A dozen or so minutes later.
Somewhere in the forest.
Sha Feng's low shout suddenly rang out.
"Wind Style: Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"
A gale swept through, uprooting the great trees around them. Dense vacuum blades shot in every direction, plowing furrows a foot or so deep across the earth.
And within that storm, a figure flickered at high speed, constantly dodging the vacuum blades coming from all sides.
That person was none other than Qian.
Just now, because he had advanced too recklessly, he had accidentally fallen into Sha Feng's trap and been caught inside the other man's ninjutsu.
At the moment, all he could do was look for a chance to escape.
However, before he could run far, Sha Feng's familiar voice rang out again. "After all the trouble I went through to trap you, how could I possibly let you leave so easily? Fire Style: Explosive Fire Technique—burn!"
"What? Fire Style!?"
Hearing the other man's words, Qian's expression changed sharply. He immediately drove his Sharingan at full force and ran outward.
However, no matter how fast he was, he could not match the speed at which the flames spread.
As the saying went, fire rode the wind, and wind fed the fire.
When the Wind Style: Great Sickle Weasel Technique and the Fire Style: Explosive Fire Technique were combined, the power they unleashed far surpassed either ninjutsu alone.
Clearly, this was Sha Feng's ultimate trump card.
And the moment this trump card was used, it achieved quite a good result.
"No—"
Within the storm, Qian let out an unwilling roar. Then his entire body was swallowed by the flames.
"Huff... huff..."
Outside the range of the ninjutsu, Sha Feng leaned on the Three-Star Fan, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the place where Qian had been devoured