid Nintaijutsu, and their close-combat and reaction abilities were considerably stronger than those of ninjas from other villages.
And as an elite among elites, the Kumogakure Anbu before him was even more so.
This burst of speed directly displayed reaction speed no weaker than when he had just dodged the Kunai Qian had thrown without any field of vision—in fact, it was even a notch better.
Unfortunately, it was useless!
The instant Qian appeared, he grabbed the nearby Kunai and thrust it over with a sweep of his hand.
The Kumogakure Anbu before him sensed the danger and had no choice but to slow down, twisting his waist and turning sideways to dodge the attack aimed straight at his throat.
And in this process, their gazes inevitably met.
It was at this moment that Qian seized the chance and abruptly activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.
The Sharingan, like a Black Sun, instantly occupied his pupils, giving off an extremely powerful sense of pressure.
Drops of fresh blood slid down from beneath the Kumogakure Anbu's mask opposite him. Relying on his incredibly strong will and his sharp sense for danger, the other man bit through the tip of his tongue, using the stimulation of pain to forcefully break free from the hypnosis's influence.
That was right—hypnosis!
Because the time was too short, Qian had no time to