"Not good!"
Seeing Qian suddenly vanish, the two Sand shinobi on the other side of the explosion had their expressions change sharply. They immediately each drew a kunai, preparing to deal with Qian's attack.
However, once Qian got serious, their level of strength simply was not enough to look at.
Clang—
A crisp metallic collision rang out. One of the Sand shinobi turned his head in time and used the kunai in his hand to block Qian's attack.
But that was all.
The next instant, the moment their eyes met, Qian activated the Sharingan's hypnotic ability.
The Sand shinobi before him fell into a daze. When he came back to himself, all he heard was a startled shout by his ear: "Watch out!"
"Huh, isn't that Chisuke's voice? Watch out? Watch out for what?"
As this thought flashed through his mind, the Sand shinobi's brain seemed to rust over at that moment, refusing to move for a long time.
And just as he was about to think more deeply, an intense feeling of suffocation came over him.
Immediately after came pain at his throat.
Instinctively, the Sand shinobi clutched his own neck.
A sticky, slippery feeling came through.
"This is... blood?!"
Having killed many people and suffered many wounds, the Sand shinobi immediately realized what it was.
At the same time, his eyes finally saw Qian's figure.
In an instant, he remembered everything.
But unfortunately, it was already too late.
The intense suffocation made his consciousness gradually blur. His eyes bulged as he looked at Qian before him, his gaze filled with hatred.
However, beyond that hatred, there was also an unconcealable fear—the fear of death.
Unfortunately, Qian could no longer see any of that.
After confirming that the man before him had no hope of surviving, he used the